"Dracula hasn't come back yet?" Richard asked for the third time.

He pressed the lively Chichu to his knee with one hand to prevent him from moving, and with the other he held the "Ring of Sky and Thunder". I had already tried to give the ring to Chiqiu just now, but the little thing was not interested at all after sniffing it twice.

There are two possibilities: either the ring is a Xibei product, or there are some conditions for use that are not met.

It is unlikely that Dracula will deceive him, and the problem lies in the conditions of use. The lord hadn't thought about this before, so he didn't know, and he also asked the Stuart mage, but the result was still nothing—after all, the Titans were too old, and although the mages were known for their knowledge, they rarely studied those that they couldn't use in ten lifetimes.

The little was completely unaware of the urgency of the situation, and thought that Richard was playing with him, and "Chiqiu Chiqiu" called out to roll around. The lord looked at it like this, and his head ached, and it was obviously a pipe dream to expect this genuine "Titan" to figure it out by himself.

"Not yet. "Bernard temporarily served as a staff officer for Richard. Although he looks like a fierce general, he is certainly not an ordinary person who can follow Seedorf's side, and he is also qualified as a staff officer.

The walking corpses pouring out of the camp were no longer able to be stopped by arrows alone, and Gunther and the barbarians easily slaughtered all the fish that slipped through the net. It's still easy, but the trend of increasing stress is evident and is becoming more and more apparent.

Richard had the centaurs shoot messages to nearby allies, and generously shared all the information he knew. But these regular Pompeii troops were very screwed, and the superiors probably didn't understand the situation and didn't have time to give them orders. So even though I knew that the next step might be more dangerous, I was reluctant to go.

If he wants him to say that this is a bunch of stubborn tendons, the expeditionary force may be hard enough to resist the undead by relying on hard power, but now the best choice is obviously to go out of the city first.

Direct sunlight is a mortal threat to the ordinary undead of the lower ranks, and as long as they wait for the sun to rise tomorrow before entering the city, the undead will not be able to resist at all. When the time comes, dig out the undead who hide from the sun by burying themselves in the mud, and they will all have to burp, and the problem will be solved without much effort.

However, he also knew that such a large organization as the expeditionary force must be slow to respond to emergency intelligence. And the most important quality of a good army is unconditional obedience to orders.

"Dracula may be in trouble. Richard wanted to hang a communication magic stone for Bederick, and remembered Vera's advice to use as little elemental power as possible, and threw the magic stone aside, "Don't wait." Go straight to Baker. ”

There was no large military camp in Winterfell that could accommodate more than 100,000 people, so the garrison was divided into several places. Bédrick was located between the mountain fort and the nearest city gate, and Richard intended to lead the team out of the city, just along the way.

Everything has been packed up and ready to go. The lord gave the order, and the gate on the fence was pushed open from the inside.

The ground-walking dragoons led the way, the barbarians protected the left and right flanks, the auxiliaries and sappers remained in the middle, and the centaurs were responsible for the roaming support.

The combat effectiveness of the walking corpse is limited compared to that of civilians, and the main threat lies in psychological deterrence. As long as it is not possible to form a truly overwhelming wave, filling the qualitative deficiencies with absolute quantity, it will always be difficult to pose a threat to the regular army.

The Ripper's team is advancing quickly, and with Vera summoning a huge light cross in front of the team as a guide, there is no need to worry about the possibility of falling behind.

The walking corpses follow the hatred of the living on the way, and gather around them like fire-fighting moths, but they are useless.

Armed with a super-heavy cavalry spear, the Sgar Dixing Dragon Knights pointed out that any enemy who dared to stand in the way would be torn apart and crushed at once! A very small number of fish that were lucky enough to escape the net would also be harvested by the centaurs with an arrow, and the barbarians who carried the tomahawks did not even have much chance to perform.

They walked through the barricade of the walking corpses with the same ease as a farmer through a wheat field!

"The quality of your subordinates is so high, but unfortunately there are fewer of them. Berner looked at this scene and said with envy.

Richard kept his face calm and didn't speak, and Bédrick's camp was not far away, and it didn't take long for him to be in sight.

"Hey~ we're not going there, are we?" said Berner.

He saw his destination at a glance, because the number of walking corpses gathered there was too impressive. It is impossible to describe this density with the inner and outer three layers, there is no space between the walking corpses and the walking corpses, and there are more walking corpses on the periphery. There is no doubt that as long as you are light enough to step on your head and feet without touching the ground, you can rush all the way into the camp.

And the reason for all this is also obvious - a bald priest and the crown prince's mage retinue stood on the fence, constantly using elemental power to attack the walking corpses.

In order to deal with the large number of undead, they chose to use powerful and lethal magic spells. This kind of spell elemental fluctuation is naturally obvious, so it attracts more walking corpses, so the two elemental users have to use all their skills......

"It's too silly...... Lord Lord covered his face, speechless.

Obviously, today, when the undead have disappeared for hundreds of years, how to deal with the undead has become a kind of cold knowledge, and few people know about it.

"Richard, is that you?" said Berderick, presumably seeing the iconic Earth Dragons of Alpine Castle.

"It's me. The lord stood on the back of the earthly dragon, raised his head at Vera, but he didn't wait for a reaction for a long time, and urged impatiently: "Hurry up and give me a light!"

Vera took a deep breath, trying to suppress her resentment. As the youngest ordained nun ever to be ordained in Winter Cathedral, she had never been treated so roughly.

"Hurry up!"

Vera snapped her eyes and snapped her fingers, and a faint light fainter than a candle lit up above the lord of Alpine Castle.

"Let them stop using magic and spells!" Richard's loud voice even briefly overpowered the fighting.

Bédrik may not understand why, but he still keeps his friends fresh enough that the spell stops almost immediately.

"Rush in!" the lord ordered, and the entire brigade of rippers began to roll forward. Like a hot knife cutting into butter, spears and arrows fly together, axes and spears complement each other. Vera was just about to bless the Blessed Spirit Blade, but quickly stopped and gave up - there was no need for it.

If you can directly break the walking corpse into two with just one click, then it doesn't matter at all whether or not the Holy Light Divine Technique has that burning effect on the undead.

Vera had to admit that although this Richard himself hated it to the extreme, his subordinates were indeed fierce enough.