Carlos is the leader of a sect.

Theoretically, there is no distinction between high and low gods. Since they are all the spokesmen of the gods on earth, he should be on the same level as the crown who was revered by all the people in Vatis.

Of course, theory belongs to theory, and reality returns to reality.

Although the current belief pattern is dominated by the Holy Light Church, the remaining share is basically occupied by the Ice and Snow Goddess Church, and the rest of the factions are overwhelmed. But there are not many who are really miserable enough to have only three or five kittens and puppies left, and unfortunately, Carlos's sect is one of them.

Although they once had a deep relationship with the Church of Light, their doctrine contains the content of the dead, and they have long been unaccepted by the world. Centuries ago, he abandoned public ministry in favor of his own wilderness dwelling, passing on the family tradition by educating offspring and occasionally adopting infants.

If a sect were to fall to this point, the leader would be more of a gang leader than an earthly spokesman for the gods.

Carlos was an adopted baby who, according to the elders, was gifted and would surely be a revitalizer of the church in the future.

As for what constitutes revitalization - Carlos thinks it is necessary to expand the scale to more than fifty people, so that a few people can be assigned to the manure and make the land more and more productive.

You can even raise a few cows, and the little ones will never be hungry all day long.

Disillusioned one morning, they wake up to find their stronghold surrounded by the undead of the sea. Skeletons, zombies, mummies, and even stitching monsters fill the entire spectrum as far as the eye can see.

The wild boar and yellow sheep cubs that had taken a whole year of hard work had all died, and even the belt meat had been swallowed into the stomach by the undead, and there were no bones left. If nothing is done, they will be devoured next.

This is not a big deal, after all, they are a once glorious sect, not just ignorant outcasts.

The cult texts record the secret method of semi-undead spiritualization, which can make people fall into a mysterious state of neither life nor death, which is the prerequisite for practicing subsequent divine arts and glimpsing all mysteries.

Although most of the more than a dozen people don't have even the slightest qualification in divine arts, because food is often scarce in the wilderness, and half-undead can slightly resist the pain of hunger, everyone happens to be very familiar with this skill.

Even though they are only half-undead, they are enough to fool the resuscitators into treating them like their kind.

So the whole sect was wrapped up in the army of the undead in a daze, and marched towards the west.

Of course, this situation is not optimistic—even if the doctrine contains the content of the dead, after all, it only exists as a tool and means, and does not mean that it is really ready to give up the living life.

During this time, Carlos did not try to escape with the parishioners, but there seems to be an order between the army of resurrectionists. The slightest outrage of their actions will immediately be greeted with intimidation. The parishioners, who had long been accustomed to digging in the soil, had never seen such a posture, and they were all so frightened that they never mentioned running away again, and honestly mixed with the dead.

Carlos looked up at the Wyvern-dragoons soaring across the sky and sighed worriedly.

Since five days ago, this kind of snooping and reconnaissance has not stopped. Obviously, the other side of the upcoming battle is not a fuel-efficient lamp either.

This strengthened his desire to grease the soles of his feet, after all, the force of the parishioners was too weak, and getting involved in the battle between the two powers was like a chicken egg sandwiched between a grinding plate, and the slightest carelessness would cause the chicken to fly and the egg would be beaten.

Thinking of the eggs, Carlos began to feel hungry again, the semi-undead was not a real undead after all, and he couldn't completely stop eating or drinking.

In the past few days, even if he was able to get a little food occasionally, he had given it to the minor parishioners by example, and he had only eaten half a piece of raw fern root and was almost poisoned. It is no exaggeration to say that now I want to bite two bites when I look at the zombies around me.

The thought was so disgusting that Carlos shuddered and forbade himself to think about it any further.

"We have to find a chance to escape with everyone. He said to himself over and over again.

............

"You've got the goblin ruins, when are you going to set me free?" Elizabeth asked, persistently following the lord's ass.

"Right away, but what are you going to do after you're free?" Richard was annoyed.

