The undead creature that had been charging at Troda suddenly changed direction and attacked the bandits in Troda's group in response to Han Shuo's call and the little skeleton's following pat.

Troda roared as he shot a series of arrows at the undead creature. A random few connected, but unfortunately didn't hinder him at all. The hedgehog-shaped undead creature rammed into the middle of the dense group of bandits, guided by the little skeleton.

Pfft pfft...

The huge body of the undead creature crashed into the centre of the bandits. Its sharp spikes pierced through five bandits, three of whom were torn apart while two flew through the air, impaled on the spikes.

Three hundred gargoyles roared as they flew over, flapping their bat-like wings as they shot forward. A dozen or so bandits didn't even have time to fight back before iron hook-like claws tore through their flesh and blood. The dark creatures who couldn't fly joined forces with the ten evil knights who, led by the elite earth and wood zombie, attacked the bandits of Troda.

More than a thousand undead creatures of various kinds crashed into the midst of the bandits. These creatures didn't fear death or feel pain. They used either sharp weapons or claws to attack the bandits like mad.

The skeletal warriors were the weakest of the group. Their bones often shattered on impact, except for those whose bodies had a higher level of defence. The power of the iron bars in their hands was ferocious and could cause the bandits great trouble.

The huge hate warriors were even more difficult to deal with. It would take four or five bandits to deal with a single hate warrior. Only fire and lightning magic, in addition to light magic, could do much damage to these powerful undead creatures. Even though normal physical attacks could cut off the limbs of the hate warriors, they still couldn't stop them from attacking.

The ten evil knights were the fiercest, as together they wielded huge, sharp white bone spikes with great lethality. One swing of a giant bone spike would kill five or six bandits. Their black armour, forged from the exotic ore native to the Abyss of Death, was even more resistant to magic than normal armour, while the undead themselves weren't easily hurt by physical attacks. As a result, the ten evil knights were a nightmare for the bandits. The bandits seemed unable to find a suitable and timely method to deal with them.

Han Shuo stood in the air, activating the bone staff and chanting an obscure magic spell. Beneath the thick veil of the green-black mist of the Canopy of Necromancy, ripples of water descended from the sky, forming puddles of acid swamp. The acid bog was harmless to the undead. But if a living person without the aura of death around them entered it, they would be dissolved to the bone.

"Bloody stupid pigs, all you can do is stand there and watch?" Faulke cursed loudly. He grabbed his silver spear and shouted at the bandits, "Aim at them!"

The brutal band of four thousand bandits was certainly not to be underestimated. Han Shuo had only summoned over a thousand undead creatures, most of which were the lowest level of Zombie Warriors. The power of these zombie warriors was too weak to pose a real threat to the bandits.

Therefore, the number of undead creatures was too small compared to the bandits. It was simply impossible to wipe out a large number of these four thousand bandits by relying on a f ew hate warriors and evil knights. Amidst Faulke's screams and shouts, arrows began to land among the bandits and even the undead creatures. The arrows were basically harmless to the high-level hate warriors and evil knights, so most of these arrow attacks didn't even cause them any damage.

Seeing that the hate warriors had no problem attacking the bandits even when they were pinned down with arrows, the novice archers visibly heaved a sigh of relief and unleashed their skills even more fiercely. Now that they had nothing to worry about, the archers began to make better use of the shooting skills they had learned in training. The attacks became more accurate. More and more bandits were hit by the arrows and died.

Observing the situation with cold eyes, Han Shuo was startled and suddenly stopped the acid swamp magic. Next to Troda, a narrow, winding path had appeared that led to Faulke's group. The narrow path was enough for only three or four people to enter, but it provided an opportunity to attack Faulke's group.

"Attack! Kill those damned cowardly soldiers of Brettel City!" Troda pointed at Faulke. The layer bandits around him charged straight at Faulkee, with Troda under the rain of arrows.

The soldiers were getting used to the fight. They mercilessly shot more arrows at Troda's group as they faced his incoming attack. One by one, the charging bandits fell to the ground like porcupines, arrows, spears and lances protruding from their bodies, their dying poses varied and exotic.

