Russell was already a little numb, and it had only been more than half a year since he first saw the undead with his own eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, if it was just one or two low-level undead creatures such as skeleton zombies, it would not scare him, a warrior of the Northern Legion, like this, the reason why his face turned pale and looked blank now was because he could always see at least tens of thousands of undead creatures surging back and forth every day on the city wall.

The twenty-one-year-old Russell has been drafted into the Northern Army for three years, and before that, he had spent two years as a City Guard soldier in Georgia City, south of Borås.

After that, with his not very outstanding cultivation talent and extraordinary efforts, he stood out from hundreds of city guards and became the youngest second-order bronze-level professional, so he was favored by the selection officer of the Northern Legion.

Everyone in the first place, including Russell himself, was definitely lucky enough to be selected into the Northern Legion, not only because the salary of the Northern Legion was nearly three times higher than that of the Georgia City Guards, but more importantly, for the people living in the northern part of the French Empire, the Northern Army was their protector.

Joining the Northern Legion is an honor, and it is also an effective way to quickly improve your strength.

Later facts proved that all this was true, but in just two years, Russell had grown from a most ordinary second-order bronze junior warrior to the current second-order bronze level, and he was almost improving at a rate of one year after careful calculation.

If this speed can continue, or in a few years, Russell will grow directly from the current squad leader to the captain, and even the rank of a thousand cavalry commanders and generals.

Of course, the hurdle of entering the third-order black iron level from the second-order bronze level to the third-order black iron level is not something that can be crossed casually, plus Russell's talent is already average, and the achievements he can have today are all due to the efforts he has put in several times the efforts of others. Therefore, in his own opinion, just to advance to the third-order black iron level, I am afraid that it will take two years.

But will he make it to that day? Once those undead creatures who don't know what fear and pain are are attacking the Fran Empire, God knows how long this ice and snow fortress in the northernmost part of the Fran Empire, which can only accommodate a maximum of 5,000 people, will be able to hold under the onslaught of millions of undead creatures!

That's an army of over a million undead! It's not too much to call it an ocean of undead, and what the outcome would be with five thousand against million, Russell could guess with his toes.

So Russell became more and more depressed during this time, he no longer felt nervous, and after spending the first month of the whole day nervous to the point of not being able to sleep, Russell got used to it, or rather, became numb......

But what can he do? Behind them is the Francois Empire, their homeland! There were Russell's parents there, there was Russell's sister, and he couldn't retreat, and he had nowhere to retreat!

(Fortunately, there is a Slavic fortress in front of you, but seeing that the undead are only harassing but not attacking with all their strength every day, if you really move, you are afraid that destruction will be a matter of moments, right?) Ay! Forget it, it's useless to think so much, it's better than nothing...... ）

Rubbing his hands vigorously from the cold, Russell exhaled a breath of heat and withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, there are not a few soldiers of the Northern Legion who have the same idea as him, but it has to be said that the Northern Legion is really a tenacious legion, and even in such a desperate situation, there are no deserters.

This is not only because of the discipline of the Northern Legion, but also because they know that right on this northernmost line of defense of the French Empire, right among these five border fortresses, their legion commander Tulajan Roland is with them!

(I don't know where these damn undead came from, over a million in number!) I'm afraid that the population of the Slavic kingdom was not so large before, right? I remember that the regular establishment of the Northern Army is only 20,000 people, and now each fortress can accommodate 5,000 people, and even the reserves of the Northern Army and some local garrisons have been transferred, but the difference in the number is ...... Ay...... ）

Ordinary Northern Legion soldiers like Russell were worried, let alone Tulayan, who was the decision-maker and commander of the Northern Legion.

Since the last time the spatial rift appeared in the Slavic Kingdom in the Year of the Two Moons, and then a massive number of undead creatures conquered the Slavic Kingdom, Tulayan has never had a good night's sleep.

Whether as a noble lord or commander of the Northern Legion, Tulayan is responsible for his own homeland.

In fact, for the past two decades, Tulayan has done everything perfectly. Not only was the whole of northern France run by him, but the lives of the people under his rule were even more stable and happy than those in the middle of the empire.

It's just that all of this is now over, and the army of more than a million undead creatures can crush almost everything! For the French Empire, if the south is not involved in the bloody front, then it may still have the ability to fight against it.

