Looking over the town of Paran, it was covered with black mist, lightning and thunder, and the electric light was scarlet, like a bloody blade cutting through the black curtain, which made people's hearts tremble.

The town was a dead land, no smoke, no noise, no temperature, the walking corpses shuffling through the streets, ghosts whistling through the houses, and the Bloods sipping the wine of human blood and talking.

They are Willet's loyal subordinates, active in the Scourge as mid-level commanders of the Undead Scourge.

The demons of Paran are dancing, and the high-ranking undead are feasting on this feast of soul and flesh. There is no heartbeat, but it longs for a beating heart, there is no temperature, but it longs for hot blood, and only the cold soul longs for the heat of life, then hatred, then killing, then revelry, then loneliness, and finally back to hatred again.

The so-called undead are such cursed monsters. Even if he is as strong as Heywood, he has become insane and dismissive of life in a long period of loneliness and indifference. So when Gloria and Malthus presided over the scourge of the undead, one can imagine how those high-level undead joined this feast of death.

The plague of natural disasters transforms ordinary people into undead, depriving them of their fresh life, preventing their souls from ascending to the kingdom of God, nor entering the vortex of the root to become the source, and can only suffer forever in the black and white world. Pain turned to resentment, and even without Gloria's control, the legions of the dead filled with pain and resentment began to spontaneously spread around them.

They were the most terrible plagues in the world, spreading like a mad virus around the town of Parahn, turning the surrounding area into a dead field for hundreds of miles in a short period of time.

The brutally murdered living are once again infected by the plague of natural disasters, and they stagger to their feet from the slaughter grounds.

- Why was I murdered? Why did I endure the pain? Why didn't I have the slightest warmth?

The power of resentment and death turned into a true canopy of the dead, and within the scope of the Scourge Legion, black fog shrouded all day long, red lightning pierced through the black curtain like a murder dagger, and the howls of death and pain continued all day long.

In just one day, the Scourge had grown into a 40,000-strong army of death, a terrifying force capable of sweeping through Vic County to the southwest of Dominco, while growing explosively.

"Let's not talk about three days! we can't hold on for even a day!"

When Charlotte and Claire arrive at the front, Commander Alan swings back and complains to the two in an almost desperate manner.

"I thought it would take some time for them to reach the Dosse, but not only did they arrive early, but they were twice as many as expected! Not only that, but they are not a rabble as you say, they are not afraid of death at all! You know what I mean?! They are the most terrible army in the world!"

"Of course they are not afraid of death, because they are already dead!"

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and tried to lighten the mood, but only to get a roll of Allen's eyes. Obviously, his sneering jokes didn't make the weather-beaten middle-aged man any easier.

"You're the experts! and the reinforcements Moon sent me!" Alan looked angry when he said the word 'reinforcements', "You tell me what to do?"

Charlotte really wanted to say 'wait for death', this is definitely not a joke! But considering the mood of the other side, Charlotte can only comfort her conscience.

"That's why we're here. The Master Claire by your side is also an expert in necromancy and spells, and his undead legions can help you relieve some of the stress from the flanks. As for the frozen river I saw when I ......," Charlotte remembered, "I will use the Variation spell to make the Dosse River angry and make the Scourge feel the horror of the real Scourge!"

Alan is an experienced general, and he's not that easy to fool. He glanced at the silent Claire and asked, "Then Master Claire, how many undead warriors do you have under your command?"

"Four figures. Claire's emerald green eyes faded coldly, becoming honest and sincere.

"Ahh

"A thousand. ”

"A thousand is also called a four-digit number—"

General Allen's eyes were dark, bordering on despair!

After discussing with Alan, the three of them each determined the scope of their responsibilities.

Getting out of the door, Charlotte bumped Claire with her elbow, "You're really bad." ”

"At least I'm telling the truth, but you're ......," Claire gave Charlotte a blank look, "and they're still lying as much as ever, and you and I both know that they won't last five days." ”

"Yes, but what can I do? Actually, it's not just you and I know, I think General Allen knows it too. ”

The two looked back, and Alan was standing in front of the tent looking out at the river with floating ice, he was on his sword, his eyes were deep, melancholy and determined.

As the three of them expected, just on the first day, the defense line was warned many times!

Under Charlotte's and Elle's stewardship, the glaciers of the Dosse River begin to melt, turning into a furious gesture that washes over the riverbed. If it is an ordinary army, no matter how resolute it is to order and prohibit, it must hesitate under the power of nature.

However, those high-level undead and blood mages did not counteract when they knew that someone was casting spells to cause trouble, but instead ordered the Scourge Legion, which was not afraid of death, to fill the rivers of the Dosse River with flesh and blood.

The raging Dosse River is filled by legions who are not afraid of life and death, and the dead are like man-eating ants on the march, not caring about personal survival, and are indifferent and united to the point of chilling.

After only three hours, the Dosse River, which was not a big river in the Ming River, was clogged with silted walking corpses, and a large number of swollen and purple walking corpses were soaked into rotting minced meat by the muddy river. Even so, they still stripped the carrion of their companions and struggled to the other side. But soon, zombies, ghouls, and black warriors of higher rank than them stepped on their bodies, crowded and marched towards the human barracks on the other side.

Some of the undead trampled into the clogged river in the routing minced minced meat, and the entire Dose River seemed to have turned into a swamp of minced meat, and even before the official confrontation began, the soldiers of the lighthouse were terrified by the disgusting and strange scene.

Countless necromantic bees poured towards the defensive line, not trained soldiers, but like a dense colony of churning ants.

General Allen loudly boosted morale on the shore and ordered the soldiers to stay in formation. The soldiers of the lighthouse were praying silently, or their faces were pale, or their lips were trembling and calling out for their mothers, and some of them did not dare to look at the terrible undead with teeth and claws, and closed their eyes in fear.

Alan could sense the nervousness of the soldiers, and he personally went to the front line to direct the battle, and this general was also fighting against the inhuman for the first time, and despite the pessimism and anxiety in his heart, he restrained himself with extraordinary perseverance and gave orders loudly with full of energy!

"Attention front-row spearmen - Thrust!"

Hmmm-

Like a wolf crashing into a reef, the Scourge and the Lighthouse Soldiers collided violently!