Zuckerbury,

The Archmage of the Court of Fort Vincent, during the outbreak of the Clansan War, devoted himself to chasing down Ferrola, who had disappeared in the cemetery outside Vincent.

And now, he's actually staying with the people he's hunting!

Because, at this moment, Zuckerbury is no longer the court archmage he was a few months ago, the pale complexion on his face like moonlight, and the strong necromantic aura on his body reveal his changes.

He's long dead,

In pursuit of Ferrola, he was ambushed by an elite squad of the undead, resulting in his life.

Ferrora resurrected him, erasing his memories of the undead legion's hostility and turning him into an even more powerful necromancer.

And Ferrola herself...

Zuckerbury is not lying to the dwarven prince, she was supposed to have died a long time ago, and the nobles of Fort Vincent killed her child and also killed her.

But when she came to the end of her life, her deep resentment and hatred for the world in her soul, and her final prayer according to the ancient legends of mankind brought her back to life.

Reborn in a new way of life!

Ferrola,

All the days leading up to her death were filled with tragedy.

The cup of poison given to her by the nobles of Fort Vincent ended her life and gave her a new life.

She was able to keep the memories of her life, and her hatred of the world in her heart drove her to use the memories that kept coming back to her mind to achieve her revenge.

She wants to destroy all the living in this world to make up for all the damage this world has done to her.

And, she imagined that she could do it, and with it she put it into action...

She resurrected Zuckerbury perfectly,

And that's just the first step.

Next, she will resurrect more wise undead to fight for her!

...

With Ferrora's permission, the blue fire in Zuckerbury's eyes grew stronger, and he turned his head to the more necromancers behind him, muttering very old necromancers.

When Zuckerbury finished speaking, more than a dozen necromancers looked at each other and began to dance the deadwood staff in their hands. Without a magic circle, the necromancers use their spiritual sea as a medium to directly summon the power that makes their hearts flutter.

In an instant, a stream of purple-black energy visible to the naked eye converged over the graveyard in front of the group of necromancers, corroding everything visible in the surrounding space.

Saw

The shoots that have just emerged from the soil in spring wither instantly,

The branches swaying in the cold wind turned into dead trees in a moment,

Even the earth was slowly losing its vitality under the corrosive influence of this power, turning into hard, lifeless yellow and black clumps of hard earth.

The moment this power descended, it was as if all life had come to an end...

"Click"

The earth that had been sucked into life began to crack, and the sunlight cast on the horizon was obscured by a sudden dark cloud, making the land eeriely dark.

"Click"

The speed at which the earth cracked suddenly increased, and deep in the cracks of the pale arms, many ghoul warriors and skeleton soldiers with blue fire in their eyes crawled out one after another.

These ghoul warriors didn't attack everything they could perceive like the ghouls born in the wasteland, they stood still like well-trained soldiers, waiting for their master's orders.

Corolla looked at everything in front of her with a cold gaze, and the little boy she was holding in her hand cheered at the 'magic' in front of her.

The necromancer felt the powerful power in the spiritual sea, and they all screamed excitedly... Under Zuckerbury's command, their spell lasted almost two hours!

In two hours, a fifty-mile radius around them was corrupted, and thousands of ghoul warriors were summoned from underground.

Ferrola's strange eyes looked at the countless ghoul warriors in the dark environment who were braving blue fire, with a clear look of disappointment on her face, "These warriors are simply not enough, I need more soldiers to complete my revenge." Her tone was less elegant and gentle, with a chill that tickled the bone marrow.

"My master, there is a place that can provide us with an endless supply of soldiers!" Zuckerbury bowed and looked at Ferrola with a humble face, "The battlefield of the Crane Territory can provide us with hundreds of thousands of powerful warrior souls!"

"But first... We need to take Fort Vincent. The killing intent in Ferrola's blue eyes poured out uncontrollably, and she stared in the direction of Fort Vincent to the east, "I'm going to turn it into a paradise for the dead!" She stared at Zuckerbury, "Keep the memories of those nobles in front of them, I want them to be enslaved by me forever in pain!"

"The will of the master is my will. Zuckerbury lowered his head with obvious excitement on his face.

...