Halfway up Mount Tali, the leader of the Mountain People, the tall Fulkin with the high bridge of his nose, was wearing less than precious armour and was at a loss as he watched the chaotic battle at the foot of the mountain, "What's going on?" he said.

Fulkin was the leader of the mountain people of Mount Tali. They lived on Tali by mining and trading for the necessities of life. The group of a thousand or so had been steadily reduced to less than six hundred through endless conflict. They would have been destroyed by the bandits long ago if it weren't for the terrain of Mount Tali.

"I don't know who that necromancer is, but those soldiers should belong to Brettel City. Hmm, those Brettel bugs actually dare to wield weapons in their hands, I must be seeing things!" Veteran miner Turiaf was tiptoeing on a high stone, speaking suspiciously as he looked down.

"I heard that Brettel City has a new City Lord. Could it be that this new city lord really wants to change the whole city?" Fulkin exclaimed involuntarily, a hint of shock appearing in his eyes.

"They say the new City Lord is Bryan. He seems to be a necromancer who killed the great swordmaster of the Brut Merchant Alliance. He's an evil man who's challenged many of the empire's powerhouses. No one could escape the palm of his hand. He's never spared a single life in any battle. Turiaf had recently heard some information from Brettel City, thanks to the Fairweather merchants. He couldn't help but speak out now.

Fulkin, the chief of the mountain tribe on Mount Tali, thought for a moment before opening his mouth to say, "That damned bandit Troda killed many of our people. Even my little brother died at his hands. Whatever it is, Troda's situation doesn't look very good now. It looks like we won't have to stay on the mountain to defend ourselves.

"Fulkin, do you want to go down the mountain and fight Troda to the death?" Turiaf asked, startled.

Fulkin nodded his head coldly and shouted loudly, "Perhaps today is the time for our revenge. This damned Troda bandit has killed too many of our people. We must not let him leave Mount Tali alive!"

As his words rang out, Fulkin leapt from a rock and sprinted down to the battle at the foot of the mountain. The mountain people, who'd been hiding behind rocks and bushes, followed Fulkin and rushed to the area where Faulke's group was stationed, all their long-held hatred suddenly exploding.

To Fulkin's people, the undead were alien creatures from another world. It was best not to come into contact with them. These creatures didn't belong to this world, and it would be a shame if they turned on them.

Furthermore, there were puddles of acid of varying sizes on the ground beneath these undead creatures. There were dozens of stark white skeletons, freshly stripped of their flesh, still lying in the puddles of acid. The eerie scene was too shocking for them. Of course, they wouldn't be willing to enter such a dangerous place.

Whoosh whoosh!

Two bone spears shot out from an unknown direction. Troda suddenly felt pain in both legs. Dozens of gargoyles suddenly swarmed over him. Without waiting for him to react, they grabbed him with their claws and spiralled up into the sky with him.

"My name is Bryan, I'm the new mayor of Brettel City. Pleased to meet you, Troda!" Han Shuo's voice sounded elegant. When Troda finally reacted, he saw Han Shuo's smiling face looking down at him as the claws of four gargoyles pierced his back. The four creatures flapped their wings and refused to let him fall to his death.

"What do you want?" Troda was indeed a leader in the bandit world. His face was still vicious and angry as he roared at Han Shuo despite the pain on his bloody back.

"I don't want anything, just your entire wealth. Spit back everything you've looted from Brettel City over the past few years!" Han Shuo was in a good mood as he spoke with a soft, happy laugh.

"Kill me! I won't give you anything even if I die! Haha, you won't get your hands on this wealth!" Troda laughed madly, apparently not knowing how to spell the word 'death'.

Pfft! Three bone spears pierced Troda's chest and abdomen. Han Shuo said smiling,

"You seem to have forgotten that I'm a necromancer. In addition to the power to control dark creatures, necromancers are also very familiar with the soul. Even if you die, I can still extract everything from your soul.

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