The head of Fort Dosse has now passed ten days since Charlotte and Claire went north.

In the past few days, the Scourge Legion has been attacking incessantly, and they are divided into three parts under the control of high-level necromancers. The main force attacked the city walls day and night, and the other two were responsible for making simple engineering equipment and spreading death and expanding the army north of Fort Dosse.

Again, the indefatigable and fearless nature of the Scourge puts a lot of pressure on Zenas. If the human legion had adopted this tactic of not placing any reserves, it is estimated that Zenas would have seized the flaws in the opponent's physical strength and morale and counterattacked the city in one fell swoop.

But alas, the opponent is not human. They are dead spirits that do not get tired, they don't fear, they don't get bored, and if there's anything that can rekindle the passion in their cold and empty hearts, it's to spread death and fear, and to bring the living into the realm of death.

They are transformed into ugly and undead monsters by the scourge of the undead, and they begin to hate all things, and to give the same suffering to those who have living life.

Zenas stood exhausted from the towers of Fort Dosse, looking at the undead beneath the city that were as dense as an ant's nest.

They are really like ants, and in the army of the undead, the concept of the individual seems to have been replaced by the collective, not that they cooperate very well, but that they are not afraid to die for the same goal. Like ant colonies, they can sacrifice the lives of countless of their fellow citizens for the simple goal of being able to cross a river.

As far as the army is concerned, even if there is no formation and tacit understanding, this belief of all people is too terrible!

Zenas was calculating the forces he still had at his disposal, all the mobile forces had arrived at Fort Dosse two days earlier, and the remaining forces that had decided to support him had to maintain order on the ground and must not be easily mobilized. In other words, now he can only rely on the army in Fort Dosse to fight the ever-expanding Scourge army.

In order to give the soldiers enough time to rest, he divided the soldiers into eight parts, six of which rotated and two of which were reserved. But now, only five of the eight detachments remained, and the large number of casualties forced Zenas to disrupt the original configuration, otherwise the heavily attritional detachment would never be able to hold the crumbling walls.

The most desperate thing is not that, the real horror is that if the dead bodies are not disposed of in time, those brave soldiers who died on the battlefield will soon be transformed into immortals by the plague of natural disasters. They were all trained soldiers, and with some of their fighting skills retained, they became fearsome necromantic warriors, wielding butcher knives at their former colleagues under the coercion of the Scourge Legion.

This blow is the most deadly for Zenas's men.

Think about it, the brothers of life and death who fought side by side with him the day before became indifferent and cruel immortals the next day. They will no longer shelter you, they will no longer call you 'brother', they will only scream and wave their weapons in their hands, bringing you death and pain. What an unbearable purgatory for the soldiers who trusted their comrades.

How long can I hold out?When will the plague of natural disasters south of Dosseburg break out completely?Does what I am doing now really make sense?Or is my decision just to send these colleagues who trust me to hell?

In the face of huge casualties, low morale, and crumbling walls, even a resolute personality like Zenas could not help but waver in faith.

He saw the undead legion climb the ladder up the wall again, their eyes blazing, and they swung their butcher knives at the exhausted lighthouse soldiers. The soldiers held their leather shields and pulled the hooks to push the ladder down, but the fighting for days had consumed a lot of their physical strength and energy, and they were already weak and gradually unable to do anything.

The undead took the opportunity to rush up from the ladder, and a scene like reincarnation played out on the city wall again. The large number of undead in the front row who were knocked down by the lighthouse soldiers with tacit skills and tactics did not have any impact on the morale of the Scourge Legion, and the undead who were not afraid of death took their numerical advantage to the extreme like ants, and the formation of the Lighthouse Soldiers was disrupted, not only could they not push down the ladder, but they were also broken by the Scourge Legion.

The blood on the city wall flowed like a river, shouting and killing, roaring, wailing fluttered over Dosseburg, the blood flowed down the stone cracks of the city wall into a stream, the original yellow-white city wall has become a dark red color, the thick smell of blood lasted for a long time, and the crows in the sky were stimulated to cry in the sky.

The voice of a man, the voice of a monster, the voice of a scavenger was the melody of the battlefield, and Zenas's eyes were red with the same sound, and he pulled the herald beside him and asked.

"What about the mages?!Why don't they cast spells to fight back!"

"Sorry, sorry, Legionnaire. The mage's pool of magic energy had dried up in the last round of defense, and they had to recover for more than four hours before they could engage in combat. ”

"Damn!" Zenas cursed in annoyance, ignoring his weakness as he raised his sword and planned to go into battle himself.

"Zenas, you need to rest!" Nick persuaded from the sidelines.

"There's no room for that anymore!"

As he spoke, he was about to walk down the tower, when he saw the Scourge Legion, which had been attacking in full swing, suddenly attacked. Zenas could see the problem at a glance, there was a gap in the Scourge Legion's offensive, they no longer climbed the walls, and I don't know what they thought, they actually gave up the great advantage in front of them.

Zenas looked into the distance, noticing a faint commotion behind the Scourge Legion's endless formation. He was surprised and puzzled in his heart, and hurriedly shouted to Judson not far away.

"Judson! help me see what's wrong there!"

Judson shook his hand back in understanding, and in a few clicks he climbed to the top of the tower's spire. Using the enchanted items in his hand, Judson easily observed the situation in the distance. He was so overjoyed that he didn't even have time to return to the inside of the tower, and shouted as he hung upside down with his feet hooked on the cornice.

"Great! Zenas! It's reinforcements! That slow Elbert has finally brought back that even more unreliable noble reinforcements!"

Hearing the arrival of reinforcements, the officers in the tower cheered and smiled! In the face of the Scourge legion composed of the undead, even the former enemy Elbert was now so cute in their eyes!

The nobles led by Elbert attacked from the rear of the Scourge Legion, causing great confusion to the enemy. It was because of their sudden attack that the continuous offensive of the Scourge Corps came to a halt in chaos, and won a rare opportunity for the lighthouse to recuperate.

Soldiers enjoyed the rare calm, bandaging wounds and replenishing their strength, while the logistics troops took the opportunity to burn corpses and clean up the battlefield.

But Zenas could not rest, and it was not long before Moon received a messenger sent by Elbert.

"We have recaptured Fort Mig as a stronghold, but Fort MiG is not a military fortress, and we need your assistance, Mr. Zenas. His Majesty Elbert asks for your support with our food and fortifications. ”

"What!?" Judson couldn't help but exclaim, "You took our castle and asked us for food and equipment!

The messenger glanced at him, but ignored him.

Zenas took a deep breath, and although he was unhappy, he could only swallow his anger at this time, "I understand, I will support as appropriate, but I also ask Mr. Elbert to help us share the pressure on the flanks." ”

"Of course, that's what Your Majesty is here for, we have a common enemy, aren't we?" the messenger smirked.

Zenas was not involved in the ensuing negotiations for support, and he gave full authority to Moon.

Walking out of the conference room, Zenas looked at the sky overheading the black clouds and enjoyed this rare calm.

"Charlotte, Claire, I'll leave the rest to you......"

"It's been so many days, what if they escape?" said the untimely voice from a broken-mouthed Judson, who didn't attend the meeting.

Zenas glared at him and scolded impatiently as he did on the water, "Shut up!"