“Go quickly!” Kelly roared, light flashing on her back. Giant Battle Qi Wings spread out behind her like a peacock’s fan as she charged toward the lead knight among the three Death Knights.
A cold light flashed in the Death Knight’s eyes. He pulled the reins, and the Nightmare beneath him moved according to his will. It broke away from the main group, leaped onto the stone wall on the right side of the valley, and ran along the wall in an arc to attack Kelly’s flank. The hellfire beneath the Nightmare’s hooves left a long trail of flas on the stone wall.
“Clang!” Kelly’s small, fingerless-gloved fist collided with the giant Horse-Cutting Saber, producing a tallic clang. The Death Knight shuddered all over, and the Nightmare beneath him reared up and neighed, forced to retreat several steps. Loose stones clattered down from the wall.
The Death Knight abruptly raised his head. Behind the iron mask, his eyes flickered with a surprised cold gleam. He froze in place for a mont, seemingly starting to seriously examine the petite woman before him.
“My na is Ilter Farran, living one, state your na!” The Death Knight raised his Horse-Cutting Saber high, pointing it at the levitating Female Martial Artist before him.
“I don’t discuss life with a rotting corpse, die!” Kelly stole a glance at the battlefield, and her heart sank. Her willow-like eyebrows arched as she charged at the Death Knight again.
“Clang… Crack!” The Death Knight almost lost his grip on the Horse-Cutting Saber. He was shocked to see a crack in the dark steel blade, forged and tempered by hellfire. A fragnt of steel shot off and struck his helt’s iron surface, creating a series of pinging sounds like rain hitting plantain leaves.
“An opportunity!” Kelly’s eyes flashed. Her Battle Qi Wings beat once, and she flipped in the air like a hawk. Her right leg descended like a battle axe, directly smashing the rigid Death Knight and his horse off the stone wall. They crashed heavily at the bottom of the valley, crushing a group of skeletons in the process.
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At the start of the battle, Stark confronted another Death Knight. Among those staying behind as rearguard, only he could withstand the frontal charge of a Death Knight.
Light flashed on the Fortress Leader’s hand, and a steel shield almost a ter in diater appeared. This shield closely resembled the round shields of ancient Spartan soldiers from the Earth Federation. The shield’s large area could cover all vital parts of the body, and its curved surface could deflect arrows. It was essentially Stark’s core professional equipnt.
“Thud!” The slash from the giant Horse-Cutting Saber made a strangely dull sound against the steel shield, as if it had hit rotten wood instead of tal.
The Death Knight felt surprised. He knew well the impact force of a Nightmare at full gallop. He had expected this strike to cleave the human before him, along with his shield, cleanly in two.
Failing to split the steel shield with one strike, the Death Knight had no ti to avoid a collision. The Nightmare slamd directly into the steel shield, pushing Stark forward like a bulldozer. The big man’s booted feet plowed two deep furrows into the hard valley ground before he finally ca to a stop.
An Apostle MT like Stark was very familiar with handling knight charges. As the force of the charge weakened slightly, he contracted and then jerked his right shoulder, which was braced against the shield. A powerful wave emanated from the shield’s surface, actually causing the Nightmare to stumble, its front legs weakening montarily.
Before the Death Knight could recover, a short steel spear with a sharp spike thrust out from behind the shield like a venomous snake, aiming for the Nightmare’s front legs. The shape of this short steel spear was very peculiar, sowhat like an enlarged version of a triangular bayonet. The dark triangular spike had a blood groove on each face, making it look fierce and terrifying.
“Neigh…!” Amid the Nightmare’s pained whinny, blood spurted from its wounded front leg. The blood ignited upon touching the ground, transforming into a cluster of eerily cold hellfire.
This was Stark’s Apostle profession – the Spear and Shield Warrior!
The last Death Knight charging forward was blocked by the Dwarf Elder Loier and Knight Bonnie. Furthermore, three Elven Rangers were also targeting him. Outnumbered, this Death Knight was actually the most hard-pressed of the three.
Coincidentally, due to speed differences, the three Death Knights were still so distance away from the lower-level undead following them. For a mont, dangers arose one after another, and the rearguard group actually had the montum to resolutely kill them off in one go.
However, this montum was an illusion after all. The valley was narrow, and the two groups were originally quite close. Additionally, the Death Knights wore heavy armor and possessed undead bodies. Before they could be seriously wounded, the low-level undead cannon fodder finally caught up. Nurous ugly, rotting figures sward over the Death Knights and their opponents.
Fortunately, most of those who stayed behind as rearguard were highly skilled. The area where they fought the Death Knights was almost impossible for low-level undead to enter. If they got too close to the combat zone, they would be shattered by the residual waves of the battle. Only slightly higher-level undead like Abominations and Ghosts could offer any help to the Death Knights.
Consequently, not only were Kelly and the others expending a lot of energy, but more importantly, the low-level undead began to bypass the intense battle area, heading towards the rear of the rearguard group. They barely managed to delay the main undead force.
“This won’t do!” A trace of worry appeared in Angelo’s eyes. The mage’s earlier prediction was indeed not unnecessary anxiety. Although Kelly, Stark, and the others were strong, they were all physical combat professions. They had no better ans to delay the main undead force.
