An hour later, Chuck's brigade had finally eliminated all the enemy, and the warriors began to clean up the battlefield and say goodbye to their fallen comrades.

"The loss, not much. The captain looked at the report card counted by the adjutant and said to the soldiers who were watching.

"Captain, these people...... What's going on with these things?" Chuck asked, looking at the mountains of corpses piled up in front of him.

"I don't know. The captain shrugged his shoulders: "In the past few days, I have always heard from those southern refugees that there is a wave of corpses on their side, I'm afraid that's what they're talking about." ”

"Can such a little waste be called a tide of corpses?Southerners are so less daring than sesame seeds!" Chuck's comrade spat at the pile of corpses.

"But I always find it weird. Chuck muttered.

"Chuck, what do you think?" asked the captain curiously, this soldier had been with him for many years, so the captain knew him very well. He knew that this Chuck originally wanted to be a mage, but due to his limited talent, he had no choice but to start practicing his fighting spirit and became a good low-level warrior. However, his interest in magic has not diminished over the years, and he usually studies these things a lot, and sometimes the mages in the brigade may not have more magical knowledge than him. What's more, those mage grandfathers patted their butts and went back to sleep after the battle just now, and asking Chuck at this time is the best choice.

"These bodies die too easily. Chuck said, "If my guess is correct, these things are what the mages call necromantic creatures." ”

"So what?"

"Strictly speaking, a necromantic creature is not a living creature because it does not possess the most basic life cycle of a living being. They're ......," Chuck said, scratching his head, "like dead things that move." ”

"To say it is to say it in vain. The comrade-in-arms rolled his eyes.

"I mean. "Attacks that kill normal creatures, such as destroying hearts, are useless against necromantic creatures because they don't need their hearts to sustain their life cycles," Chuck said. It is said that a necromantic creature can survive for a long time even if it is cut in half by the waist. But today, these necromantic creatures do not show such terrible vitality. ”

"Guard!" the captain said to the guard, his expression became a little more solemn, and he said to the guard: "Bring some fuel at once, leave two or three corpses in this pile, and burn all the rest!"

Chuck heard the captain's order, and Chuck nodded. But he continued: "In addition to this, necromantic creatures, no, necromantic spells have another characteristic to be aware of. ”

"What are the characteristics?"

"Necromancy spells are always inseparable from the plague, and this type of spell has the same characteristics as the plague. That is, it is very infectious and transmissible. "Some necromancy spells start with a small festering wound on a person, but after a few days, that person dies of festering all over the body, and his body is even able to spread the ulceration to others," Chuck said. We also need to pay attention to this. ”

"That is to say......"

When several people present heard Chuck's words, they couldn't help but feel hairy in their hearts. But before they could fully understand, the terrible screams rang out again from inside the barracks.

Everyone rushed over when they heard the sound, only to see a few wounded people waving their weapons as if they were going crazy. And beside them, there were already several doctors in charge of treatment on the spot.

A few fighters rushed forward and took advantage of the mechanism to subdue their mad comrades, but the guys still writhed tirelessly, trying to break free.

"This ......" The captain was shocked to see his subordinates become like this.

Chuck carefully observed the crazy brothers, and his eyes instantly dimmed: "Captain, they are dead......"

"How could it be ......" the captain couldn't believe it.

But just when the captain had a hard choice, the doctors who were lying on the ground also stood up tremblingly, stretched out their bloody hands, and pounced on the other soldiers. And in the center of the camp, the pile of corpses that were about to be burned also appeared in a commotion again. The corpses, which had been motionless a moment ago, crawled up again, and some of them were legless and walked forward with their hands on the ground.

Once again, the camp was plunged into riots.

......

Two hours later, the riots finally subsided. And compared to the last battle, this time the battle losses were quite heavy. Many warriors have died at the hands of their own companions—they can't bear to do anything to their companions, and they are killed by the necromancy in a moment of hesitation. And when they die, they become new necromancy, and continue to kill their fellows, and so on.

"Half of the ...... killed" The captain took a deep breath after seeing the new casualty statistics, this is only the number of people killed on the surface, and now there are still some brothers who have been injured by those dead spirits, and it is difficult to say whether there will be any changes in the future.

"Leader...... several squadron leaders and squad leaders gathered around the captain.

"It seems that there is really something strange within the Stoke Empire. The captain muttered to himself.

In fact, as early as nearly a month ago, Regner had received rumors about the tide of deaths in the Stoke Empire, but the entire imperial top brass was skeptical, so there was not much publicity about it. And their brigade, when they were sent as the vanguard army, their main task was to explore the reality within the Stoke Empire. It's just that the march of the brigade has been so smooth in the past month that the captain himself has almost forgotten their mission - they are not competing with other brigades to see who will stand on the walls of the thousand-year-old capital first, but to investigate whether the various and bizarre rumors that have emerged from within the Stoke Empire are true.

"Report all the events of today, and at the same time, the march has been slowed down recently, and the scouts around the camp have been on guard again, and all the brothers are being informed that they must not be soft on these walking corpses, and that they will not be able to move at all until they are cut off by cutting off their heads. The captain commanded the adjutant.

"Leader......," a squad leader called again.

"Also, send a few brothers to send two or three walking corpse specimens back for the empire to study. The captain thought for a moment and then said, "There are gods in the team who believe in Pero...... Believers, if you call them to me, the light is the best way for the Hang Necromancer, maybe they can have some idea for Chuck and those two mages to come with me. ”

"Boss!" the squad leader called again.

"Lao Tzu is giving orders!" roared the captain.

"Look at the hill over there. The team leader pointed to the cliff not far from the camp.

A few people looked up, and with the help of the bright moonlight, they immediately spotted a trembling figure standing on the top of the mountain. First one, then two, three, five, ten, a hundred......

In just half a minute, countless figures had appeared on the valley around the camp, and the captain prayed that it was just a passing Stoke civilian, even if it was a Stoke Imperial soldier, at least a living person. However, their hopes were dashed when several figures fell down due to the crowding, it was a walking corpse, and even after falling from a cliff tens of meters high, it still crawled tirelessly towards the camp.

The captain came down in a cold sweat, and then, in the silent valley, the sound of hee hee suo was remembered again.

They followed the sound and looked to the south of the valley, and a walking corpse dragging a huge axe slowly appeared in their field of vision. Obviously, it's just a vanguard army. For the voice of Sisol in the valley gradually became louder and louder, and noisier, and sounded ...... It's like the sound of tens of thousands of people staggering!

Next, countless walking corpses appeared in front of the camp, their clothes ragged and their bodies rotting. Some were dressed in Stoke Imperial uniforms, some were civilian attire, some were dressed in noble runs, and even corpses in mage robes!

Zombie tide, this is the real corpse tide! There are countless corpse tides!

"Prepare for battle!! was the last cry of the captain in the valley.