Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 356: 354 Fallen Pit_1

Translator: 549690339

A group of two or three hundred Elf Warriors faced a full-speed charge of hundreds of Death Knights.

Even though they had the advantage in numbers, the outcome was certain. The poor Elf Warriors let out continuous screams, and suffered heavy casualties after just one encounter.

After one round of charge, some Elves managed to escape the onslaught, but the Death Knights that had crossed the frontline ignored them, changing their target instead and heading towards Catalan.

It was because this guy was wearing elegant and expensive clothes, riding a high-profile white deer as his mount, which made him look prominent in his position at the front lines.

As high-level undead, Death Knights’ wisdom was not low, and they could instinctively know what to do in this kind of situation.

As he saw the damned Death Knights change direction and charge towards him, Catalan was still in a daze.

Mentor, on the other hand, slapped the white deer’s butt directly while Catalan was still stunned.

“What are you standing there for? Do you think you and I can handle so many Death Knights?”

Hearing this, Catalan finally came to his senses and realized how dangerous his current position was.

The white deer, feeling pain, sprinted away under Catalan’s control. Not only was this creature good looking, but it was also very fast.

It was not an ordinary animal that could become Catalan’s mount.

To cover Catalan’s escape, the Dawn Legion rushed over as Mentor shouted commands.

With such a strong momentum, even the ground trembled beneath their feet.

But facing countless enemies, the Death Knights not only showed no fear but also increased their charging speed.

A ghostly green light enveloped the long lances and swords of the Death Knights, and any enemy who came into contact with them was no match for them.

However, no matter how brave the Death Knights were, it was impossible for them to contend with the entire Dawn Legion with only a hundred of them.

Soon, the leading Death Knight threw several beautifully engraved Ultramarine Stones in all directions.

These Ultramarine Stones were the rewards of trade between Har City and Norton. In addition to their daily warming function, these gems were also useful in many other aspects.

Now, the Witch Demons in Purgatory City had engraved many teleportation runes on these Ultramarine Stones. The usage was simple; just infuse some magic power and throw them on the ground.

That was exactly what the Death Knights were doing now.

As the Ultramarine Stones fell to the ground like scattered flowers from a fairy, complex Magic Arrays appeared centered around them.

Soon, a large number of undead emerged from the Magic Arrays.

Unconsciously, the scale of this battle was growing larger and larger.

Because it was still daytime, many pure spirit Undead did not appear, but even so, the Dawn Legion still struggled.

They were facing high-level Undead, not the low-level ones they had faced before. And the presence of Death Knights themselves had an inspiring effect on other Undead, making their opponents even more challenging to deal with.

As the battle intensified, the ground behind the Dawn Legion suddenly began to tremble continuously.

Then, one after another, large pits appeared behind the Dawn Legion, and many soldiers who failed to react fell into them without leaving a trace.

Soon, the companions nearby heard the screams coming from below.

As for those who had accidentally fallen, not a single one of them managed to climb out.

Before others could react to the situation, more large pits appeared rapidly and at an increasing frequency, causing even larger areas of the ground to collapse.

As more soldiers from the Dawn Legion fell into the deep pits, they discovered that the cause of all this was a group of enormous, ugly Giant Beetles.

Beneath the vicinity of Purgatory City, they had dug numerous crisscrossing tunnels long ago.

In addition to the Giant Beetles, there were also many Burrowing Worms here. Whenever they pleased, they could cause the ground above to collapse anywhere, anytime.

Underground was their home turf; ordinary enemies could hardly stand a chance against them here.

Because of the masterpieces of these Giant Beetles and Burrowing Worms, the rear of the Dawn Legion had turned into chaos, and even Catalan and Mentor, who had luckily retreated here, inadvertently fell into the suddenly emerging deep pits along with their mounts.

For a moment, Catalan was dazed by the fall. When he struggled to sit up from the sand and dirt with his groggy head, a Burrowing Worm was already charging towards him with a ferocious face.

In fact, it would be easy for Catalan to kill this Burrowing Worm with his strength.

However, he seemed to have a mental breakdown for a moment, his mind going completely blank.

By the time he had come to his senses, it was already too late to draw his sword from his waist.

Just as the disgusting and sharp mouthparts of the Burrowing Worm were about to bite into his neck, a beautifully crafted longsword suddenly flew out from the side, precisely cutting off the creature’s head and saving Catalan’s life.

Catching his breath after his narrow escape, Catalan saw Mentor offering him a helping hand with a friendly smile.

The thick, disgusting liquid on Mentor’s longsword was proof that he was the one who had just saved Catalan’s life.

Gratefully nodding at Mentor, Catalan grabbed the offered hand and stood up. He then pulled out his sword and scanned his surroundings cautiously.

He soon discovered, sadly, that his beloved White Deer had become a tasty meal for the Burrowing Worms; its body and head separated, only a few bloody pieces remained.

But the current emergency situation did not allow him to grieve too much, as they were still in extreme danger.

Just as Catalan was thinking about this, the next enemy appeared before them.

It was a massive Giant Beetle. Raising its forelimbs high, it slammed them into the ground below with great force, sending rows of sharp spikes towards Catalan and Mentor at a rapid pace.

In fact, Catalan’s strength was not weak. Upon seeing the situation, he quickly chanted a spell. A green wind enveloped his magnificent sword.