"Richard, can we really do it?" Anne stood on the top floor of the castle, looking at the endless endless stream of undead like a black tide, and even her teeth chattered slightly.

"You can't say no, you know?" the lord was scouting the enemy with a telescope.

To be honest, it's disgusting, whether it's a stitching monster or a rotting corpse, he wants to spit out the pan-fried steak he ate last night. But the more disgusting they are, the more they want to take a second look, and even begin to speculate about their identities before they died.

Most of the undead are produced from human corpses, but some are distinctly racist to half-orcs and elves. It's clearly not a Stuart national, and I don't know where it came from.

What is even more amazing is that the sun overhead is generously swaying light and heat, but the undead everywhere seem to be completely unaffected.

Although he had known all this from the scout's mouth, it was still incredible to see Richard with his own eyes!

How could it be – just as ice melts in the heat, the scorching sun is definitely the nemesis of the undead. This is the most fundamental conflict of nature, and it is not so easy to resolve.

There may be a very small number of high-level undead who can resist with their own strength, but it is obviously impossible for everyone to have that kind of ability in the mighty tide in front of them. Otherwise, the thousands of people of the ripper should not resist, and it is easier to wipe their necks and hang themselves collectively.

"The other side has at least a few dozen times the numerical advantage. The half-elf's face turned pale, and he subconsciously grabbed Richard's sleeve, trying to get a little security from it.

"Why are you doing so much. The lord impatiently stretched out his hand to play her, and when he saw Anne's eyes full of fear and couldn't help but soften, he sighed helplessly, "Alas, women are trouble. ”

Three days earlier, all the non-combatants of Alpine Fort had retreated to the Great Twilight Forest. They couldn't help much in the battle, and it just so happened that the wind-milled oralcum that had plagued the blacksmith for a long time had been completely ground into powder with steam balls, and it was suddenly much easier to smelt demonic steel.

If you go back to the twilight forest and continue to open the furnace, you may be able to get the Ripper Legion to change into new equipment a day earlier.

At that time, some of the sheriffs riding ghost spiders wore strips of white cloth tied to their heads and shouted the slogan "For the blooming bitter thorn flower", ready to participate in this battle to defend their homeland, but they were also driven away by the lord with a scolding from the lord.

Only Anne had to stay, and Richard couldn't beat or scold her, so he had to acquiesce.

Facts have proved that large-scale battlefields can easily cause mental shock to ordinary people, and no matter how smart people are, they may not be able to have much judgment left.

"Give me five thousand gold coins when you're done. Richard patted her on the head.

"What are you doing?" Anne instinctively became vigilant when she heard the money.

"Go to the casino and relax. ”

"You ......" The half-elf chick immediately gasped, and the panic just now was suddenly forgotten outside the clouds, "If you gamble for a long time, you will lose, and it will be over if you get this problem!"

"Oh, too. The lord nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you for reminding me, Miss Anne. ”

"Richard, after this battle, will you feel the need to set up some churches of the Holy Light?" Vera wore the most solemn mopping priest's robes, wore a silver cross and a full set of ornaments on her chest, and her long honey-colored hair was coated in olive oil and coiled in the back of her head, restrained in an elaborate crown of golden olives.

Everything made her look awe-inspiring, as if she was shining with a purifying light, as holy and pure as an angel.

It also made the lord's gaze like a bee seeing pollen, and it never left her for a moment.

"I still think that the fate of mortals should be in the hands of mortals themselves. Richard shrugged and smiled, "But ......."

"But what?" the few people around couldn't help but wonder.

"It may be necessary to kidnap a few more priests of the Light. The lord laughed.

The first blow has already kicked off the whole big battle!

Due to their sheer size, the Anemo Pterodactyl and the Dragon have the highest weight-carrying capacity of any flying mount.

Right now, the Wyverceon is struggling to climb up with a heavy net under the leadership of Higuain, and after reaching the highest point, they draw an arc-shaped trajectory and dive downward.

The drake spreads its broad wings and allows gravity to capture itself. At first, it was slow. But as time went on, it became like a meteorite piercing the atmosphere, and the oncoming storm of air forced all riders to duck!

When they reached the height of two hundred blades, the entire air cavalry began to climb instead.

The net ropes simply couldn't withstand such a violent toss and broke one after another. The stone goddess wrapped inside scattered like flowers, with a terrifying whining sound breaking through the air, slanting towards the densest place of the tide of the undead!

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang that shook the earth.

Gravity gives the stone a terrifying speed, and the speed, combined with the weight, becomes unparalleled!

Not to mention fragile skeletons and mummies, even the tallest stitching monsters can't resist this power, and they are instantly shattered into pieces!

