1218 in the continental calendar, August 2, six o'clock in the morning.

The sky over the Yekjar military port was not as blue as yesterday, and after the rain that had been falling non-stop in the middle of the night, there was still no intention of stopping, making the sky over the entire military port become depressing and gray.

However, under the military order, it is not possible to make any changes of any nature due to weather conditions. Fortunately, the military port has a large number of cloaks in stock due to the changing weather of the coastline, so that the soldiers will not brave the rain to move forward.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the vanguard led by General Nemero came the news that 'everything is normal'.

Soon, the army marched to the sound of military orders and horns.

Five hours later, the vanguard was attacked by a large number of water spirits near a watering hole on the plains, and after half an hour of fighting, all the water ghosts were wiped out, and the puddle that formed the water ghosts was burned by a large amount of black oil summoned by the magician.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the vanguard was once again met by the undead legion, this time with a large number of ghouls, accompanied by a small number of infected people. General Nemero calmly commanded the post and led the army of ghouls into an abandoned village, where a fire burned them to the ground.

As General Nemero was about to move on, the scouts sent out brought back bad news: the undead roaming the nearby area were converging at a location.

Just as General Nemero was hesitating to find a way to eliminate the assembled undead legion, the scout brought back more detailed information: the undead had gathered in an abandoned village in the middle of the official road in the southern part of the Grace Quarry, and there were more than 10,000 of them.

After a brief period of thought, General Nemeiro ordered the troops to be repaired on the spot.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the follow-up main force and the vanguard army who received the news met and were in one place, and Major General Buck, as the temporary commander, organized a simple pre-war meeting of the people and gave the order to attack.

The battle was unexpectedly difficult, and after an hour of fighting on the open road, Buck ordered the use of the already small stock of goblin explosives to barely wipe out the undead army before five o'clock.

Looking at the corpses of the undead creatures burned by the fire, Buck frowned and said, "This is different from the information shared by the military department, these ghouls are much more difficult to deal with than those led by Herion. ”

"I've seen your reports on your battles in Herien. Nemero immediately said, "All I can say is that the necromancer leader of the Heron Command does not know how to command the undead in battle, while our opponents know very well how to command these monsters... The reason why the ghouls in front of us are stronger than ordinary ghouls is because of the two necromancers we killed just now. ”

"I didn't pay much attention. Buck shook his head, he had been in charge of the overall battlefield just now, and he couldn't notice a certain undead person at all. Immediately afterward, Buck asked, puzzled, "But aren't necromancers the ruling class of the Undead Legion? ”

"You should read the information we provide carefully, not all necromancers are the ruling class..."Nemero was silent for a few seconds before he organized his words, "Just like within your kingdom, only a small number of nobles can become decision-makers. ”

"And, according to Muvet-Fyler's archives, this man is particularly adept at the spells of soul memory, which means that he can resurrect necromancers loyal to him in batches in the same way that he creates infected. Nemeiro frowned, a serious expression on his handsome face, "If that's the case, it's a bit of trouble." ”

"I'm going to have to report this information right away. Buck is also aware of the seriousness of the problem.

...

While the Yakjar Navy was advancing towards the Grace Quarry, the coalition headquarters in Iruk City was also worried about the news.

To be precise, it is a magic photo, the content of the photo is like a scene from a mythological story when describing hell, and if it weren't for Minnie Vatu, the head of MI2 of the Principality of Suluk, who repeatedly assured the authenticity of the photo, everyone who saw this photo would have subconsciously doubted it.

In the photo, the gloomy sky is shrouded in a faint layer of blood-colored confusion, and the vast land is covered with flowing blood, and the blood is full of unknown monsters flowing like yellow sand in the desert. It was an indescribable monster, their appearance without any order, they waved their asymmetrical limbs, and their bloody mouths were covered in sarcomas.

In a word, these creatures look like they want to be cut up and put together!

Moreover, it's still a living piece of meat!

At the end of these 'pieces of flesh' is a tall blood-red castle that can cover the sky, surrounded by all kinds of undead creatures, densely packed with terrifying and disgusting looks.

"In less than three months, this undead army has built such a huge death fortress?" Bowenley's face was a little ugly, and he looked at the king of the Principality of Suluk, Marshal Tra Rensko, "Now we have to re-estimate the upcoming war. ”

"Obviously, while we are calculating the undead legion, the ruler of this undead legion is also calculating us!" "Mage Tower Director Botherim took a deep breath, "We want to destroy this undead legion, and our opponents naturally want to defeat us in exchange for more living space... The commander of this legion was smart, he had the strength to take the city of Iruk a long time ago, but he didn't do it. ”

"He's waiting for us to get out of town?" said Fipert-Bob in disbelief.

"Quite possibly. Bowenley nodded, "Think about what has happened in the last two months, he has pushed you to the brink of extinction, but he has kept the city... Though he was jealous of our garrison and the Mage Tower in the east, but—" He shook his head and didn't continue.

Tra Rensko took a deep breath, "But, now we have no other way but to attack hard, but fortunately we were able to see this picture in advance." ”

"We paid a huge price for this. Minnie Wattu interjected.

"It's all worth it!" Cove-Rambo mused, "According to MI2 intelligence...", he pushed away the staff officer who was fiddling with the map, snatched the information from the staff officer, and said: "There are nearly 100,000 undead legions outside our western city gate, including high-level iron guards, war behemoths, etc. ”

"The power in our hands is almost equal to that of the non-troupe. Cove-Rambo fiddled with the map with both hands, marking the deployment of the two sides on the map in a short interval of speech, and he pointed to the undead army outside the west gate, "This is just the frontline force of the undead army... What we are about to fight is a difficult war, and perhaps a protracted war. ”

"But Your Majesty hopes that we will be able to settle this war within a month!" said Sir Bowenlet, shaking his head.

