"You're Seedorf?"

The two groups of people inside and outside the secret room stared at each other, and after waiting for about five hundred pulses, the light curtain finally dissipated on its own, and Richard immediately asked impatiently.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that the undead are coming!" the old man walked out of the secret room, and was able to observe the sky directly through the window, and the worry on his face immediately increased.

"The sun has set. He sighed helplessly.

As the original source of all life in the world, sunlight naturally has the power to restrain all evil. And when the sun goes down, there's nothing to restrain the monsters.

"But as far as I know, there hasn't been a large-scale undead in the last 500 years. Richard shrugged.

The conditions required for the birth of the undead are very harsh, since the last necromancer was exterminated five hundred years ago, only occasionally there are some naturally born undead, and the number and strength are often very mediocre. There was no need to even call for help, the town priest and a group of daring peasants could be wiped out.

"As far as I know, it's true, but facts speak louder than words. Seedorf smiled bitterly, "Very terrible undead, the whole of Winterfell is in their hands. Even those of us escaped by hiding in the 'Holy Light Barrier'. However, once the Holy Light Barrier is opened, it will surely last for twelve hours, and we will not be able to get out until now. ”

"Hey, boy. A burly Stuart officer like a bear stepped forward and put his arm around Richard's shoulder. He could see that this Pompeii was certainly not a high-ranking officer, trying to bring him to his knees with powerlessness.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, hurry up and take us to your commander!" The thick arm began to exert force, and the pressure on the shoulder was enough to cause the average person to cause severe pain in an instant.

So Richard also put his arm around his shoulders and let him know what real power is.

"Ahh

"Birner, don't be presumptuous. This adult, believe me, there really is no time to waste. The tiredness on Seedorf's face could not be concealed, and everything that had happened in the past day was burning his nerves like a soldering iron.

"Just call me Richard. Richard let go of Bernard and nodded at the dozen men, "Follow me." ”

There was indeed a convincing power in the old man, but it was far from the real reason why Richard was willing to lead the way. In fact, even if they wanted to leave on their own, Richard would have to find a way to get them back.

The fact that these Stuart high-ups would voluntarily lock themselves up in the Light Barrier is enough to prove that something unusual has happened. He'll have to figure out what's going on, after all, the entire Ripper Brigade is still in Winterfell!

The group rushed out of the stone building, and before they had taken two steps, something strange had already appeared.

"What's that?" With the few lights left, Richard saw several blurred figures converging from the surrounding alleys.

Although they are generally humanoid, anyone who sees them will probably never think that these "things" will be of the same kind. What a strange gesture it was! It was as if the urchin had built a tower of blocks, barely managed to maintain his balance by twisting the shape, and stood there crookedly, and with a push it would shatter into parts.

"They've all been residents of Winterfell at one time. Seedorf's voice was filled with sorrow.

"But now they're all bloodthirsty monsters, so-called walking corpses!" Berner said through gritted teeth.

A more constant and bright white light came from behind him, and Richard turned his head to look.

It was a priestess who cast a "divine healing" spell that summoned a cross of light that hovered above everyone's heads, a magic that could apply a small healing effect, but at the moment it was more important to dispel the darkness.

The priest had a relationship with Richard - before the siege began, Richard peeked into the wall with a telescope tube and saw a group of priests praying for the soldiers, including her. At that time, Richard was impressed by the delicate beauty that was like a ripe peach, but at the moment he was a little embarrassed, and his clothes were still stained with dry blood mist.

"Aside from the Holy Light Divine Technique, try not to use elemental power. Undead creatures are very sensitive to elemental fluctuations, and this is a lesson that has been paid for with blood. The priestess bowed slightly to Richard, with no expression on her face, "Lord Richard, my name is Vera." ”

Magic, fighting spirit, and magic are all elemental products. According to today's mainstream, even a little higher-grade power can't get out of this category.

"No problem. ”

But Richard agreed very simply, the lord of Alpine Fort relied purely on strength to eat, and he couldn't use elemental power even if he wanted to.

With the light of the divine arts, he was able to see more details.

No wonder Bernard called them "walking corpses", literally walking corpses. Each of the walking corpses had terrible wounds on their bodies, and even their intestines dragged behind them, but that didn't stop them from running towards the living.

Although the posture is weird, the speed is really not slow!

"Boy, I'll deal with those two, you go and stop ......"

Before Berner finished speaking, Richard had already rushed to the front without saying a word, and the dragon slaying giant sword disappeared in an instant from the field of vision, and it was only after a while that everyone heard a bang. Under this sword, the three walking corpses were neatly divided into six pieces.

"The head is the sustenance of their soul fire, you have to fight ......" Berner saw that although the upper body of the three walking corpses was still moving, there was obviously no threat after losing their legs, and shrugged his shoulders and said: "Forget it, you can fight wherever you like." ”

Richard's pace of progress did not stop for a moment, and as he passed by, he easily stabbed the head of a walking corpse with a dragon slay.

Every time he kills an enemy, he gains a certain amount of experience from the system, and generally speaking, the stronger the enemy, the more experience he will have. Therefore, on the other hand, the strength of the enemy can also be judged from the amount of experience gained.

A walking corpse gives fifty points of experience, indicating that they are not too strong. But with that kind of momentum that doesn't kill at all, once there are enough of them, it's definitely enough for anyone to have a headache.

"Winterfell's 300,000 inhabitants aren't going to be like this, are they?" asked Richard as he ran. He saw that Vera was struggling to follow, and after a short while, he was already out of breath, so he simply bent down to hold her on his shoulder.

Priests, like most elemental users, are not very physically fit.

"Nope. Seedorf vetoed it in no uncertain terms.

"That's good," the lord reassured his heart, and his scalp tingled at the thought of 300,000 monsters coming like a tide.

"I mean, there were 150,000 more people in Winterfell before the battle. Seedorf said with a wry smile.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand?"

"Hmm!"