The main force of this operation was the Black Front Knights led by Arthas, supplemented by some undead native mercenaries. Due to the lack of military strength of Stantosom, only part of the undead wizard Plataya mages were in battle, and most of them were left to stay in the city. Therefore, the magic power in this sneak attack seemed a bit lacking.

However, the hunger for the war has made everyone feel itchy, and the surprise attack has been launched as scheduled.

The highest undead left by the enemy's rear base camp was a level 11 ghoul. He heard that an unknown force was coming, and he was frightened.

Although they are known as camps here, they are so simple and crude that they are simply unbearable. Due to the lack of wood and large stones, the vast and huge camp has only a few "walls" made of scattered gravels, which are not half a meter high. Even a low-level zombie can easily climb in. If the zombie is not too careful when crossing, it is easy to fall down. These are just simple "walls" that are stacked without any reinforcement.

So when the little ghoul leader stood on tiptoe to see rows of undead knights moving in unison under the huge smoke and dust, he immediately fell into despair.

"Catch all the zombies here and let them stand tighter..." The little ghoul leader waved his sharp claws and shouted loudly, and immediately more than a dozen ghosts left.

After all, the little ghoul leader has experienced tens of thousands of years of war, and the basic idea of ​​fighting against the undead knights is still the right one. The only regret is that the zombie group is too slow. Before they can gather into a physical city wall without any gaps, the Black Front Knights have arrived.

In the air half inside and outside the Black Front Knights, nearly two hundred huge bat demons were spreading their wings and gliding towards the sky, and were covered with undead mercenaries of different shapes.

Under the command of Arthas, the Black Front Knights slightly deflected the attack arrow, avoiding the frontal battlefield that had been slightly prototyped, drew a perfect arc, jumped over the low "wall", and cut into the staggering and wriggling zombie community from the flank.

"Dong..."

A continuous dull collision sounded, and countless broken zombies' limbs were thrown back, and rotten thick black blood splashed everywhere. Looking down from above, the right wing of the group of zombies that were still black just now seemed to have been stroked by a wooden comb, and several obviously wide gaps were found inside. All the zombies blocked the death knight's charge route were either smashed or trampled down.

In such a chaotic occasion, it is difficult for the fallen zombies to get up again. They can only helplessly whine under the countless black and smelly feet of their companions, and eventually turn into sticky meat sauce.

The Black Front Knights who rushed past did not turn their heads and continued to sweep the zombie group. After all, these are just low-value preys. The corpse witches who are forming a formation in a hurry not far away are the primary targets today.

Compared with the orthodox corpse witches in the cemetery, these naturally evolved wild corpse witches have uneven strengths, lack of equipment, and single spells, so they are not considered qualified spell casters. However, spell casters are spell casters, and even if the water-stuffed spell casters gather together, they are still a terrible force.

Obviously, the front line is also extremely eager for such spellcasters, so there are not many corpse witches staying in the camp, only 20 or 30. They sensed the chaos outside and came out of their own independent treasures. When they saw the undead knights rushing into the camp and killing, they realized that something was wrong and quickly stepped on their stiff legs and feet to get together.

Unfortunately it's too late.

Due to the incompetence of the flesh-shield zombies, the charge of the Black Knights was not hindered at all. When these miscellaneous spell casters finally got together and were chanting the spell in a hurry, the Death Knight had already rushed forward.

If they had known this, they would have been better off not getting together. They might have caused some damage when they were spread out. But now they are wasting time on the road. When they sounded the spell, they were just being stewed by the Death Knight.

This is the huge difference between command and no command. If the choice of the tactics is wrong, it will easily help others and disgust yourself.

The tall and ferocious undead knight swept past. Amid the high-pitched reminder of Alsace, all the undead knights' blades were involuntarily lowered a little bit again, and they slashed along the necks of the corpse witches, without hurting the head where their soul fire was located.

Unfortunately, there are always a few people who are not alive. The chopped heads were smashed into the armor of a certain undead knight during flight, or rolled to the ground and were stomped straight into powder by huge horse hooves.

Morros, who was still in the air a hundred meters away, slapped his thigh and clenched his fists and screamed regretfully. These were points, and they were ruined by those big black men. The enemy camp looked dark and there were a lot of skeleton zombies with low value. There were only a few high-value targets that could make the undead mercenaries excited. Now one of the big black men in the Knights has won first. If you don’t act quickly, you will lose money when you go to the battle this time.

