At first, there were few deaths, so it was not a threat, so the team could just keep moving. Occasionally, if someone approached too close, the head was chopped off by the rider, and then slapped by many horse hooves.

But the deeper the more people went, the more dead they died. They could not get in by speed alone. Living corpses gathered together, blocking the road. Christina signaled the team to stop, and she took out the map to confirm again. 'It's not far away.' The elf took the eagle flag from Greene, took off the statue of the Virgin hanging on her chest, and wrapped it firmly around the tip of the spear.

She carried the red flag on her right shoulder and took the lead in rushing towards the dead. It could be heard from the sound, and no other people were hesitant. The cavalry team made such a big noise, even the most rotten senses could be noticed. First, it was the outermost layer, and then, like the huge waves coming from the sea, the corpse group rushed over at an incredible speed. Christina raised the eagle flag and let it flutter in the wind.

"May you get the mercy of the Mother of the Earth!" she cried.

It was light, a pure white light emitted from the statue of the Virgin and spread out instantly. The nearest dead man was lit by the white light, and soon burned to black, and no longer moved. The dead man on the outside began to escape, just as they suddenly regained their reason, and the tide of corpses quickly dispersed, rushing to escape from the Paladin.

Not all, orcs did not believe in the mother of the earth before their lifetime, and they did so after their death. The green-skinned dead went upstream, and they were impatient and tore up many living zombies that were blocking the way.

"Sir, be careful!" Green flattened his spear and aimed at an immortal monster.

Christina smiled cruelly. She did not move the spear and shield on the saddle, nor did she draw her sword. She used words more effective than swords to deal with the dead souls who refused to rest.

"I walk in the deep valley of death, and I am not afraid." The delicate and small lips chanted the prayer of God, rushed over and hit a dead man invisible wall. The green zombie beat him with all his strength, and his arm was broken and his bones were exposed.

"Your spear and your existence are all comforting me." The cavalry team was about to approach the dead of the dead, and white light appeared on the elves.

"Your glory covers me forever." She raised her hand, and the white light shot out, and the rotten green skin was wiped out.

She waved the flag forward: "Keep going!" Most of the dead were not eliminated, but retreated into the woods, looking at the elves and her small troops with empty eyes.

"Sir, I'll take the flag." Green suggested diligently, with his respect on his face. Not everyone could see what a Paladin is. He said and reached out.

"Don't move!" The elf lost his temper and Green retracted his hand awkwardly.

'He just didn't want me to be too tired.' The elf still explained: "I must carry this flag, otherwise the magic will fail." Green nodded in response. The shaking saddle was not a good occasion for chatting, and he didn't want to bite his tongue.

I always thought that the dead were not emotional, but the roars just now could scare them, and the neat corpses as tidy as walls dispersed. The dwarf saw the opportunity and quickly drove the mage forward.

"Hold on, don't die at this time." The dwarf cheered the mage.

The mage wanted to laugh, but it turned into a continuous cough, and a lot of blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth. Every time he coughed, the flames at the top of the staff would tremble once. If the dead hadn't been in chaos, everyone would have died. Flint handed over the mage to others for care and carried an axe to open the way forward.

"No, do it." The mage grabbed him, and the dwarf was shocked. He didn't expect that he had such great strength. The mage grabbed him tightly, "Don't attack, you will find out, we."

"What should I do?" The dwarf put down his battle axe with frustration. Judging from the roar, the "other things" in the mage's mouth were not far away.

The sound of horse hooves from far to near and the white light shining on the eagle flag gave him the answer. "Other things" just caused the corpse to fall into chaos, and the white light and Christina completely dispersed the corpse.

The dwarf stared at his eyes and murmured: "Girl, he's finally here."

Christina jumped off the horse, she lifted her armor and smiled at the dwarf and Walker. She was about to speak, but her eyes fell on the mage and his black robe. The elf's smile froze. The fierce dwarf did not notice it, and he took the elf's hand to send it to the mage.

"Come on, come on, girl, this black robe is almost gone, you can treat him." He pulled a few times, and the elf didn't follow him at all. The dwarf turned around and looked at Christina. The elf turned his head aside in a childish way. She happened to see the wounded soldier protected in the middle, walked straight over, leaving the stunned dwarf and the mage there ignoring it.

"It's okay, Mr. Dwarf." The mage smiled weakly, "The Elf's attitude is nothing." Although he said this with a smile, the dwarf could still see that he was hurt. The dwarf fixed his beard on his chest and saw the elf covering one blood-stained wound with his hands without any hesitation. He sighed, 'It was still like that back then, and he never concealed his likes and dislikes. But she was only a little over 100 years old and was still young, and she would mature when she was two hundred years old.'

The reinforcements also brought extra horses, and the wounded who could not walk were helped to the horse's back. Seeing that Christina was like the mage, she always held the red flag, and relied on the white light from above to scare away the dead. Tens of thousands of dead people gave up the road and stood on the edge of the woods like a large group of terrible statues. This strange scene was very terrifying and accelerated the efficiency of the soldiers. Christina and Walker were about to set off on their way home.

The roar came again, and in the woods hundreds of steps away, several trees swayed violently, as if they were hit by a huge animal.

"Let's go, everyone gets on the horse!" Walker shouted in a hoarse voice. The elf raised the eagle flag and walked back and forth around the crowd, scaring away the approaching dead people.

The dwarf and the mage rode a horse together. His short and thick legs could not reach the stirrups, so he had to clamp the belly of the horse with all his strength. The mage lay on his back, as soft as mud. Flint pulled the reins. The dwarf could not control such a tall military horse, but he had no choice. The dwarf carefully kept his mount and ran forward with the brigade, and had to worry about not letting the mage fall down. The only good news was that he had been riding for a long time, but he didn't sneeze, and his allergic to the horse's mane was cured.

"Black robe, you hug it tightly. I won't wait for you if it falls." The horse team was very fast, and both of them rode together like the dwarf.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Dwarf." After removing the spell, the black robe sounded much better.

'This life was saved,' Flint looked at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!