Chapter 10: The Dead Are Coming

Feng Xue smiled bitterly and exited the post.

The Elven Empire, adjacent to the Human Empire, but not bordered by the Rose Territory, which is bordered by the Clover Territory of the Human Empire and the Choucid Territory of the Orc Empire.

One is the territory of the Marquis of Clover, who also stood in the wrong line, and the other is the territory of the orc civet clan, but the orcs don't seem to have any mistakes in siding, and the territory is only here because the ancestral spirit of this branch of the civet clan is here.

The border of the elves is far away from here, but the demons have never planned to send troops, as long as one party launches, then the other demons will definitely not wait. Even if their military strength is not enough, they will march rashly, when the devil clan and the demon clan fought bloodily, they often sent the devil to disguise themselves as demons to take the lead in the war, and then the demon clan would be eager to kill out of their hometown because someone took the lead, if it weren't for the fact that the number of the demon clan was far superior to the devil, this group of brainless chaotic residents would have been wiped out long ago.

It turned out that Feng Xue was right, and the next morning, the shaking of the earth woke up the sleeping soldiers, and then, the mournful trombone sounded, which was a sign of an enemy attack.

Although it is often said that the tide of the undead, no matter how you describe it, it is not as good as the shock of seeing the overwhelming army of bones, the earth shook because of the march of the dead, the creaking and screeching sound resounded through the sky, and the cursed fire burning in the skull (the skull of the normal undead is the soul fire, but the undead in the cursed land have no soul, they are cursed spirits born because of the curse of the god of death) are constantly vibrating, they are the cursed dead, and the inhabitants of any order are their mortal enemies.

It is sad to be born in the human empire, because it does not cherish every tribe like the dragons, nor does it have powerful technology like the dwarven goblins, nor does it have leaders who value life like the elves, it is not like the winged people who can suppress it in the air, unlike the sea tribe that does not border the cursed land at all, unlike the lich and devil who can dominate the undead, and not like the zerg who have inexhaustible cannon fodder, they do not have the immortal body of the blood clan, nor like the orcs who take pleasure in war, they can only face the battle with flesh and blood.

The dark politics peculiar to the Western race make the tragedies even more tragic, and these soldiers, who were already regarded as outcasts, have long been numb.

Feng Xue stood on the tower of the fortress city, looking down at the skeleton at his feet.

These skeletons were once the heroes of the Hundred Races, and their souls have long since disappeared after they died in the Cursed Land, but their corpses have risen under the curse of death and waved their weapons at their former compatriots.

But this is thankful, after all, there are no souls, they are only mortal, even if the body is strong, they can't exert any power, and the undead can't fly, which is really good.

Feng Xue glanced at it, and probably had the confidence in his psychology, in this army of the undead, there were at least four thousand skeleton torches, although there were still some who did not know where to go, they must have either been killed by mistake or entered the command of other demons, after all, demons don't pay attention to rules at all, and it is common to cross the line.

However, this is far from enough, hundreds of millions of undead are not something that can be done by a few thousand torches, Feng Xue needs them to form an amplification formation, which will take time.

"Trebuchets ready!" With Feng Xue's order, dozens of trebuchets were erected on the city wall.

Luckily, the border between the Rose Territory and the Cursed Lands isn't that long. (The Cursed Lands is located in the center of the continent, surrounded by various irregular territories, and the Federation of Order has set up a ring of high-walled fortresses around the borders of the Cursed Lands, but these fortresses are divided into different lords according to their territories, and it is really impossible to imagine looking at the color palette)

A large number of exploding boulders are projected, these are the products of goblin engineering, the ammunition that looks like a boulder is actually a huge bomb, and after opening the safe, it will explode as long as it is violently impacted, and the power is comparable to the fireball magic of a transcendent magician, and the cost is less than one-tenth of the cost of the transcendental fireball scroll. Don't underestimate this fireball technique, the output of the superhuman fireball technique can already surpass the individual bazooka on the earth.

Such an area attack will naturally affect Feng Xue's Skeleton Torch as well, but the chance of hitting a few thousand small skeletons among hundreds of millions of skeletons should not be too low! What's more, Feng Xue can succeed as long as the number of Skeleton Torches is three-quarters left.

Explosions are constantly produced in the skeleton army, once there is a vacancy, there will be a large number of small skeletons to fill it, this is a long war of attrition, according to the practice of previous years, this kind of shelling must be maintained for at least half a day, as the skeletons continue to fill, Feng Xue's skeleton torch is also slowly moving towards the predetermined position.

