Chapter 1191

These iron-armored skeletons were extremely robust.

They could fully prop up the iron armor.

Each one looked like a burly General.

These iron-armored skeletons had even higher defense against arrows, nearly able to ignore them.

And their attacks, besides being swift, were also more powerful.

Boom!

With one slash, a chunk of splintered wood burst clearly from the wooden wall.

These were the tier-4 Skeleton Blooddrinkers.

Besides these.

There were also 8 even taller skeletons scattered throughout the entire skeleton horde.

Their bones were not human.

Some were ogre bones, some were troll bones, and there was even one made of colossus bones.

These 8 should be the enemy's heroes.

But Zhao Chi did not see the enemy lord Chen Xian; he estimated that the body piloting technique was being used, piloting skeletons to attack.

Among those 8 skeleton heroes, one should be the skeleton piloted by Chen Xian.

Crack-crack-crack!

Boom-boom!

Thud-thud!

All the skeletons kept pounding the wooden wall nonstop, wood chips flying and drifting down like snowflakes.

The skeletons behind couldn't squeeze in, pacing back and forth restlessly at the rear, seeming very anxious to join the battle.

The wooden wall was already riddled with holes.

There were already at least a dozen large holes, and the skeletons near the openings were rushing in recklessly.

Each time, several dozen skeletons could get in.

The moment they got in, they saw the elves, the green flames in their eyes burning brighter, wildly swinging their weapons to attack the elves.

Those elves were fairly brave; they fought to the death without retreat, having already shattered over a hundred skeletons.

They couldn't retreat either.

Once they fell back, the entire battle line would collapse.

Fortunately, the bones before them had already piled into a small hill.

This in turn became a new makeshift wall, able to a certain extent block the steps of the skeletons behind.

There were also quite a few elites among the elves.

Eyes sharp, wielding dual swords.

A single sword dance could cut apart 3 skeletons.

But they were all already panting heavily.

On the wooden wall, there were even more small holes.

The skeletons could only squeeze in a few at a time.

The elves behind these holes were relatively more at ease.

They could attack with superior numbers from within; the skeletons at these positions were shattered one by one, but kept charging in one after another, without a moment's pause.

The elves here were also very exhausted.

The swords in their hands felt very heavy.

And their leather armor already was covered in slash marks.

The longswords also each had notches.

It looked like they couldn't hold out much longer.

"Huff~huff~ I've killed over 40, how many more outside?"

"No idea, huff~ should still be a few thousand."

"How are there still a few thousand? My stamina can't keep up."

"Stop talking, they're charging again, fight fast, my shield is almost shattered."

"Sigh, my sword doesn't have much durability left either."

"Is there any medicine left?"

"None, only stamina-restoring ones."

"That's fine too, give me one, I'll use Thrust one more time."

"No good, if I use Thrust again the sword tip will break, I only dare to slash now."

"It's fine, same either way, kill one is one, come on!"

"Sigh, okay."

"Careful, the fire over there is spreading this way."

On the wooden wall, there were still many places burning.

Skeletons couldn't cast fire.

It was a fire-element spiritual technique used by the enemy heroes.

Rumble!

With another giant fireball bombardment, another section of the wall collapsed.

In an instant.

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