“Cover !” Angelo said, turning to the three Elven Rangers. Apart from the three Elven Rangers and Nicole, everyone else was a close-combat profession. At this mont, they were all helplessly caught in the tide of undead and could no longer assist Angelo.
Upon hearing this, the three Elven Rangers put down their longbows, drew the elven shortswords from their waists, and ford a triangular formation, shielding Angelo behind them. The Red Robe Mage nodded in satisfaction, raised his staff high, and began chanting in the convoluted, halting language of Netherese.
“Magic recorded on the Nether Scrolls!” The three Elven Rangers exchanged surprised glances.
The magic system of the Toril World consisted of four types. The first was divine magic, spells granted by deities of various pantheons to their followers. The second was magic cast through Mystra’s Magic Web, which belonged to the world’s unique law-based magic system.
The third was racial magic, such as Ancient Elven Magic and Draconic Magic, which fell into this category. These magics did not use Mystra’s Magic Web but were cast based on the individual’s own magical power.
Of course, this kind of magic often backfired on the caster in many situations. If it resonated with the elents of the Toril World, it could even destroy the caster along with the magic’s activation.
For example, during the war between the Qiongda’er Elves and the Qiongdus Kingdom, the Qiongda’er Elves cast such a Forbidden Spell, turning the northern region of the Qiongdus Kingdom into a vast ocean, which is now the Vihong Sea. This also led to the demise of the Qiongda’er Moon Elf royal family.
The last type of magic was Netherese magic. Over ten thousand years ago, humans in the northern part of the Faerûn continent found over a dozen sets of Nether Scrolls in an ancient Ruins. Relying on these Magic Scrolls, the humans of northern Faerûn established the greatest and most glorious Netheril Empire to date, possessing over a dozen floating cities.
The Nether Scrolls were also known as the Encyclopedia of Magic, the most comprehensively recorded magic books. However, most of the Nether Scrolls are now Lost.
Actually, the Nether Scrolls could also be used through the second and third magic systems. But because the magics recorded on them were ancient, with spell structures very different from modern magic, they were classified as a separate fourth magic system.
As Angelo chanted the spell, violent elental fluctuations swept through the valley. “Crack! Crack! Crack!” A huge stone wall burst forth from the ground, towering before the undead. This part of the valley was already quite narrow, and with this sturdy stone wall, it almost completely blocked the passage, leaving only gaps on either side wide enough for one or two people to pass through.
“Well done!” Kelly, Stark, and the others, who were struggling amidst the tide of undead, were overjoyed. They each used a powerful move to push back the Death Knight in front of them and retreated. With this stone wall, they only needed to guard the gaps on both sides to avoid the vast majority of the undead cannon fodder.
Of course, this stone wall could not stop Death Knights and Ghosts. But since there were only three Death Knights, and Ghosts had low physical destructive power, even if they caused so damage to the stone wall, Angelo could repair it in ti. Although the defensive line would eventually be breached, as long as they bought a little more ti, their purpose of acting as rearguard would be achieved.
After casting this large-scale spell, Angelo imdiately paled and slumped to the ground, his face covered in cold sweat. He couldn’t even move his fingers. This spell had almost completely drained his magical power.
“It seems I can’t be of help for now!” Angelo watched the three Elven Rangers who had already climbed onto the stone wall and were now shooting, and he couldn’t help but smile wryly.
Just then, a pure white pillar of light descended from the sky and fell upon him. The Red Robe Mage felt a cooling sensation throughout his body, and most of his fatigue vanished instantly. His depleted mana pool began to continuously replenish with magical power. The pillar of light only flickered and disappeared after his mana pool was refilled by one-third.
“Nature’s Cure! Are you a Priest of the Life Goddess Angrarath?” Angelo’s eyes lit up, and a smile touched his face. “Excellent! With a divine Priest like you here, we can at least hold out until they are safe.”
“I hope they can speed up a bit more!” Nicole nodded calmly and looked towards the rear.
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“Whoosh!” Qin Lun released his fingers. A Fine Iron Long Arrow drew a black streak through the air, and the next mont, it was deeply embedded in an Abomination’s eye socket. With a “thud,” it pierced through the back of the undead’s head, putting a hole clean through the Abomination’s large skull.
“Roar…!” The Abomination angrily waved the crude spiked club in its hand, viciously smashing aside several nearby skeletons. It strode towards Qin Lun, its massive fra making the ground tremble slightly.
“One, two, three, explode!” With Qin Lun’s soft mutter, the Abomination’s head violently exploded, scattering countless sticky and filthy fluids in all directions.
The young man’s Fine Iron Long Arrow carried a spiral force. Although the Abomination was huge, its body was still flesh and blood, naturally unable to withstand this Explosive Power. Its massive body swayed and then crashed to the ground like a falling mountain.
Undead could withstand damage like a pierced skull, but with the head completely gone, there was no way it could move anymore.
Qin Lun let out a soft sigh of relief and turned to look at the others beside him. In reality, even with Kelly and the others covering the rear, breaking into the inner part of the valley was not an easy task. Compared to the main undead force behind them, they also faced over three hundred low-level undead ahead.
Although these three hundred-plus low-level undead lacked High Rank powerhouses like Death Knights, they themselves also lacked the combat strength of Kelly and the others. From the beginning of the battle, the breakout team struggled, bogged down in the morass of undead.
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