But the leaky house happened to rain overnight, and while the war in the south of the French Empire continued, His Majesty the Emperor died suddenly at this critical time. Now several princes are only competing for the throne regardless of the overall situation, but I don't know if they have ever thought that once the northern defense line is breached by the undead, they will compete for the throne, but I am afraid that there will be no complete empire for them to rule!

Thinking of this, with Tulayang's super high cultivation, he couldn't help but curse secretly:

"These idiots! only knowing that they are hoarding strength and ignoring the safety of the border, if the French Empire really falls into their hands, I am afraid that it will not be far from real destruction! ”

It's a pity that Tulayan still has to face the problem in front of him, and how to keep the northern defense line is the top priority now.

(In less than a month, more than a million massive armies have been gathered on the side of the undead, although the general strength of these undead creatures is only about the first order, but because of the characteristics of the undead, they have no fear and no pain, unless they are scattered and destroyed, they can still fight even if they have broken hands and feet, which is much more difficult than humans.) ）

Every time I think of this, Tulayan feels a headache, even if he is a recognized excellent commander in the empire, it is a pity that everyone will feel powerless in the face of such an opponent.

The warriors of the Northern Legion are generally above the second-order bronze level, which is their advantage. But in the face of undead creatures who have no pain and fear, and are tireless, even if the warriors of the Northern Legion can fight each other three or five, but what about ten? What about twenty?

People will always get tired and get hurt, and even if they can rely on the walls to defend, attrition is still inevitable.

Moreover, as the commander of the legion, Tulayang also knew that this group of undead creatures numbering more than a million was not a scattered sand, although those low-level undead creatures were almost completely unintelligent, but there were high-level undead behind them to dominate them!

This has been confirmed from the observation of the past six months, as well as the many times a while ago when elite soldiers were sent to infiltrate the Slavic kingdom for reconnaissance.

And with Tulayan's knowledge of the undead, he clearly knew that once those high-ranking lichs who had lived for an unknown number of years appeared on the battlefield, it was debatable whether the human walls could play their due role.

It is simply an unsolvable problem that cannot be defeated, and it cannot be prevented......

(It seems that the only way to keep the remaining Slavs in their hands is to keep these undead alive for a while, hmm...... Food and weapons are easy to say, but medicine is sorely insufficient. It would be nice if a large number of light mages could be recruited to the past, not only to help the Slavic warriors heal and recover, but also to kill the undead. It's just that those Light Priests and Light Priests are used to being comfortable on weekdays, and it is even more difficult for them to go to the current Slavic kingdom than to ascend to the sky...... What a bunch of idiots! ）

Everyone understands the truth of cold lips and teeth, but when it is really your turn to fight hard, it is not like that. Even the light magicians who usually take it as their mission to spread the light are not many who can make the right choice when they get to the real chapter.

Speaking of choosing Tulayan, he is also helpless, everyone is eager to use all means and does not want to go to the front line to fight with those undead, his daughter Ingier is good, not to mention earning her life to the front line, and now she is ordered to stay in the relatively safe city of Bros and is still full of resentment.

Just this morning, Tulayan also received a letter from the butler, how many times Inger had sent evil fires in the past few days, and how many people he had beaten, the letter was clearly written, which made Tulayan shake his head and smile bitterly.

(Maybe when she gets married, her temperament will be more stable?) But compared to this, it's more likely that she can't find someone who can be eyed by her, right? Or someone who can put up with her temper? ）

Looking at the middle-aged man in the mirror who could still vaguely see the handsome appearance of the year, Tulayang's eyes suddenly flashed a touch of nostalgia and loneliness, once upon a time the heroic eldest son of the Roland family has now added a little gray hair on his head.

Since the death of his wife Julia, Tulayan has always been alone, and with his status and age at the time, it would not be a problem to find another one, as long as he wanted to, three or five.

However, he loved Julia deeply and chose to devote all his energy to the territory and the legion, so until now he has only one daughter, Ingill.

(Julia...... Our daughter looks almost like you, but she didn't inherit your gentle personality and became a lady. Maybe I'm spoiled.,Although I don't look like a tomboy now.,But I have the potential to become a violent woman.,So I'm really not a competent father...... Now that she's grown up, all I can do is try my best to keep her out of danger, but in the end, she has to choose her own path...... Julia, may we survive this crisis...... ）

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