At that time, after knowing that the ruins themselves were an intact floating fortress, the lord was excited and remembered a very real problem - how to get out of the floating fortress with hundreds of yards of soil between the ruins and the ground.

He inquired about it at the time, and it turned out that according to the goblin sage's design, a full-fledged activation of the steam balloon would cause a volcanic eruption, and the fortress would rush out of the ground in due course.

Although he wanted to get the floating fortress out immediately, the Iron King and the Tiger Spirit were allies of the Alpine Fort, and Richard was not so mad that he wanted to destroy their homeland, so he had to temporarily withdraw from the goblin ruins with Zara.

However, the magic equipment used to condense the smoke was not large, and it was easily taken away in the space ring.

It was an obsidian cube about one blade in length, width and height, with a hemispherical pit on the top and a silver metal rod the length of a palm. Separately, both things are unremarkable, and there is nothing unusual about them.

But if you throw the stick into the pit, it will neither fall to the bottom nor break away, but will float in mid-air, revealing an unusual side.

It's very simple and convenient to use, just continuously inject earth magic into the obsidian base, and a ray of light will shoot straight from the metal stick.

This light is also magical, and it can only be used as a flashlight for other things. But when Richard experimented with the poisonous miasma floating above the magma, he immediately condensed a "stone" that floated in the sea of fog.

Removing the light, the steely mist stone escaped into a poisonous miasma again, and he and the two turtles who had never seen the world were amazed.

Although the name of this "Smoke State Converter" may be strange, according to the booklet, even in the heyday of the goblins, it was a remarkable treasure. As long as there is a sufficient supply of mana, the condensed fog stone can be maintained almost indefinitely.

Therefore, even after 10,000 years, the lifting mechanism composed of fog and stone is still working well.

After Richard returned to Alpine Fort, he was naturally on display, and the result was seen by Elizabeth. She was not stupid, and immediately realized that the lord of Alpine Fort had mastered the goblin ruins, so she began to appeal for her freedom.

"First of all, return to the blood pool to replenish your soul source and restore your strength. Elizabeth said as a matter of course, "I don't plan to live in that dull desert after that, and I will ask you to help me return to this world when the time comes." ”

"Oh, and then?" the lord's gaze was as kind as if it were looking at a retarded person.

It would be a fool for this little hoof to dare to say his intention in front of him, and if he didn't take the opportunity to talk about it, he would be a fool among fools.

"The book says that money is essential to live in this world, but I don't even have a copper coin at the moment. Elizabeth pointed to the sea of bitter thorns not far away.

Thanks to soil fertility, the flowering period of this tough wilderness plant is extended to nearly half a year, and it is very rare to see the cold and wind even in winter.

"I can take care of the nursery plants for Alpine Castle, and according to the rules you should pay me a salary, and when I have enough money I can leave. ”

"Okay, we're old acquaintances, I'll definitely hire you when the time comes. Richard nodded, "How about a salary of one gold coin a week?"

"The book says that novice gardeners generally only get three or four silver coins. Elizabeth hesitated.

She may vaguely feel that this door-picking ghost is a bit of an abnormality to be so generous, but the experience gained entirely from reading books is too shallow after all, and she doesn't understand what the problem can be.

"No problem, but the war is about to start now," the lord said kindly, patting Elizabeth on the shoulder with a smile, "It's not safe to set off now, so let's wait until the battle is over." ”

"You are such a noble man who keeps his promises!" said Elizabeth, rejoicing.

Leaving Richard in place, his face occasionally showing an extremely sinister and cunning smile, making passers-by look far away and detour for a while.

"Annie. The lord suddenly noticed that the half-elf chick had come not far away, and was looking at him with an inexplicable expression.

"Ahem, doesn't Elizabeth usually like to read?" Richard quickly straightened his face and made a serious appearance to bluff people.

