How could three people possibly achieve victory?
First, the enemy must be strong. Zombies, these miscellaneous soldiers, though armed with a variety of weapons,
but according to the thinking of people in this era, those zombies wielding rotten great swords are clearly stronger than the others.
Just as Ning Cuo was still pondering this,
Tore suddenly pulled on the reins, stopping his charge.
Jeanne was also alert and followed suit.
The warhorse under Ning Cuo also stopped, its restless hooves tapping lightly on the grass.
Its nostrils flared, and the breath it exhaled carried an uneasy scent.
Tore dismounted first, drawing the great sword that had been on his back.
Jeanne and Ning Cuo followed suit.
They dismounted from their horses, without asking any unnecessary questions.
Tore was a seasoned veteran, his experience far surpassing that of the two fledgling recruits.
Of course, Tore's reasoning was simple.
He had keenly noticed that the warhorse beneath him had begun to fear even before they were close.
Such a factor should be eliminated immediately. What if the horse faltered, getting bogged down in the zombie horde?
Tore wouldn't care much, but his knightly spirit wouldn't allow him to let his lord fall into danger.
"Tore, don't worry."
Ning Cuo lowered his voice.
"Our target is that..."
At the very back of the zombie horde, there were four or five wielding double-handed great swords, their armor noticeably more luxurious than the other zombies.
It was obvious that their strength was not to be underestimated.
And Ning Cuo's expression turned serious, because he actually saw the symbol of "Saber" shining brightly above their heads.
He glanced at Jeanne, who clearly couldn't see this kind of thing.
If you were to talk about Sabers, the most famous would be the Saber of the King of Knights.
But now he was in a real-world Roman setting, and suddenly this kind of game data name appeared.
It couldn't help but make Ning Cuo feel a little uneasy.
The Saber Great Sword Zombies in FGO could lower the single-target attack and defense of the enemy, and they could also inflict poison damage.
Although it only lasted a few rounds in the game, if it were applied to reality.
If you contracted the bizarre zombie poison, with the current medical conditions in Rome, you might as well be sentenced to death.
Just thinking about it made Ning Cuo's heart tremble.
He wondered if the drugs he had exchanged in the system could dispel these zombie viruses.
But then he thought about the reward Nero had promised and the Papal Scepter in the system's mission.
He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.
He followed behind Tore, ready to deal with any unforeseen circumstances.
Unlike the nervous Ning Cuo and Jeanne,
Tore looked like a seasoned veteran of the battlefield.
He held his giant sword in one hand, while the other held the scabbard from his back.
He surveyed the surroundings.
Nero's discriminations had attracted the attention of a large number of zombies.
The Great Sword Zombies, however, remained unhurried, swaying from side to side as they moved forward.
Quickly analyzing the situation around them, he gestured to the two behind him.
They stealthily moved to the forest behind them.
Ning Cuo had just taken his position,
when he saw the zombies wielding great swords struggling to break free from their weapons.
The blades, wrapped in a greenish glow, looked eerie in the sunlight.
Their heads would occasionally lift, looking left and right, seemingly wary of the surrounding environment.
"Lord Ning Cuo, there are four enemies here. I'll go and attract attention. You find an opportunity to use your short spear to strike, aim for their neck or head."
Tore explained the situation to Ning Cuo in a muffled voice.
But just then.
The Great Sword Zombies not far away seemed to be attracted as well.
They turned their heads toward this small forest, and their pace quickened.
Seeing the situation was unfavorable,
Tore roared, swung his giant sword in a circle, and charged forward.
He was drawing attention for Ning Cuo and the other two.
"Ah! Roar!"
Tore, charging forward with his giant sword, seemed exceptionally fierce. He batted away the nearby ordinary zombies serving as fodder with a couple of blows.
He raised his double-handed sword above his head, his biceps instantly bulged with force.
He continued to roar.
He had essentially attracted the attention of all the zombies in this area, focusing them all on him.
The moment the Great Sword Zombies were attracted.
Ning Cuo took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm.
His prestige points began to be consumed. Under the system's empowerment, Ning Cuo felt everything around him slow down.
Is this what the world feels like for a "Hero"?
He could clearly see the weak spots on those Great Sword Zombies.
At the same time, he could constantly simulate the best attack routes in his mind.
Tore's words echoed in Ning Cuo's mind.
A one-hit kill, either the neck or the head.
He tightened his grip on the short spear, watching the zombie raise its sword in preparation to strike.
Ning Cuo flipped, using the force of momentum to raise his spear.
At this moment, he could clearly see everything around him, as if from a god's perspective, even if it was behind him, even if it was far away.
Ning Cuo's eyes could also clearly capture.
The target was clear, as if it had been automatically navigated, the enemy was clearly marked.
Only those Great Sword Zombies remained, each with their own distinct form.
The surging adrenaline brought endless courage, the prestige points being consumed every second constantly strengthening his body.
He drew back like a fully drawn bow, tightened his grip on the short spear, and threw it with force.
Nero, who was observing the battlefield from the camp, had his pupils contract instantly, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword involuntarily tightened its grip.
The short spear, made of ordinary material, was like a shooting star piercing through the battlefield, only its sound could be heard, but its shadow could not be seen.
It echoed throughout the battlefield.
By the time he reacted, there was only the dull sound of metal piercing bone.
"Roar!"
The four Great Sword Zombies, who had been coordinating with each other, were instantly reduced to half.
But even for the remaining two, the short spear was still embedded in their bodies, slowing their movements.
They turned their heads to look at the area where Ning Cuo was.
They roared and rushed towards him.
Wearing armor and wielding great swords, they ran as if they were a runaway warhorse.
They roared, wanting to destroy everything in front of them.
"Lord Ning Cuo, watch out!"
Jeanne rushed out, holding her shield, the shield encased in steel, was stuck in the ground.
She also thrust out the spear in her hand.
Ning Cuo quickly reacted, holding his own spear, running in the opposite direction.
Their target was him, staying in place would only harm Jeanne.
Tore, however, was like a crazed beast, his eyes bloodshot, seeing his lord in danger.
He swung his giant sword even faster, constantly knocking away the zombies surrounding him.
The Great Sword Zombie, clearly wounded and frenzied, did not hesitate for a moment.
It chased after Ning Cuo, its eyes fixed on him.
But it also exposed its vulnerable spots to Tore and Jeanne.
Even Jeanne wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity.
The moment Ning Cuo pulled away, Jeanne decisively abandoned her shield, grabbed the spear with both hands, and thrust it out.
She successfully pierced the Great Sword Zombie's chest from the side.
Tore was even smarter, even though he was incredibly anxious, he knew how to make a one-hit kill.
Seeing that one of the Great Sword Zombies had been slowed down by Jeanne, he immediately threw his giant sword.
In the blink of an eye, he smashed the zombie's head to pieces.
Blood splattered everywhere, making Jeanne, who hadn't dodged in time, look disheveled.
But no one paid attention to that, not even Jeanne.
Tore, having lost his weapon, could only rely on his armor to charge out of the encirclement.
Ning Cuo was still being pursued by another Great Sword Zombie.
Fortunately, this successful teamwork had greatly eased the pressure on Ning Cuo.