Pre-war preparations were carried out in an orderly manner.

The brigade of Ripper fighters was recalled from the New World to Fort Alpine. Many of them were still very immature when they left, and after some experience, all of them had a little indifferent ferocity on them, which made the lord very satisfied.

Recently, the scale of the spider tide has dropped again, and a batch of obsolete equipment has been allocated to the indigenous tiger spirits in the Twilight Forest, and there is no problem at all in defense.

Chief Setos even offered to awaken more Iron Kings to war, which Richard refused. Because the number of sleeping Iron Kings is now the lowest level to ensure spiritual protection, and if you continue to awaken the Great Forest of Twilight, you have to defend naked.

Although with the current intensity of the mental storm, there will not be any problems in the short term, but he feels that things have not yet reached that point.

However, Richard was ready to evacuate all civilians to the Twilight Forest.

The construction project of Gaoshan Fort has not yet been completed, and it is really difficult to protect the lives of these civilians in the war.

In this way, he only needs to take the Ripper Legion with him, and it will be much more convenient and flexible to do whatever he does.

The most mobile dragoons carried binoculars and took the initiative to attack according to the information provided by the noble garden. In terms of large-area search, the air cavalry, which can overlook the ground from thousands of yards in the air, has a natural advantage and quickly finds its target.

According to rough estimates, it will take about 18 to 20 days for them to reach the line of the Nutao River.

This news made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and with the war system that Gaoshan Fort was accustomed to, it was enough to be fully prepared in eighteen days.

But Abu also brought back a very bad piece of information. "The undead pollute the land. ”

When he discovered the anomaly, he ventured to land down the path of the undead, digging up a helmet of mud and bringing it back. For this reason, he flew barehead all the way, and was sneezing vigorously by the high-altitude wind.

Buckland looked through a helmet's gray-coloured dirt and the faint smell of salted fish, and said with certainty: "The life contained in the dirt is gone, and even the toughest weeds cannot be supplied." ”

"Damn!" The lord rubbed his chin after hearing this, and said with a wry smile for a long time: "I didn't expect that the undead still have this kind of ability." ”

"Everything transforms its environment in a direction that suits its survival, and the undead are no exception. The old white tiger's eyes hidden behind the lenses were very solemn.

The undead are the enemies of all beings, and this is not limited to the fact that they wield knives and guns against the living. Rather, there is a conflict between the two sides in terms of the living environment, and this kind of conflict can only be resolved when one party completely disappears, and there is no possibility of reconciliation even the slightest.

Richard suddenly remembered that there was another professional present, and turned his head and asked, "Vera, what do you think?"

Silently, the nun summoned a purification spell, the soft white light that quickly disintegrated the gloom of the earth. The smell of stinky salted fish disappeared, and the appearance returned to a more normal black.

"It's just that at this level, a few days of sun exposure should be solved. Before the others could breathe a sigh of relief, she continued, "But if the undead are allowed to linger for a long time, it may cause more far-reaching harm. ”

"How far-reaching?"

"Possibly...... Perpetual. ”

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

"Not only must we destroy the undead, but we can't afford to delay for too long. At the ensuing internal meeting of the Rippers, Richard stood on the podium with an extra-large military felt map hanging behind him.

The audience was full of officers seated in front of them, and due to the lack of space, even the aisles were filled with makeshift seats.

There are a lot of people, and the windows are hung with thick velvet blackout curtains, and the air is inevitably a little dirty. But there was silence in the conference room, and a pin could be heard.

"How many people are there?" Richard looked at Abu.

"About 150,000, I didn't count it. Abu leaned back in his chair and said nonchalantly, "There have been three waves in the entire Northeast Province, and this is the largest wave, and it can afford to look down on us." ”

"How many of us are there?"

"Three thousand one hundred and seven men, nine of whom were wounded. Hurt replied without thinking.

"That's a bit of a disparity. The lord smacked his lips, "It is said that you can attack a city with ten times the number of troops, but at the moment the enemy is far more than ten times, and we don't even have a city." ”

"There are so many enemies that it will be troublesome a little. Gunther sold it, and then went on to say, "We're going to have to bury fifty corpses each!

These words suddenly aroused a burst of irrepressible snickering, and the solemn atmosphere disappeared, and some people even laughed out of tears.

"Before you can bury these fifty corpses, you'll have to kill fifty enemies. Richard sneered, "The undead aren't as lame as sand spiders. ”

"What's so difficult about that. The officers subconsciously puffed out their chests, and their faces were filled with a faint pride.

"It's just fifty strings. The archers looked indifferent.

"Fifty axes. The brutes laughed disdainfully.

"Or just step on two feet. "Hum Ha Er will be able to occupy four or five positions alone, and he will be squeezed aggrieved.

Their confidence comes from their absolute trust in themselves and their robes, and this trust is as unshakable as a rock.

"Actually, someone told me that there's no need to fight the undead. Now that the people have withdrawn, we can also retreat, and it's a big deal to give up the empty mountain fort to the undead. Richard paced back and forth on the podium, then turned his head abruptly, his eyes as bright as lightning, "What do you think?"

In response to him, there was a uniform roar: "Behind is home, where can you retreat!"

"Whew~" Inspector Richard breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at those sparkling eyes, I only felt that there was a kind of heat surging in my chest, and I had to fight hard to extinguish it!

"Adjournment!"

A noisy rattle of tables and chairs, followed by a neat clash of leather boot heels, and their response was like thunder: "Yes, sir!"

In a solemn silence, a hoarse cry suddenly came from outside: "It's on fire, put out the fire~~"

Richard raised his eyebrows, "Go and see." ”

Hundreds of people immediately followed their lords, and as soon as they went out, they saw thick smoke billowing out, and it seemed that the fire was extremely alarming. As a result, he followed the sound and saw a group of magistrates with wooden spears surrounding Nehru.

"From the notes left by my mentor, I have restored the smoke sorcery!" the kobold shaman waved his hand excitedly, and the smoke in the air spread.

"Aren't you a genius, then?" asked Richard in a strange way.

He saw that his so-called smoke sorcery could not be used at all except for being used as a smoke screen.

In the past, everyone said that Nehru's fireball technique was the most wasteful spell in the pan-continent, but now it seems that this product is still overestimated, and it is not easy to research even more waste.

"It's not illegal to study witchcraft. Nehru almost peed his pants when he saw so many people coming at once.

The lord had just reprimanded the mud for a few more words, when he suddenly saw Buckland limp over, as if the rheumatism that had been causing him so much lately had suddenly healed.

"Richard, something is wrong!" the old man, who was usually smiling, was so gloomy that he could drip water.

"What's the matter?" the lord was full of pride and ambition, and he thought that all difficulties were fleeting.

"His Majesty Sagre was assassinated. Buckland said in a low voice.

"What!"