There is no longer a Sakura player on the battlefield.

The undead seemed to have lost their target, and their originally ferocious and ferocious appearance gradually became calmer and became stunned.

The Skeleton Knight rode his horse and stood at the forefront of all the undead. His soul fire pulsed slightly. He first glanced toward the southwest, and then set his sights on White Bear City.

The breath of living things was attracting it, and its intuition told it that there were many living lives in the city ahead, but he subconsciously stopped, but the feeling of temptation became stronger and stronger, until it overwhelmed him.

everything.

The undead army became active again and advanced towards White Bear City.

Capture this kind of city.

Let more creatures join the undead army!

On the city wall, the defenders of White Bear City were standing ready. Anna casually summoned the light blue pyroblast fireball, preparing to launch an attack as soon as the undead entered the attack range.

Su Nian, suspended in the sky, is also trying to establish contact with these undead.

It stands to reason that being a black dragon and the undead are somewhat related.

After all, the black dragon is despicable and cruel.

Occasionally, he will summon some undead as his followers, such as vampires and zombies.

But he failed in the end.

These undead are not separate individuals, they are a collective consciousness. This consciousness is so huge that even he finds it terrifying.

He has tried to communicate with this cluster consciousness, but the information fed back is only muddy resentment and hatred for living beings.

"Then...why does the undead horse riding in front look familiar?"

On the wall of White Bear City, a veteran under King Andreus suddenly spoke.

"This costume does look similar...but how did old Bob become an undead?"

"Oh my god..."

The undead army is getting closer and closer. There are already more than a dozen fireballs floating behind Anna, and she is ready to launch an attack.

Hitting closer can maximize the benefits of Pyroblast Fireball.

"Please wait first..."

A wounded veteran in ragged clothes and wrapped in gauze came out and stopped in front of Anna tremblingly.

Anna looked confused, not knowing what the human in front of her meant.

"That person...the undead is Bob, and he is my good brother. I want to confirm again..."

The veteran gritted his teeth, his eyes showed grief, and he begged in a low voice:

"If he doesn't remember us anymore, it won't be too late for you to attack again..."

Anna blinked her big eyes when she heard this and said nothing, but she stopped guiding the Pyroblast Technique.

In fact, she was not optimistic about the veteran's naive thoughts.

You need to know about creatures like the undead.

Even if there is still a trace of memory from life, it will gradually be distorted by the breath of the undead.

In the end, the undead will rely on his memory to find the people he was close to during his lifetime, and then brutally kill them.

This kind of thing has been widely documented on the mainland.

And it often appears in the works of bards.ωωw.

It is a generally accepted common sense.

The veteran glanced at Anna gratefully, knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

In his opinion, the other party is a noble mage. It is very valuable to be able to stop what he is doing for an ordinary soldier's words. His attitude must be in place.

After that, the veteran ran to the city wall, first waved towards the overwhelming army of undead, and then put his hands to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet and shouted loudly:

"Hey! Bob! Do you remember me? I'm Ludley! We grew up together!"

The sound carried far away on the wind, and the undead army continued to move unswervingly, turning a deaf ear.

Anna had expected this, and she raised the Pyroblast fireball in her hand again.

"Please wait a moment."

Feeling the hot breath behind him, the veteran turned around and begged.

His movement is quite inconvenient.

Just turning around hurt the wound, and he grimaced in pain.

But he still persisted.

"Bob!"

He turned his head and shouted again in the direction of the undead army.

"Don't come here again!"

"Go quickly! This is White Bear City, the city we want to protect, we are not enemies!"

"Bob!"

…

A sound of "Bob" echoed in the desolate wilderness.

The Skeleton Knight was stunned.

Bob…

Are you calling him?

It feels so familiar...

But it's not so real anymore.

Fragments of memories appeared in the Skeleton Knight's mind.

…

As a child, he played a wooden sword game with a human cub named Ludley.

The man named Ludley was always beaten to tears by him, but he still fought and failed repeatedly and never tired of it.

…

In his youth, he fell in love with a girl and they fell in love with each other.

But the girl's father despised him as just an ordinary civilian.

Eventually the girl was married to a wealthy businessman.

…

In his prime, his fields were occupied by nobles.

In order to survive, he joined the army.

And he also met his childhood friend Ludley.

They experienced large and small battles and narrowly escaped death.

The most serious one was when a bandit's sword made a big gash in his stomach, and his intestines fell to the ground.

He still remembered that Ludley put his intestines back in while crying, and then carried him on his back for more than ten miles back to the barracks.

…

In middle age, he and Ludley became the king's bodyguard.

Gradually, they were rarely sent to the battlefield anymore, and their lives became more leisurely.

…

Later... the war broke out again.

What they have to face is a group of strange enemies who lack even basic information.

at last……

he died.

Died in the jungle.

"Hiss...ho...bao..."

The Skeleton Knight wanted to say his name, but his vocal cords were completely rotted and it was extremely difficult to even make basic sounds.

He looked at the human being shouting at him on the city wall. His appearance gradually overlapped with that of his old friend in his memory. Then, this memory was directly erased by the breath of the undead.

He doesn't remember anything.

But he raised his hand, and all the undead stopped, less than two hundred meters away from White Bear City.
To be continued...