"We see His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince! Thank Your Highness for saving your life!" The three knights, led by Knight Colin, knelt down on one knee and saluted Murphy.

"A knight will not let go of any of his companions, and neither will the royal family. Murphy said lightly. "Get up, you don't have to follow that red tape on the battlefield. ”

With that, Murphy dismounted and helped the three of them up, and the three of them were very moved by his words.

"Count the number of people, always be vigilant, the undead are hiding in the woods, I don't want my knights to be hurt again. Seeing that the three of them were grateful, Murphy swiped another wave of favorability while the iron was hot, maybe he could brush out a henchman.

When it was dawn, the undead had all taken refuge in the woods, giving everyone a chance to breathe.

After a night of fighting, the warriors were already exhausted, and many soldiers, knights, and knights fell to the ground and fell asleep without even taking off their armor.

Murphy didn't have it easy, as he had been casting his magic all night, finally achieving basic aim with the help of his staff.

The countless swings of his staff made his arm sore, and even with the bonus of the "Robe of the Flame Operator", the magic power in his body was almost drained.

At this time, he also returned to the carriage to rest for a while, as the fourth prince of the noble royal family, he still had the privilege of riding in the carriage.

Most of the undead generally do not like to go out during the day, as this greatly weakens their power.

With the support of Murphy and others, the Knight of Colin survived the siege of the undead, managed to escape, and has now joined the main army.

"Your Royal Highness the Fourth Prince. The Ford rider ran to the carriage and bowed, then woke up Murphy, who was lying in the carriage.

"Are the results of the count out? Murphy sat up and shook his arm.

"Yes, Your Highness. Knight Ford bowed again and said, "Our army has 1,500 men, including 100 knights, 500 regular soldiers, 200 mercenaries, 400 knights, and the rest are miscellaneous servants and government officials. ”

He paused, sadness on his face.

"After last night's battle, thirteen knights were killed and seven were seriously wounded, thirty-four soldiers were killed and seventeen were seriously wounded, fifty-one knights were killed and thirty-three were seriously wounded, and the mercenaries, those despicable fellows, did not even have the courage to lift their swords in the face of the undead, and all fled in the confusion when the undead first appeared!

Speaking of the treacherous mercenaries, Knight Ford suddenly burst into a rage, and then sighed and said in a muffled voice.

"We only have about 850 people left in our available combat strength, and we are sleepy and tired, and those skeletons don't know what tiredness is, and now there are undead in the woods in all directions, even if we want to break through, we will have to spend a lot of strength. ”

"No matter how big the loss, we have to break through. Murphy had enough rest, stepped out of the car, and said to Ford.

"I've sent Simon to ask for help from the Grand Duke of the Rhine, as long as we break through to the north we can get reinforcements, and if we stay here, the smell of blood may attract more powerful undead. ”

"Yes, Your Highness. After a night of fighting side by side, Knight Ford felt that the fourth prince was not like the unlearned, unskilled, brave and virtuous people said.

On the contrary, he took the lead, and even knew magic!

This made Knight Ford a little impressed, His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince is really hidden!

Presumably, his inaction in the royal capital should be pretended, and the purpose should be to stay away from the center of power and develop his own power. In this way, you can compete for the throne if you advance, and you can divide one side when you retreat, which is really great wisdom.

Thinking like this, Ford Knight looked at Murphy with admiration in his eyes.

Not caring about Ford's knight's inner drama, Murphy assigned Ford another task: "Clean up the battlefield, by the way, tell the chefs to hurry up and cook, and take out my honey, the warriors urgently need to replenish their strength." ”

Looking at the back of the Ford knight in the distance, Murphy pondered, was the look in this thing a little strange just now?

Thinking of this possibility, he unconsciously shuddered, it seems that it is better to have less contact with this group of guys in the future...

Ford soon organized a hundred warriors to clean up the battlefield, found a carriage dedicated to the knights' corpses, and placed their fallen swords on their chests, which were secured by the earth mage with "earth binding".

Knights, even if they die, they can't lose their swords, otherwise it's a great shame.

But ordinary soldiers are not so particular, there is no knighthood or anything, and it doesn't matter if the weapon is lost or broken.

Towards nine o'clock in the morning, more than 50 chefs from the royal capital spent nearly two hours, and finally made more than 1,000 portions of food to replenish the soldiers' physical strength.

Whole sheep with honey, roast beef, pea soup and brown bread, in order to reward the soldiers, Murphy gave up the little honey to make the whole sheep with honey.

The warriors devoured meat and bread, wiping their eyes from time to time, not knowing whether they were wiping their tears or sweat.

Soldiers or civilians like them who lived at the bottom could only eat meat once in a long time, and only if it was during the celebration of New Year's Day or the founding of the country, while honey was more luxurious, a food that almost only the aristocracy could afford.

In the royal capital, the price of a jar of honey can buy thirty kilograms of good beef, and Murphy directly took out ten jars of honey with a wave of his hand in order to reward the whole army, which made the soldiers grateful.

After two hours of fighting, all the food was wiped out.

The soldiers ate the meat and were naturally full of energy, which also made Murphy have some confidence in his heart about the breakthrough.

He stood condescendingly on the pile of debris, scanning the soldiers below.

"Everybody!" Murphy used a simple little spell to increase his voice so that everyone could hear him.

The soldiers and knights stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look at Murphy.

"Many of our warriors have fallen forever in this forest of secret words, they may be your brothers, friends, fellow countrymen, confidants... But it was because of those abominable undead that they fell there forever, and they didn't even have a whole corpse!"

"I don't think you have forgotten the horrors of last night, for thousands of undead sprang out of the woods, tireless and painless, sweeping through everything they could see like locusts in their crossing, and we would not have been able to hold out until dawn had it not been for the shields and makeshift fortifications and the onslaught of the knights. ”

"Therefore, we can't just sit here out of fear, we have to break through to the north, or by the time reinforcements from the Grand Duke of the Rhine arrive, we will be trapped here by the undead. ”

"There is only one way to break through!

Murphy stood on the clutter pile, holding his staff aloof, and spoke passionately.

However, there was silence in the audience, which made Murphy a little embarrassed.

"Fight to the death!" a knight suddenly shouted.

Well, yes, it's good to arrange a to.

"Fight to the death, fight to the death, fight to the death, fight to the death, fight ... don't retreat," someone shouted, and a thousand people roared in unison, making the earth tremble.