Lord of the Oasis - Chapter 645

Chapter 645: Simple and Straightforward Defense

At night, the undead soldiers had gradually gathered on the mountain top. They seemed to have become even stronger than before. From their auras, Bunduk could sense it.

These undead soldiers looked extremely ugly. Their faces were not complete, but skeletons. There were even some bugs crawling on them. Greenlight shot out from their empty eyes, making them seem rather dazzling in the night.

Bunduk waved the flag in his hand. The commanding tool was his wife.

He shouted, “Kill!”

All the Swadian Sergeants seemed to be excited. They moved in unison towards the undead soldiers. Behind them, the elves were casting a spell. This spell could give the soldiers more powerful offensive abilities, it could make them cheer up.

Bunduk was not idling either. He immediately mounted a horse and followed closely behind the Swadian Sergeants.

Unlike Pam, Bunduk did not use a triangular attack formation. Instead, he used a square formation. All of the Swadian Sergeants held shields that had been modified by the crystal ores and moved in unison towards the undead soldiers, the undead soldiers seemed to be intimidated by their powerful aura.

They even slowed down their pace, and the aura of the Swadian Sergeants became even more vigorous.

In their minds, they recalled what Commander Bunduk had said. As long as they were fearless, these undead soldiers would be puppets that could not withstand a single blow. However, as long as they relaxed, these undead soldiers would become a hundred or a thousand times stronger than before.

These simple soldiers thought that what Bunduk had said was the truth. They were not afraid because if they were afraid, they would only be left with a dead end. Therefore, they shouted and tore at their throats, they were not afraid of any undead soldiers.

A tall and sturdy undead soldier carrying a sharp broadsword descended from the sky. He jumped down from a tree, trying to jump into this impregnable square formation. However, before he could even steady himself, he was pierced through the throat by a long lance from the nearby Swadian Sergeant. What flowed out of his throat was not bright red blood, but green, bubbling liquid. It flowed from his neck to the tip of his toes, and he fell to the ground. Countless Swadian Sergeants stepped over his corpse. It was trampling on the dignity of the enemy, but the undead soldiers seemed to have gained consciousness at some point, they were actually a little afraid of these young Swadian Sergeants.

The elven ministers were casting spells behind them. Most of them were attackers with offensive magic. Some cast super fireball spells and ice sealing spells, restricting all the undead soldiers. Some even cast spatial magic, they had moved the undead soldiers away from their positions and broke their formation. All of this was thanks to Bunduk. These elven ministers had never fought a battle so seriously. Most of the time, they acted as deserters. When they faced the enemy, they subconsciously pushed their soldiers to the front line. As long as the situation was slightly unfavorable, these ministers would ask the King for a withdrawal order. The Elf King was also a coward that he would accept any withdrawal order. Moreover, in this country, absolute strength was advocated. As long as one was strong enough, then the king could even exchange a thousand ordinary people for a powerful minister.

This was the law of this country, which gradually reduced this country to a colony. Moreover, in this undead soldiers’ surprise attack, they were always in a weak position from beginning to end.

Bunduk had already completely understood the reason for this country’s backwardness, but he did not mention it to the Elf King. Presumably, the Elf King had also realized his own mistake in administration, which was why he had always intended to extend an olive branch to Lord Kant.

More than a hundred undead soldiers suddenly attacked from the right side of the phalanx. Those undead soldiers’ footsteps were very orderly, and even Bunduk had the illusion that these undead soldiers were regular soldiers.

However, the Swadian Sergeants were not a vegetarian army. They raised the shields in their hands to welcome the malicious undead soldiers. Countless large knives hacked on the hard shields, making a clanging sound. This sound was very disturbing to the ears, however, the Swadian Sergeants were already used to it. Their hands began to tremble because of the intense frequency, and the more they trembled, the more their hands followed closely. No one had the urge to let go, they were a whole unit. As long as there was a loophole, then the entire Swadian Sergeants would be facing defeat. No one wanted to be the sinner.

However, there would always be someone who would be the sinner. He was the young man who spoke to Commander Bunduk at noon and was shocked that Commander Bunduk would actually sleep with them.

At this moment, he had made a mistake. He had grabbed onto the shield tightly, but most of the undead soldiers were charging at his shield. Both of his hands had begun to bleed because of the grip on the handle, and the blood dyed the ground red, however, he did not want to give up. He did not want to see the commander show a disappointed expression when he saw him, so he gritted his teeth and persevered. However, more undead soldiers charged at his shield, and countless machetes attacked the shield, even a shield forged from crystal ore was as fragile as glass. It finally reached a critical point, and the shield shattered.

Seeing that a hole had appeared in the phalanx, the undead soldiers focused all their attention on this hole.

He panicked. Looking at the undead soldiers in front of him, the first thing he thought of was to raise the dagger at his waist and fight with the undead soldiers with his life. However, the undead soldiers’ machetes were more agile than his reactions, he felt an unbearable pain on his shoulder. He could feel a fountain of blood surging from his wound. His chin and neck were all stained with beautiful colors. He trembled, his hand could no longer touch the dagger at his waist. By the time he touched the dagger at his waist, it would probably have been cut into two by the undead soldier.

He did not hesitate at all. Instead, he stepped forward and used his weak body to cover the undead soldier’s machete. The blade penetrated his body, and fresh blood rolled on the tip of the blade. The blood was very hot and thick.

It was the pride of a young soldier. It kept rolling and refused to fall from the blade to the ground. However, a little hot blood would always be cold at some point.