"yes, I like travel and gardening albums. Anne was really frightened, frowned and said seriously, "I don't think this is a big deal, just to pass the time." ”

"That's it. Richard snapped his fingers, and the thief smiled and said, "In the future, you will remove all the albums, and find more of the most brain-dead and hot-blooded knights for her, the kind that is the whole honor is my life, and I died fighting for the monarch." ”

"Elizabeth knew very little to read. ”

"Then read it to her. ”

"Can it work?" said Anne, hesitantly, as she understood his intentions at once.

"How useless. The lord waved his hand horizontally, "She has been living alone since she was born and is now a completely blank slate, whatever you draw on it, it can definitely shape three views for her." Wouldn't it be a waste not to take advantage of the opportunity!"

............

"Follow me, everybody, ready to flee at any moment. Carlos pursed his lips and whispered to the parishioners around him, not even daring to speak a little louder.

He always felt that the army of the undead around him seemed to be scattered, but in fact, every move followed a deeper order, and it was not as wooden as the sect books said.

In order to prevent the anomaly from being discovered, all of the parishioners, including himself, tried to imitate the actions of the undead. Never speak unless you have a special need, and if you do have to speak, you have to keep your voice as low as possible.

As early as a few days ago, Carlos had already understood that the only chance to escape was to wait for the undead to fight his opponent and leave while he was in chaos.

And now, the towering castle on the other side of the river in the distance is in sight.

The lord's army did not trap the lonely city, but spread along the banks of the river on both sides of the castle. Carlos had read some military writings and knew what they were up to.

And the lineup of the defenders is also extremely strong - that burly figure and excellent equipment, placed in any legion at least the status of an elite squad leader, it is hard to imagine that it is just an ordinary soldier here.

There were even a number of giants in the queue, ranging from three or five blades to more than ten blades, standing there as majestic as a hill. Uniformly wearing heavy armor and holding a steel mace, it is estimated that the elephant can be flattened with a stick in his hand!

A mixed cavalry brigade of centaurs and earth-walking dragons was standing by in the rear, unprepared to hide their tracks—and impossibly, they were too tall and too strong!Carlos wondered if there was really anyone in the field who could resist such a cavalry charge?

The Wyverceurs took off under the leadership of a full-fledged dragon knight, their feet hooked with a net of rocks. Although dozens of people were tightly pressed, a pair of broad wings were connected together, obscuring the sun in the sky and making the surroundings dark.

It's hard to say how many archers and bed crossbows are hidden in the castle, but there will certainly be no less. Because of the occasional sunlight, there is always a cold light flashing in the window!

In the face of the boundless army of resuscitators under the black pressure, there was no commotion in the strict array, and it was calm and calm from beginning to end. It seems that everything in front of them is just a breeze on their faces, and it is not worth their emotions at all!

Such an army, without even using a hand, can make most opponents give up resistance with momentum alone!

But even so, Carlos didn't expect them to win. I just secretly prayed that at least I wouldn't lose too quickly, so that I could give my gang a chance to escape.

Because he has been in the army of the undead for so many days, the more he looks at it, the more frightened he becomes.

If you want to divide the undead into three, six, nine and so on, this one is definitely the first class of the first class, and the top of the top class. Almost every resuscitator is the best of its kind!

Even the skeleton soldiers are all stout, tough and strong, and the soul fire is burning vigorously, and they know that they are all elites in their lives at a glance. It is foreseeable that if you really do it, it will even be more powerful than ordinary living soldiers, and it is not at all that the legendary farmer can deal with three or four crappy things.

And this is only the lowliest skeleton soldiers, as well as zombies and mummies that are stronger in every way!

There are also stitching monsters with countless bodies, which are almost as big as giants!

There are also many high-ranking undead such as Death Knights, Bone Swordsmen, and Zombie Bosses!

I've even seen a number of undead spellcasters - considering that due to their natural disability, it can be much more difficult for revivagators to cross the casting threshold than humans!

Coupled with the natural advantage of the undead army - not afraid of death, even if you fight to the last person, your morale will not drop in the slightest.

If the difference in numbers is not too large, Carlos also believes that the local lords have a chance to win. But at present, the scale gap is really huge, and it has reached the point where the two sides are not at the same level at all!