Chapter 115 War (X)

Unlike the players who are aimlessly and without any tactics, they are chasing the coalition soldiers on the periphery.

The Tiefling army had already formed a tight attack formation, and took advantage of the gap created by the players to penetrate directly into the coalition of three thousand troops like an extremely sharp blade.

Medoraash rushed to the front of the team, his armor stained with blood, and almost no one dared to approach him.

He raised the bloodstained sword in his hand.

[Guided Divine Power: Terror Appears]

A dark night light suddenly enveloped the surroundings.

Medoraash channels his darkest emotions and unleashes them into a magical breath of coercion, an ability unique to the Oathbreaker.

The coalition soldiers were shrouded in darkness. They threw away their weapons and armor and fell into instinctive panic.

"No, don't come here!"

"what--"

"Run away!"

"Devil, he is the devil incarnate!"

Blood splashed on his face, and Medorash's mouth curled up slightly: "The devil incarnate?"

This seemed to bring back some memories for him.

He was silent for a while, then said calmly: "Since you all want me to be, then I am fine."

Medoraash strode forward, swinging the blood-stained sword in his hand, sending down streaks of blood-red light - that was the Bloody Holy Slash that belonged only to the Oathbreaker.

Accompanied by shrill screams, the lives of the Allied soldiers were ruthlessly harvested by the god of death.

The soldiers fled in all directions as if they were avoiding a devil. Even his tieflings felt a little unfamiliar with the terrifying leader in front of them and could only follow him and shoot some arrows.

Damakos stepped forward quickly and asked worriedly, "Captain, are you okay?"

"fine."

"I couldn't be better."

As he spoke, Medoraash raised the sword in his hand again.

[Guide Divine Power: Control the Undead]

The corpses slowly crawled up one by one, picked up their own limbs and put them against their bodies, with flickering lights flashing in their empty eye sockets, and they roared softly and pounced on their living comrades.

"Do not--"

"Gods"

"He really is a devil!"

"This devil brought them back to life! He can control the dead!"

Seeing their former comrades turned into undead and rushing towards them, with familiar faces full of desire for flesh and blood, the psychological defenses of the coalition soldiers were completely shattered. They fled desperately. After all, no one wanted to become like this.

Medoras slowly lowered the bloodstained sword.

"The effect is not bad."

There was a faint light flickering in his pure black eyes without irises, and his ram-like curved horns were covered in blood. At this moment, he was like a real devil from hell.

Controlling the undead was an ability he had never used before, but now Medorash had long since gotten rid of the psychological burden.

Since he is a dragon's follower, even so.
It doesn’t matter.

Medoraash looked around, but was shocked to find that even his companions had a hint of fear in their eyes.

But he pretended not to see it and just calmly ordered: "Keep moving forward."

Under the attack led by the undead, the tieflings quickly chased the crying and fleeing coalition soldiers to the command position of the Bosk family.

Compared to the commander, Andre Bosque was more like a vanguard. After the war broke out, he rushed to the front alone and threw all the heavy command tasks to the nobles under him.

And those nobles who lived a life of luxury were filled with fear as they watched the undead approaching. One of them even fainted on the spot.

In their eyes, war is often an elegant art rather than a brutal massacre.

The order the nobles received from the Bosk family was - no need to fight to the death, just maintain their own strength.

However, now the enemy has come all the way to their doorstep, and the situation is far beyond their expectations.

Baron Matthew's voice trembled: "What should I do?"

Viscount Luton on the side whispered: "How about we surrender?"

"But I don't think they will abide by the sacred noble agreement." "These are the dragon's followers."

The undead approached with roars, and the tieflings stood ready with weapons in hand.

Medorash took a few steps forward slowly, pointing his sword at the military tent from a distance:

"Everyone, surrender and you won't be killed."

The sound was not loud, but it was extremely clear.

There was silence in the military tent at first, and then there was a rustling sound.

Baron Matthew finally couldn't bear the tremendous pressure, staggered out from the back door, and jumped onto his horse.

"You damned devils!

"Go to hell!"

He cursed as he rode his horse at a gallop.

Medoraash said nothing more, but stared coldly at the noble on horseback, raising his sword that was flashing with magical light.

【Crown of Madness】

A twisted, jagged crown appeared on Baron Matthew's head, and his eyes suddenly flashed with madness.

He fell off his horse uncontrollably and danced on the ground.

Medorash walked forward slowly and looked down at him.

“You are really courageous.”

Baron Matthew rolled on the ground, yelling madly: "One day, I will kill all of you!"

"Shh-"

With a sharp blow of the sword, the crazy Baron Matthew was nailed to the ground.

The remaining nobles in the tent watched the bloody scene and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

But it’s not over yet.

Medoras drew out his bloody sword.

The remains of the body on the ground began to slowly wriggle, and it stood up tremblingly, with a faint light flickering in its empty eye sockets - Baron Matthew was transformed into an undead.

Suddenly, the nobles fell silent.

Medorash drove the undead to the front of the tent and repeated calmly: "Everyone, surrender and you will not be killed."

He paused.

"At least—I won't turn you into something like this."

Viscount Luton's sweat dripped down his forehead. He finally couldn't bear the pressure anymore and fell to his knees with a plop. With tears in his eyes, he said, "I surrender! I surrender! Please don't turn me into a ghost!"

"I surrender too, I only ask you to spare my life!"

"Our Terman family is willing to pay the ransom!"

"The Fate family requests cooperation."

"On behalf of the Chris family, I pay my respects to the Lord of Burning Embers."

With Viscount Luton setting an example, the nobles in the tents knelt down and begged for mercy, wailing and crying.

Medora nodded slightly.

"That would be rude."

The tieflings tied up the nobles who were kneeling on the ground.

Damacus stepped forward and reported carefully, "Captain. No, sir, the troops on the right wing of the coalition have all fled, and those players are chasing the remnants. Should we cooperate with Lord Trump and launch an attack on the enemy's center from the flank?"

Medorash shook his head: "No, we will retreat directly."

Damakos was stunned: "But sir, we..."

There was a hint of teasing in Medoraash's pure black eyes: "Retreat directly. We are going to invite these nobles to watch a grand ceremony."

"Yes, my lord."

Although Damachus was somewhat puzzled, he still obeyed the order and led the frightened nobles back to the north of the pass.

(End of this chapter)