With Morros' loud command, all the bat demons no longer landed on the periphery and rested like before, but flew straight into the chaotic camp and rushed straight into a group of high-level undeads that were different from the surroundings. These undeads looked majestic, but in fact their real strength was between level 5 and 10, and now they were no longer seen by fully armed undead mercenaries.

The bat demon was still descending rapidly in mid-air. The impatient green-haired zombie Morros had already risen up and jumped down 20 meters away from the ground. Morros, who weighed only 200 to 300 kilograms, plus the armor and shield weapons on his body, was like a heavy piece of iron that hit a corpse monster directly. After the loud "bang" sound, the corpse monster was directly smashed into meat sauce from the middle, breaking into two pieces that were constantly twitching.

"Hehe, boy, I'm sorry!" Morros, who had no sincerity, smiled at the head of the corpse demon when he got up, and shouted loudly at Arthas who had just rushed not far away: "Sir Alsace, this place has been contracted by us, please change the way!"

Alsace, covered by the black mask, spat in anger, and strode the horse's heads, leading the Black Strike Knights toward another place. This cunning bastard would grab the spoils and should move faster, otherwise the bastards in the sky would jump down to occupy the target, leaving only the zombie group to cut.

Unfortunately, things in the world are always good and bad.

With the role model of Morros, before the undead knights rushed to the next target, another mercenary boss jumped down desperately and took over the undead.

Arthas waved his hand hatefully, and the skeleton warriors stood up. He also took the opportunity to check the enemy situation in the camp. Damn, the ones running on the ground are not as good as those flying in the sky! Scandal, the figures of undead mercenaries had appeared around all the high-value target groups. There was even a mercenary leader who jumped down from a height of 50 meters in order to take the lead, and shouted loudly in the air, "This is ours!", and then he loaded into the dense undead group with head down, not afraid of throwing himself to death.

With just a few turns, there was already a lot of fighting in the huge camp, and the dignified Black Knights' Order could no longer find a target worthy of the knife. Oro, who was hiding behind a Death Knight's horse, smiled "puke" and pointed to the most conspicuous platform in the field, and smiled sinisterly: "The coach there is mine! Please ask the leader of the Black Knights' Order to turn around and chop zombie skeletons!"

After saying that, his figure darkened and he had disappeared from the spot.

"Damn, fuck..." Arthas, who was usually very etiquette, couldn't help but curse her desperately. She looked around and failed. She could only cough and sigh and lead many undead knights to the largest number of zombie clusters.

One hour later, the camp was already shouting and killing. The zombie skeletons that were once black were scattered in various strange shapes and were mostly incomplete. Looking around, there were disabled dead people climbing around to find their bodies.

The large enemy group has been cleared, and there are still some sporadic small battles in the camp. In fact, the battle is not accurate, and the most accurate statement should be hunting. Some low-value stubborn anti-resisters have been chopped into meat sauce like chopping melons and vegetables. Only those high-value undead mercenaries are willing to spend some time and energy to capture them completely and preserve their greatest value.

Therefore, in many places, more than a dozen undead mercenaries surrounded, with 3-5 high-level undead spirits enclosed inside, and they are working hard to not hurt their vitals and soul fire.

The bat demons on the outside were also working hard to take off and land, and returned the defeated high-level undead camel to Stantholm. Each undead mercenary team was carefully counting their gains, and the captain cursed at his teammates' thick hands and feet to destroy the spoils.

The undead knights under Arthas had already spread out and began to harvest the guys who had escaped from the periphery. Arthas shook the reins lightly, and the super skeleton war horse under him walked gracefully and idle steps to the center high platform.

This is the center of the camp commander.

Black blood flowed across the soil platform more than 3 meters high, and all kinds of broken limbs and arms were scattered. The ghouls and the personal guards directly under it had been removed from each other, leaving only the bare torso rolling all over the ground, and the mouth full of fangs was still opening and closing angrily.

"Do you need help?" Arthas rode his war horse and climbed straight to the command platform. Under the huge iron hooves of the skeleton war horse, several unlucky ghouls were trampled on.

"You did it on purpose!" Oro's short body suddenly appeared in a corner of the high platform and complained dissatisfiedly.
Chapter completed!