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Veteran Martin was on duty and chatting with a few of his fellow human soldiers on the South Camp watchtower.

He has been a soldier for more than 20 years, and although he has experienced not many real battles, he has also experienced fifteen or sixteen battles.

The old soldier Youzi's intuition made him feel that today's battle was too weird, and yesterday the soldiers were still discussing lightly when they would be able to return home soonest, whether they could get the spoils of war, and whether Her Royal Highness the princess was as beautiful as the braggarts who claimed to have seen her said. Tonight's topic has become which nobleman has died in battle, and who has also died on the battlefield.

After dark, the uneasiness had gradually spread among the army, but no one seemed to think that the Imperial army would really lose.

But Martin felt that these silly recruits might be too optimistic.

He crouched down again and tightened his leather boots, which was the twenty-first time today.

It's one of his quirks.

Martin Sr.'s uniform was very shabby, but he had to keep his boots soft, comfortable and heeled on his feet.

It cost him a full nine silver deer coins, but he always felt that it was worthwhile and necessary to have such a pair of shoes, which would make him a little faster than the young men who were only wearing straw sandals or were simply barefoot.

At this moment, he heard a strange noise from his teammate, Wood, who was missing a front tooth.

Old Martin looked at it in bewilderment, and found that Wood's face was pale, and he didn't even notice that the bow in his hand had fallen to the ground, but he just stretched out his hand and pointed to the mound in the distance, and let out a "cluck...... ......" sound.

He seemed to be clutched by extreme fear.

An ominous premonition welled up in his mind, and old Martin quickly grabbed his bow and arrow, and looked in the direction that Wooter was pointing.

"My God of Light......"

By a little bit of starlight, not entirely obscured by the dark clouds, old Martin first saw a number of large black broken flags raised high above the mounds, and on the flags were painted monstrous snakes with horns and claws.

Then, he saw the skulls of Bai Sensen marching in line under the flag, gradually moving out of the horizon.

How to describe their number?

It's as much as the sea.

Like Watt, he was stunned for more than ten seconds.

"God is above, God is above, I may be dying here today, right?"

Then. He grabbed the horn he used to call the police, took a deep breath, and blew it deadly......

Silent soul fluctuations spread across the battlefield.

The tide of the Sea of the Undead has finally risen.

It's a pity that the battlefield at night is too vast for the humans to really notice it. I'm afraid it's too late.

The Kalokos family's scout information is indeed wrong.

The army that came did not have "a large number of undead", but all of them.

The number of the undead army is not "more than 100,000", but close to 300,000 troops.

- The army of the hidden kingdom of the dead in the Dead Wilderness.

And all this, even if it is not hidden in this dark night, I am afraid that with the existing detection methods of mankind. It will never be possible to find out. They would probably only know that the Empire's army was ruthlessly destroyed by a huge number of undead armies on this night.

This is the advantage of the undead over human nations, which is one of the reasons why the strongest empire of mankind still regards the "Dark Lord" as a nightmare, even if it has conquered almost all known worlds.

Any human kingdom with only a land of the Dead Wilderness would not be able to muster an army of 30,000 men, even if the militia is counted. But Castle Black only needs to be willing to spend resources on a few large-scale awakening rituals, and nearly 300,000 professional soldiers who don't even know what death is and absolutely obey orders are produced.

Looking down at the battlefield, the battlefield with a radius of more than ten kilometers where the human race was still fighting had been surrounded by this group of dead.

The human camps, the human armies, the undead of the occupying forces fighting with the humans, and the city of God Bless itself are like tiny anthills besieged by a tide of bones and carrion. As soon as the water rises a little, it will be wiped flat.

Kalokos' legion of lion emblems is an anthill that has held out for a long time.

And most of the noble army of the Prince faction, which had been attached to him a few hours ago, had been drowned by the tide of white bones.

The process of "drowning" was cruel and crisp, and even the hundred battle elite soldiers of the Lion Emblem Legion turned white.

But they still did what they were used to, facing waves of undead, mechanically withdrawing their left shields and stabbing their spears to the right.

If you hesitate to retreat, you will be torn apart by the blade.

Everyone could tell that the skeletons were different from the ones in Bless City.

Although poorly equipped, each one appeared to be more powerful, and from time to time more powerful and nimble strange skeletons rushed into the formation. Inflicting a large number of casualties on human beings.

After the battle.

Prince Carlocos Wright was surrounded by several generals and staff officers on standby, and he hurriedly gathered all kinds of information that came to him, looking for loopholes in the enemy army on the battlefield.

He must stand out from the encirclement, and Theo Wright's cause will require his advice. The legion of the Lion Emblem still needs him to command, how can he die here?

The Divine Blessing garrison didn't know what was going on, as if they were not disliked enough, and sent hundreds of infantry to support the "Lion King's Fangs" legion.

After checking the warrant, it was indeed the handwriting of Captain Harris and the seal sealing wax, and this man didn't know what was wrong today. The whole process dragged the Imperial army back.

If it weren't for the fact that the enemy was an undead, and the information gathered in the past showed that Harris had a clean background, and he seemed to be a local general of the Holy See faction, who was most at odds with the undead, Kalokos really felt that this guy was a spy of the enemy.

And what's going on with this commander who came with troops?

The face is greased and powdered, and the twisting posture is really like a girl. It would be strange if he didn't really need these hundreds of people to help him cover his flanks and not drive him out.

The Divine Blessing Garrison Legion can even be a thousand-legon with this kind of person, no wonder someone took the lair.

In the midst of his preoccupation, Kalokos suddenly caught a glimpse of the commander slowly pulling out a bracelet and wiping it up.

Sure enough, it's a sissy, when is it, and you still rub the bracelet?

Wait, this looks like a magic bracelet.

Carlocus became alert and opened his mouth to ask.

But the other party has already raised the bracelet.

"Not good."

With a short spell, several magic projectiles condensed with huge magic power flew towards Kalokos and the generals and staff officers around him, and only Kalokos himself made a flying dodge move.

And then—

There was a bang.

The makeshift command post briefly flashed as bright as day, and then the blast of the explosion pushed the shattered human body into the air.

Carlokos' timely dodge saved his life, but he felt the pain all over his body fall apart.

Especially the abdomen.

Recovering from a brief moment of blindness, he found a broken sword piercing the chain mail in his abdomen, deep into his own abdominal cavity.

The assassin "Commander" had already lost his disguise, revealing sharp canine teeth and red eyes.

"Oh, is it a vampire?"

The thought crossed his mind before Kalokos fainted. (To be continued.) )