"The troops of the Yekjel military port have already departed, and now is not the time to hesitate. Botelem of the Mage Tower reminded, "If General Barker's coalition advances well, they will arrive at the Grace Quarry tonight... Tomorrow they will continue to advance into the interior of the Iruk Territory. ”

"I propose to have the Navy stop advancing immediately. Tra Rensco said: "This undead legion can obviously support three fronts of combat at the same time, and there will be no problems in a short period of time, if the navy continues to advance, it is very likely to be blocked by the main force of the undead legion..."

"Isn't that right?" Feepert-Bob interrupted Marshal Tra, "isn't the purpose of using the navy to contain the undead legions on the flanks, and wouldn't it be more beneficial for the undead legions to divide their forces to meet them?"

"No!" Botelem immediately objected: "All the navy can do is to respond, and it cannot support a war zone on its own." He looked at Tra Rensko, "I agree with His Excellency Tra that the naval forces should be ordered to halt their advance at once, but that does not mean that they have nothing to do—" he said, pointing to the Grace Stone on the map:

"The location of the Grace Quarry is good, and it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, we can build a stronghold here that extends to all sides, sweep the undead legions in this area in turn, search for the altars that may exist in the southern region of the El Luk Realm, and destroy them, so as to open up the connection between the city and the port, and even... It is also an opportunity to open up an official road connecting the city to the port. ”

"It's a good idea, but it's hard to implement. Cove-Rambo shook his head, then nodded again and said, "But you can give it a try, after all, anything can happen once the war starts." ”

"Is there any news coming from the direction of Tyre?" Bowenright didn't make the decision in the first place.

"The coalition of city-states refused to talk to us. Tra Rensco shook her head, "The elves are negotiating with them. ”

"Didn't they negotiate a month ago?" Bowenwright frowned, "what do they want?"

"What else? Control of Tyre, of course. Cove-Rambo shrugged, "We've all agreed to this condition, but they have internal conflicts about it. ”

"Maybe our attitude is too gentle. Bowenright took a deep breath, "The outcome of the war on the side of Tyre is crucial to the whole war...", he looked around, "Give Major General Buck an order to set up a fortified camp at the Grace Quarry... Also, gather my army and attack the undead army outside the city early tomorrow morning. ”

"Wait!" Chadric Rensko, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke, "Didn't you ever doubt this information?"

"What do you mean?" asked Minnie Vatu, snapped.

"I don't have any doubts about you, Director Minnie. Chadric Renciko immediately explained, "I mean, is it possible that our enemies are deliberately trying to confuse us?"

Chadric Renscoe has been dealing with intelligence and reports for many years, and has his own set of methods of analysis for intelligence, and he met everyone's eyes and said unhurriedly: "For the past three months, we have been trying to find a way to find out the information of this undead army in the hands of Muvet Phil, but all of them have failed without exception. ”

"Why is it that at this time, our agents not only probed the distribution of the undead legion outside the city, but even went deep into it to see their lair!" Chadric spread his hands, "Don't you think this is too much of a coincidence?"

Bowenright understood what he meant, and he asked, "Are you saying that Muvet-Feller is confusing us and keeping us from continuing with our previous plans in order to relieve the pressure on his southern defenses?"

"Yes, but that's just my personal opinion. Chadrik replied cautiously.

"It's entirely possible!" Marshal Tra frowned, "but even so, we don't dare to act rashly now. ”

"I have a solution, but it's a bit of a problem. "Actually, we can calculate the strength of this undead legion based on the information provided by the elves, and based on the proportion of resources in the western region of Iruk City before the war... But only if the data is accurate. ”

"If we just count the population of the western part of Iruk's territory, we might be able to find out. Fipert-Bob immediately said, "But the resources of the undead legion to create monsters are not just ordered life, all living creatures are the objects of their prey, including the incalculable primeval jungles of the Ronice Mountains... Life!"

"Hearing you say that, I can't help but break out in a cold sweat behind my back. Botlem said in a half-joking tone, but a cold sweat really broke out behind his back as soon as he finished speaking

"Do as I have just ordered!" "Bowenwright did not hesitate any longer, "I must report the details of this place to Your Majesty." "I want you to remember that it's no joke that our army is gathering here, and even if our opponent is a real army of hell, we won't hesitate to charge." ”

...

Karon City,

After the turmoil of the past three months, the bloody city has briefly regained some order... At the very least, the mutual attack will not happen again.

In the underground castle of Châtead Eli, the Banshee Ferrola, who had been sleeping for nearly a month, summoned her servants in the city.

In the wet hall, Ferrora ordered people to fill the magic lamp, illuminating the originally dim hall, which made the necromancer who was used to it very unaccustomed.

On the cold Iron Throne, Ferrora leaned lazily on the armrest and said, "Very good, I feel that your soul power has increased a lot. ”

"All this is more than your Majesty's gift. Zuckerbury instinctively complimented, and the other necromancers and undead generals all bowed their heads respectfully except Bradidley standing beside Ferrola to highlight Ferrola's honorable status.

"I'm just giving you new life. Ferrora chuckled, "I'm not against devouring each other, after all, it's the survival instinct of our people, but you... But no. She stood up and stretched out her hand, her fingers shifting in a strange way...

In an instant, mysterious runes formed as her fingers changed.