Three hours have passed, and the soldiers operating the trebuchet have changed several batches, and the blasting boulders have already exceeded 10,000, and the skeletons turned into ashes in this artillery fire have exceeded a million, but this is still a drop in the bucket for the entire skeleton army.

"The slingers rest, the summoners are out!" Feng Xue gave an order, five or six middle-aged and elderly people wearing legal robes appeared in the city, they were all civilians, forty or fifty years old, still stuck in the ordinary level, and the ordinary level could not improve their lifespan, for them, this is already the limit of this life, such an age, such a level, any mainland nobles are not looking down, that is to say, they can't find a good job, in order to leave a fund for their children and grandchildren to further their studies (that is, the tuition fee to become a combat professional), they came here voluntarily, although as a foreign aid does not necessarily die, but this attitude to survival is also sad。

Feng Xue took the lead, ten big wild boars appeared under the city wall, not the big boar king, just the big wild boar with miscellaneous fish, but don't underestimate them, if you ask a senior monster hunter player, who is the most disgusting monster in the game, the big wild boar will definitely be among them, countless people have walked through the wind and waves, and they can rely on the coquettish position to play all kinds of ancient dragons, but they are often hit by the big wild boar, and the big wild boar that rushes in, no one can stop it! The title of the autumn name mountain boar god is not in vain, although the pig god is talking about the big wild boar king.

Ignoring the stunned minds of the old summoners, ten big wild boars rushed into the skeleton army, and countless skeleton armies couldn't stop the wild boars' charge! Although the big wild boars couldn't directly defeat the undead, Feng Xue didn't expect them to make contributions, all he wanted was a riot, so that he could manipulate the skeleton torch to go to the designated location of the riot.

However, no skeleton soldiers died as a result, but they could no longer stand up, because the "compatriots" behind them would not have the slightest mercy, and in such an environment, once they fell, they could only be trampled into bone meal by the white bones that followed.

The sight of ten wild boars in a mess of the army was shattered, and everyone on the city wall was dumbfounded.

"Is this a boar or a cavalry!" said the heroic master who was standing not far away and observing the battlefield to his companions.

"I don't know, it was supposed to be an epic, but this year I sent two of our heroes over, and I don't know what the top thinks, do they think that just ten martial arts-level wild boars can block hundreds of millions of skeletons? Even ten transcendental-level imperial champion knights can't do it, right?" Another hero-level scratched his head, to be honest, let alone ten champion knights, even a hundred can't play 100 million ordinary-level skeleton soldiers!

"I think the boss wants to kill this kid, the Blue Rose clan has no descendants, if he dies, the empire will be able to have one more earldom, I heard that the two sons of the military boss are still just viscounts......" (Note: What is said here is that the title is not a territory, Feng Xue's parents died and no one looked for trouble because the family still had descendants, and the code of the hundred clans explicitly protected the rights and interests of the descendants of the nobles, coupled with the rise of the Internet age, no one can kill a nobleman without leaving a head. In this way, if you want to seize the title, you must inherit the name of the territory and the Rose family, which means that you must replace Feng Xue to guard the border where the bird does not, but Feng Xue has no descendants, and his death means the demise of the family, according to the laws of the Western human race, the territory and title will be returned to the country after the death of the nobles, so that the empire will have one more earl, which has nothing to do with the territory, the empire can reward the earl additionally, and it can also use this waste land to replace the territory of an unlucky noble)

"Shut up! This is not something we can discuss, you and I are just barons, don't think about the things above, this kid seems a little strange, don't forget that he is an Oriental race......!

"It's only troublesome to have a backhand, do you think the empire will revive a family that has been rejected by him for a hundred years? But probably we are too careful, if there is a backhand, his parents would have used it a long time ago......"

"Forget it, we're both spectators, and thanks to the group of guys from the Ministry of Finance who only have money in their eyes, they actually agreed to the goblin's national network plan, and now even civilians have a life record, everyone is going to die, and the picture of the moment of death will be transmitted to the magic net through the spirit body, even if the top wants to kill that kid through the tide of the undead, hehe......"

If it weren't for the goblins who first preached it among the people, saying that no one would die with this thing, and only reported it after everyone knew about it (see Article 9 of the Code of the Hundred Clans for details), the ghosts would have passed! Anyway, we are both small nobles, and this matter has nothing to do with us, but the rich second generation should not be happy, after all, even robbing a folk girl will be exposed, haha......"

"Alright, that kid has a new move, no! Look at the undead!"