On May 9th, the battlefield of Crane Territory completely entered the white heat,

At two o'clock in the afternoon the day before yesterday, the 50,000-strong army of the Principality of Twak, led by Duke Andy Barrett himself, suddenly advanced towards the eastern defense line of Crane City.

As a member of the Council of the Crane City Alliance, Duke Andy seized the authority to garrison the eastern defense line of the city, and when everyone was focused on the battlefield at the entrance to Brill Heights, he led his troops to seize Crane City, which had almost no garrisons, in one go.

The headquarters of Onglos was forced to retreat to the town of Bevil, and urgently ordered the 20,000 newly formed recruits of the alliance of the city-states of the Suk Plain to attack the southern part of the city. At the same time, the Coalition forces in the eastern part of the Selma Forest were deployed to garrison the town of Crispy, so that the coalition front that was almost collapsing was stabilized.

But only to stabilize the front...

The Confederate forces at the entrance to Brill Heights suffered heavy losses to their flank camp due to the sudden backlash of Twak's 7,000 light cavalry. To make matters worse, the Alliance forces have since lost their most important mobile forces, while the orc flank attack has become extremely brave with the help of Twak's 7,000 light cavalry.

Suddenly, the top of the Union army found out that their army at the entrance to the high ground had completely lost the ability to attack!

What's even worse is that in the eastern battlefield of the Selma Forest, after the alliance army in front of the orc west camp divided its troops, it immediately launched the most fierce offensive, turning the offensive line of the alliance army in the northern part of the grassland into a defensive line.

In just three days, the already good situation of the Union army became precarious.

And as the protagonist of this incident, Duke Andy Barrett was not idle, he refused all requests for a meeting with the Union troops, and sent heavy troops to directly storm the Union High Command in Biwest Town.

This is Andy Barrett,

Once he has made a decision to treat someone as an enemy, he will attack them with no effort until his enemy is completely gone.

The Battle of Klan Ling has been fought so far, and it is nearing the end.

It was the Union army that failed, but most of the Union member countries did not care too much!

In fact, most members of the alliance didn't care much about their war in Clan.

Like what...

The alliance of city-states in the Suk Plain was busy with infighting, and they had long wanted to end the war in Klan Territory as soon as possible, because the elven general always demanded unlimited demands on their city for the war in Klan Territory.

The war between the Principality of Suluk and the Klan Territory is even more ambiguous, and their new consul has been elected, still Corve-Rambo, and his attitude towards the elves is the same as before, hoping that the elves will suffer a defeat in the Klan Territory, which will make their prestige drop rapidly.

As for the Kingdom of Misha, werewolves and dark elves don't care about this war in the first place, and their participation in this war is just doing their duty as allies. Now that the war has become unfavorable, the top brass of its kingdom is already considering advising the elves to withdraw their troops.

Even the Supreme Commander of the Alliance Army, General Angalos, did not expect much from this war, because he had instigated this decisive battle for another purpose.

The only one who is really anxious is the ruler of the Duchy of Rigrock, Archduke Trofil-Cliff, who has been working to extend the Duchy's influence beyond the territory of Karen, and the capture of the Clann Territory is undoubtedly the best option.

For this, he gave his entire country for the war, even at the cost of groveling to the 'betrayer' led by Feld.

But Andy Barrett's sudden betrayal made it all come to naught.

The Grand Duke of Trofol, who had been in Chasterburg after the decisive battle, was almost devastated when he received the news, when he vented his anger in the castle and ordered another conscription despite the persuasion of his courtiers to finally relax.

In the rear of the Duchy of Rigrock, where the Grand Duke of Trofeld never noticed,

A terrible thing is happening...

Fort Vincent,

A symbol of friendship between dwarves and humans, a huge fortress where dwarven bunkers and human castles are intertwined.

The fortress is surrounded by human settlements and dwarven bunker buildings, forming a large urban agglomeration.

The north gate of the city, facing the majestic Modan Mountains,

The towering city wall is so dark that it is like being coated with a layer of tar because of the cold wind blowing by the mountains and snow-capped mountains all the year round, and the humid air makes the moss at the bottom of the city wall spread all the way to the top of the city wall.

Because of the current confrontation with the dwarves, the gates were not opened until ten o'clock in the morning.

