A skeleton squeezed through the crack in the old iron gate and was quickly killed by the soldiers guarding the door, but the low, improvised iron bars could not stop the ghouls, who could jump onto the iron gate with a slight leap, and the only way to guard the line was a dozen wounded soldiers.

Tyran's lieutenant was also wounded, and while going to the basement to find food for Alice, he was attacked from the air by a gargoyle, and although he managed to evade the gargoyle's pursuit, he left the only small bag of bread he found on the road.

Without food, Alice has no strength, and if Alice has no strength, everyone will be doomed.

When the desperate lieutenant returned to the Iron Gate, he was surprised to find that the crisis had been resolved, not only the dwarves who harnessed the griffons were constantly dropping deadly bombs from the air, but the undead outside the Iron Gate had also been smashed into a pulp by a few tentacles, and a small pile of jerky was scattered around Alice's feet, apparently thrown by the Griffin Knight, and she was chewing without chewing and stuffing food into her stomach.

"Let's go, go fight the undead. She picked up a smoked pork leg and nibbled as she went, crossing the collapsed iron gates, and facing the hordes of undead without fear......

Loria found that the undead around her were obviously dull, she didn't think about it and held the sword in both hands and began to chop indiscriminately, there were undead everywhere, there was no room for her to dodge, but soon, she found that killing the undead was just an incredibly simple thing, almost no force, as long as the blade cut through the ghoul's skin, the bright white flames would burst into flames, Loria heard the undead screaming for the first time, it seemed that this flame not only burned their bodies, but also hurt their souls, and this piece of undead who had lost the control of the lich instinctively feared this blazing light, this was also the first time Loria found out。

The undead are also afraid.

Come a thousand, kill a thousand...... She finally knew that the legend about her grandfather was true, and no one could understand how powerful the Ember Bringer was until she held the sword in her own hands.

Following Magni's instructions, she poured a little magic into the weapon, and the crystals glowed, the blades seemed to be possessed by divine power, and the skin and bones of the undead became brittle as if they were just papier-mâché props.

The slaughter of the Light's gift took place here, and the depraved and broken souls wailed to flee, and a similar solemn flame had been lit in this square many years ago, and now it had returned, returning to the place in purer and more powerful form.

In an instant, there was no more noisy undead in a large circle around her, and the charred corpses fell quietly in the square, they could no longer be recovered, and the wretched souls were completely silent.

Alexander died in this square, and a new Ember Messenger was born.

Loria no longer chased ghouls and skeletons, she stared at the sword in her hand with a misty gaze, the blade glowed with a faint white halo, some like thin white clouds and like a surging electric mass, Magni thoughtfully sent a mongoose enchantment, which was the most suitable choice for her, occasionally, the power of the enchantment could make the sword lighter, making her attack faster.

The thought came to her head to go to a high place, but she couldn't figure out whether it belonged to her or the sword in her hand.

There were warriors falling all the time, and she didn't have much time, even if she had enough strength to kill every undead in the room, she would only be left alive...... She began to search with her eyes, and the high point of her sight, except for the spire of a small chapel, was the wall of the fallen corpse of the undead giant.

Naru's wreckage, the crystal embedded in the sword emitted a brighter light, and the brainless undead hesitated to approach her, and as she moved forward, the undead began to retreat, but it didn't take long for fear to turn to hesitation, and hesitation to ferocity.

A strange feeling rose in her heart, as if the sword in her hand was guiding her way, and the light emitted by the crystal was a beacon for her to navigate.

The undead had apparently weakened, and Tyran was the first to notice the change in the dead, and their attacks were no longer frantic...... Although they continued to pounce on the Crusaders' defensive line, they no longer had a fierce posture, but only instinctively longed and hated the living.

It didn't take long for his ring of defense to come into contact with the nearby Crusaders, and the two circles merged into one, and they were both relieved to each other, and then it was just a matter of gathering the rest of the warriors in order and slowly moving forward.

However, the chain of command was already in disarray, and Tyran found that he could no longer find the junior officers, and the mournful shouts of the undead from the front muffled his dry roar, and after the undead lost their organization, the Crusaders were also thrown into confusion, some wanted to charge forward, others wanted to support the rear.

They were momentarily inspired by Loria's heroic leap into the army of the undead, but lost their discipline.

The collapse of an army besieged and deprived of command and discipline is a matter of moments.

Twisting and weaving between the stump and the stench, Loria sensed the changes around her with her consciousness, glad that the vampire's magical magic could also atomize with her magical artifact, and near the corner of the wall, she found her target.

In the narrow space between the hind feet of a web monster, the adjudicator of the Holy Light on the ground suddenly revealed a hideous face, and the spider screamed and leaped to the side, overpowering several ghouls, the wound in its lower abdomen sending it into a painful madness, and the sharp forefoot of the bladed bone blade twitched and slashed through the bodies of the surrounding undead, and this could not stop the fate of the rotting internal organs of its dry body from being completely burned away.

Patches of sharp ice crystals emerged from where the web-monster had been, but nothing hit but the remains of the undead, and the next moment, the skull of the lich hiding in the shadows was pierced by a sharp blade.

There were undead everywhere, Loria couldn't find the staircase leading to the city wall, and without hesitation, she used her magic extravagantly, an icicle rose from under her feet, and she jumped out before the surrounding undead could break the icicle, the dark magic temporarily obscured the light of the Ember Bringer, enveloping her and landing on the wall, not much different from the light side, the pitch-black magic devoured all the dead bodies it touched.

Anubrekan waited impatiently, he stopped hiding, and came out of the ground, and several spiders immediately approached their former lord.

The master's vast and complex plan leaves no room for flaw, and the month-long assault is for the general assault of the moment, and after destroying the humans hiding behind the ridiculous stone walls, it will also have to join up with another army to remove the Scourge Legion's real obstacle, the Silver Dawn.

Enraged by the uselessness of the inferior undead, Anubrekan climbed onto the body of the experimental undead giant, knocking all the ghouls in its path into the air.

At the end of its rage, it saw a familiar small figure.