The barbarians' opponents today are far from comparable to those elves they encountered before. They used maces that had destroyed the city gates. No one could imagine what kind of power this thing would be when swung on the human body.

Some of these wounded soldiers were smashed by heavy objects, and only strands of flesh were carried back on the lower body. They were not breathing halfway through the walk. Another was that a huge blade appeared on the front chest, but a wound could only be caused by a mace. Each of them was so heavy that the barbarian doctor responsible for the treatment was helpless!

This is pretty good, at least someone can tell who these guys were through their bodies and be able to name them.

It’s like these savages are finished!

Even if their bodies are sewn with needles and threads, they will never grow any longer. In this piece of flesh, there is no need for anyone to distinguish and find survivors, because fools know that almost no one can survive!

Many people did not die on the spot, but were in pain... Although they could live for a while, the only purpose of their own life that was dying from a stagnant life seemed to be to let their commanders and comrades witness the cruelty of these enemies at close distance.

The almost dull gaze of the savage president, Akkamand, was attracted by a wounded soldier who was brought back.

The strong barbarian warrior, who was strong and strong, was pressed down by three companions. The pain made the strong warrior look like a twitching leech, arching his skin all over his body, unable to help but jump up again and again, and then hit the ground hard. His chin had been completely blown up, and the part on his face below his nose was like a crushed porcelain jar, completely disappeared. This made his voice sound like the vocal cords stuck in his throat trembling, and he couldn't help but squeeze out the strange screams.

And what makes people feel most terrifying is his eyes!

Even though Akamand was extremely brave, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb for this scene. One of the guy's face was covered with flesh, and his eyes fell to the part of his nose. Another eye was filled with blood, and it had become a bubble, protruding from most of the eye sockets. It looked like a toad, bulging high like a blow, and there was also turbid blood inside was still spinning rapidly. One circle after another, and there was still a firefly.

The barbarian doctors responsible for the treatment were nervously chanting the spell, but they could not stop the warrior's eyes from continuing to be congested. The powerful skull pressure in his head made the barbarian warrior's eyes quickly and swelling wildly.

This scene made everyone crazy!

The doctor in charge of the treatment really couldn't stand this scene. He pulled out his own sword while roaring. Because no matter how he treated it, he could not save such wounded people. Instead of letting these injuries continue to suffer from death and pain, it would be better to settle them directly!

After hesitating for a moment, the blade in the doctor finally stabbed into the barbarian's chest. The sharp tip of the knife cut his heart, and the bloodshot eyeball exploded. Suddenly, a pool of fishy blood accompanied by the catkin-shaped crystals, sprayed the doctor's head and face.

This scene happened to fall into Akarmand's eyes. He was so angry that he panted heavily. He heard the sound like a bellows that had been torn to pieces. He forced his companion to the barbarian just now, and their bloody faces made everyone look at them like a beast from the prehistoric era.

There are many types of weapons in the opponent, from alliances, tribes, empires and unheard weapons on the wastelands. This battle lost 60,000 to 70,000 barbarians and consumed almost half of the adult men in the country. This number was a total of 10 years that had not been achieved in the past when conflicts with the Elf Empire...

After getting this result, Akarmand almost went crazy.

He surrendered to Lich Chinamos at all costs, and what he wanted was the territory of the entire Elf Empire... But now it was just a battle in Red City, and he had to face the three coalition forces of the alliance, the tribe and the Elf Empire in the future. Even if he won the battle, how many adult men would be left in the entire barbarian kingdom?

Akamand grabbed his head hard. This result is really hard to accept...

No monarch would hope that only the elderly, weak, women and children would be left in his territory. If that were the case, what would happen even if he had the territory of the Elf Empire?

Thinking of this, Akarmand couldn't help but turn his eyes to Chinamos who had never spoken. He took the initiative to fight and led him. Now that he has lost so many people, he has not even conquered a Red City, this makes people feel sincerely angry, and it can even be said to be a collapse.

However, Chinamos did not do anything at all. For him, a half-dead lich, this situation was very popular. For any undead, this situation was the best. The more people died on the battlefield, the better. The soul of any strong creature in his lifetime was a supplement to the undead, and the source of power was enhanced.

Unfortunately, these barbarians really don’t have the ability to communicate with elements and don’t have much magic power in their bodies, so they didn’t see this scene.

However, there are many capable people in the city, and they have a certain amount of magic power in their bodies, so they can clearly see these. Each fallen corpse will have drops of gray and viscous spirits floating on it. It is not very clear at first, but then it slowly turns into a small ghost. Although Chinamos was sitting there, without any movement, it does not mean that he did nothing.

Any creature will produce ghosts after death. These ghosts have no attack power or any power. Because they will not become spiritual bodies, they cannot cause harm to living creatures. The same is true for the generation of undeads. When ghosts turn into entities, the real undead will be produced.

However, the generation of this kind of undead requires certain environments and conditions, such as mass graves, or magic conversion... Of course, if the resentment or thoughts during his lifetime is not dissipated, it is very easy to become an undead... At most, these methods only allow the undead to have the power in front of him. If you want to be strong, you have to strengthen it for a period of time. The same is true for Chinamos... After a period of time, he has reached his current strength.

Many people in Hongcheng saw what this lich did.

Perhaps because of the existence of this undead cat, Chinamos, spiritual bodies were produced on almost every corpse. These spiritual bodies did not become real, but instead shook lightly in front of the corpse and quickly flew into the sky.

Everyone saw that the ghost on the corpse did not disappear after just flying as usual. Instead, it gathered in the air and gathered into Chinamos' nasal cavity like a tide.

His expression was very satisfied, like the pleasure after smoking marijuana.

Akamand, with a group of guards, looked at the rescued soldiers tremblingly, and bent down to observe them one by one.

Seeing the end, he became more and more frightened as he looked at Chinamos. Akamand suddenly looked up and looked at Chinamos, and his throat was roaring and roaring that the beast would only be forced into a desperate situation. His eyes were covered with bloodshot, and his thick hands, covered with calluses, were buckled like an eagle claw. If he hadn't been afraid of Chinamos' power, he would have wanted to pinch it now.

However, Chinamos's eyes finally made the commander almost lose his mind and understand. If he disobeyed this lich now, his only fate would be no different from those of these warriors who died on the battlefield. Maybe the fate would be even worse... because he fully understood what methods this lich would have!

"Sir Lich, please allow me to blow the trumpet and stop the troops." Even Akarmand, who was used to going to the battlefield, could not bear this situation and finally couldn't help crying loudly.

"Without my order, who dares to take a step back, kill him, no matter how hard he is!" Chinamos looked at Akarmand coldly at the almost collapsed Akarmand and said coldly. This sentence completely invaded the barbarian commander who still had a glimmer of hope!
Chapter completed!