Pam had made a mistake in his judgment and his heart sank into endless contradictions that condemned him.
He clearly felt that there was something wrong with the undead soldiers last night, but he still believed that these sharp cavalries would win every battle!
But now, he understood that he had lost. He had lost the ability to be alert at the very least. How terrifying was this? This caused the entire cavalry to fall into endless danger.
One of the undead soldiers suddenly jumped out of the trap.
His jumping ability was so powerful that he instantly flew up to five meters in the air.
A fireball from the sky was targeting his head. For the undead soldiers, the area above the neck should be their second fatal weakness.
Pam comforted himself in his heart.
The fireball hit the head of the undead soldier strongly.
All eyes seemed to be focused on him. The undead soldier was heavily pressed to the ground by the fireball.
There was even a crater the size of a meteorite on the ground.
Smoke filled the air. Pam looked forward hopefully. Reality gave him another critical hit.
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He roared as if the fireball had completely enraged him. He jumped up and instantly took the life of an elf beside him.
Pam sighed. Was it still not enough?
Was this batch of undead soldiers already so powerful? There was actually a flaw in his information?
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. The elf in front of them had fallen at their feet. Pam truly could not believe that the undead soldier had such formidable attack power.
With such attack power, if his cavalries were to fight one-on-one, they would definitely not be a match for the undead soldier.
The short and thin elf was grabbed by the undead soldier. The undead soldier's strength was extremely great. He used all his strength to tear the poor elf into two pieces by the undead soldier.
Just like a piece of toast, the elf was torn into two pieces without any resistance.
He did not struggle, because he could not struggle either. The power of the undead soldier was not something he could imagine. Even Pam did not know how powerful the undead soldier's attacks were.
The undead soldier's violence had clearly not stopped. He continued to move forward, jumping three feet high. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of a cavalry.
The cavalry did not sense the danger approaching. He was still fighting with the undead soldier in front of him. His strength was not bad. When he was in the knight corps, Pam had already begun to praise him. However, Pam did not expect him not to notice that an undead soldier was standing behind him.
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Before he could say anything, the undead soldier's blade had already cut the cavalry off their horses.
That knight probably didn't even know that he had been ambushed from behind when he was dying. He naively thought that the undead soldiers were stupid since that they couldn't think, that they never knew anything about strategy and they would only rely on numbers to win.
This was what his most loyal captain, Pam, had told him. He had even made notes in the training ground, leaving his back completely to his companions. He had to trust them!
Those undead soldiers weren't smart...
He was wrong, and so was Captain Pam. He had realized this before he died, but the loss of blood accelerated the process of his death.
He tilted his neck and stared at the captain who was still fighting in front of him and slowly closed his eyes.
Pam's eyes were bloodshot. His beloved teammates had all fallen in front of him. But he was like a child, when faced with bad people, he had no power at all. He had once made a vow, he had said that he would lead this group of young men to fight everywhere and make them an indestructible army. However, he had broken his promise now. They couldn't even break through a small undead soldier, let alone a mysterious and unknown desert.
The undead soldier with the ability to jump suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of Pam. He held his big knife with both hands. It was covered with the blood of his countless comrades. The blood dripped onto the ground bit by bit and it scattered in all directions like snowflakes.
Pam's eyes welled up with tears. This iron man who had been the leader for more than ten years had also been weakened.
He raised the lance in his hand and declared war on the undead soldier.
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His movement speed was definitely not something that Pam could catch up to. Moreover, Pam's mount was also killed by the undead soldier, so it was even more impossible for him to catch up with the undead soldier. The number of undead soldiers in front of him did not decrease but increased and this made Pam panicky. He watched as the cavalries around him were getting fewer. In the end, he was left alone under the encirclement of the undead soldiers.
With the level of a Holy Knight, the low-level undead soldiers were obviously not Pam's match. Pam's lance could penetrate the throats of three or four undead soldiers at once. But so what? Those undead soldiers were like machines produced by a factory. They were endless and not afraid of death at all.
Pam was still retreating backward. One of the undead soldiers had cut his shoulder, but he turned a deaf ear to it. Now was not the time to turn back and give it a heavy blow.
Pam was still rational in his heart. He wanted to live and avenge his knights.
The night of war was described as bitter. There were cries everywhere. Many children had lost their fathers that night.
Pam sat on the steps of the Elven Palace. His face had not been washed with cold water. His hands were covered with mottled knife marks. There was still a lot of blood flowing on them. Some of it had dried up and become scars, however, there was still a lot of blood left.
Pam's face was even more terrifying. It was gloomy and helpless. A huge scar had been cut on his forehead by the undead soldiers. The wound was huge, but he turned a deaf ear to it. The blood was lying on his collar along his glabella.
His clothes were also tattered. His armor was torn into pieces. He looked like the scavengers outside.
He threw the gun in the distance, and his eyes were fixed on the gun.
In last night's battle, all his comrades had been sacrificed, and even Captain Spock had died at the hands of the undead soldiers.