The people inside and outside the city who had been waiting impatiently were crowded together at the city gate the moment the city gate was opened, and the soldiers in charge of the investigation at the city gate were impatiently reprimanded, and some went up directly with a burst of fists and kicks.

When several of the typical people who had been arrested stood up with blood on their faces, the situation of pushing each other at the city gate was improved.

An hour later, the crowd at the gates began to loosen,

A group of people wearing mage robes appeared at the gate of the city on slightly strange war horses, and the ordinary soldiers naturally did not dare to step forward to block the inspection, and the officer who was resting in the back quickly stepped forward when he saw this, and after looking at the group slightly, he said: "Gentlemen, if you want to enter the city, you must abide by our rules here. ”

"We are members of this city's mage organization. One of the middle-aged mages at the head turned his head to look at the officer, "My name is Zuckerbury, you should have heard of me." ”

"Your Excellency Zuckerbury?" the officer was stunned, looked at the other party's slightly familiar face, and said respectfully, "I'm very sorry, Your Excellency, for delaying your trip." ”

With that, he got out of the way...

Zuckerbury nodded, did not be polite to the officer, and directly took the horse and led the group towards the interior of the city.

"My lord, they..."The officer's deputy couldn't help but say, "There is a strange aura on them... It's like a dead man on the battlefield!"

The officer frowned and nodded, he naturally sensed that something was wrong with this pedestrian, but he would not forget Zuckerbury's countenance, and he could only attribute it to the mystery of the magician.

"Even if it's weird, it's not something you and I can explore. The officer spoke with a warning.

...

The main hall of the Château Vincent,

Sir Ang Eyre, the castle governor, and a lieutenant named Alvin Abbott receive Zuckerbury, who has been missing for a long time.

"I thought you were swallowed by a ghoul. ”

Baron Alvin Abbott, as Zuckerbury's personal friend, naturally made a little joke. As the vice-lord of Vincent City, he has the boldness he learned from the dwarves, and in his forties, he has the same beard as the dwarves, and he is used to speaking loudly.

The Governor, Aar, who was also in his forties, with a neatly trimmed short beard on his face and burgundy hair, greeted Zuckerbury with a formulaic smile when he saw him, "Welcome back, Lord Zuckerbury, Viscount Perlux often sends letters from the front to inquire about your whereabouts... And now, I can finally give the Viscount a letter. ”

As the castle steward spoke, Alvin Abbott had already stepped forward to hug his friend, and the smell of leather and a faint smell of nausea immediately entered his nostrils, causing him to frown and subconsciously say, "Hey, old man, you smell of dead people on you, how long have you not taken a bath." ”

"I'm sorry, my friend. Zuckerbury's voice was cold, but with a deep helplessness, like a person's last words before the temporary.

"Why apologize?" Alvin Abbott let go of Zuckerbury and took two steps back, looking at his friend with obvious doubt in his eyes.

"You were right, I was almost swallowed by a ghoul. Zuckerbury's eyes moved uncontrollably as he spoke, and soon there was a faint blue glow, "But someone has resurrected me." ”

"What?"

"Poof" Baron Alvin-Abbott asked, only to feel a heart-piercing pain in his chest, and when he lowered his head, he saw a pitch-black dagger piercing his chest, and the other end of the dagger was the miserable white hand of his friend Zachleeber.

"I'm so sorry, my friend. Zuckerbury's blue eyes gleaned as he stared at his former friend.

"You—" Alvin tried to say something, but the gushing blood choked his throat, and crimson blood spurted out of his mouth and spat all over Zuckerbury's face.

"You're in—" The castle steward, who was less than two meters away from the two of them, immediately noticed that something was wrong, but before he could make any sound, he felt his throat suddenly become very dry, so dry that he couldn't even say a word.

When he subconsciously wanted to ask the guards at the side door for help, he found that all the guards around him had turned into corpses. He wanted to raise his feet and run away in the direction of the side door of the main hall, but his feet couldn't be lifted at all at this moment as if they were entangled in something, but he subconsciously lowered his head to see that a strange black hand was wrapped between his legs!

"Why?" Alvin Abbo asked, grasping his friendly, cold hands and using the last of his strength.

"Because I'm already a dead man!" Zuckerbury replied, looking into the other man's colorless eyes.