A wave of air cavalry bombing, although a tongue-in-cheek tactic, also created a bit of confusion in the army of the undead.

The skeleton archers among the Resurrectionists were not slow to react, and they all raised their heads and shot arrows into the sky. But with their lame archery skills and strength, it was completely impossible to threaten the dragon beasts hundreds of blades in the air, but instead the arrows fell and trampled many of their kind.

The air cavalry glided home, and the bed crossbows mounted in the castle began to wield.

The dwarf man's upper body showed his bison-like muscles, shouting a trumpet to push the bed crossbow along the slide to the firing position, and the spear-like steel crossbow was already in place.

"Bang!" the gray-bearded dwarven elder waved the two red and yellow flags vigorously, the green tendons on his forehead bulging, and he shouted the old dwarven command in a hoarse voice.

"Bang!"

Robina has a natural spirituality in mechanical design, and since coming to Alpine Castle, his carefree life has given him more time and energy to perfect his work. Coupled with the fact that the lord is full of strange knowledge that he doesn't know where to come from, it really helps him a lot.

After two iterations, today's bed crossbow is much more powerful than the prototype that Richard saw in the dwarven tribe at the beginning!

The nearest undead were still three thousand yards away, almost as small as ants to the naked eye. At this unconventional distance, which can make almost any ranged weapon desperate, the bed crossbow of Alpine Fort is hard to keep on target, but it is still extremely powerful!

With the density of the army of the undead, you don't need to be accurate at all, and it's hard to miss with your eyes closed!

The most penetrating conical crossbow arrows crossed two thousand yards in an instant, and almost each of them had to pass through a dozen bodies to barely stop, and suddenly the vanguard was knocked out in unison.

And that's just the first round!

The dwarven elders waved their flags as if they were deadly, and the sappers immediately pushed the winch back to rewind it in preparation for the next round of design.

"Huh?" The lord, who was holding the binoculars and intently observing the enemy's situation, suddenly raised his eyebrows.

The reason why the air cavalry and the bed crossbow were to attack from a distance of 2,000 yards was to destroy the enemy's living forces as much as possible, but in fact, there was also an important purpose for fire reconnaissance.

You must know that even something as generally dull as the undead will behave completely differently when cannon fodder and elite are attacked.

Through the test of firepower, you can more realistically distinguish the strength and weakness of the virtual and real of the entire tide of the undead, and it is far from being easily blinded by illusions like the eyes. In order to allow enough time to properly adjust the troops before the ensuing full-scale confrontation remains.

This hand is still Seedorf's suggestion, but it is not really a very profound thing. But for the officers of Alpine Fort, who were not ashamed of their recklessness, they were shocking enough.

This temptation really revealed something.

Richard suddenly noticed that a small wave of undead was behaving very abnormally.

Judging people by their appearance is superficial, but it is very applicable to the undead. The higher the level of the resuscitator, the closer to the living, and some choose to go on the hideous and terrifying route without looking back, scaring Anne a lot by their looks. But the undead who have the ability to maintain the appearance of a living person must be of no lower rank, without exception!

There are more than 20 undead in the tide, except for their gray complexion, their appearance is almost the same as that of a living person, and they can't see ** festering on their bodies at all.

Moreover, although their clothes were very shabby, they were still much more decent than the other miscellaneous soldiers with only a few strands of cloth hanging from them.

If this can be explained by the shortness of death, their stress response is even more revealing-

Whenever they are attacked, these twenty or so undead who look like living people have obvious actions of watching and dodging, and if necessary, they will even use other large undead to act as meat shields to protect themselves, and their ability to seek advantage and avoid harm is obviously stronger than those stupid miscellaneous soldiers.

If you can show this kind of intelligence, you are definitely not an ordinary undead. Don't look at the little dragon soul Thutmose is so weak, he is suffering in quantity, and the quality alone is actually very worthy of the identity of the dragon before his death.

So even if they look like a group of old, weak, sick and disabled peasants, their identities can't be concealed at all - high-level immortals!

The lord looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and immediately shocked the people around him, so he was confident that he had found the enemy's lifeline - because the low-level miscellaneous soldiers were purely driven by instinct, the undead army often had to be maintained by a few high-ranking members.

Defeat them first, and the entire army of the undead will become a plate of scattered sand for others to slaughter, which is a very economical option.

"Concentrate your firepower, exchange for the Oblivion Steel Crossbow Arrows, and kill those deflated ones for me!" Richard shouted with one hand, even briefly overpowering the loud trumpets of the dwarf soldiers.

The free fire suddenly stopped, and after a moment of brewing, with a "click", dozens of crossbow arrows rose into the air in unison!

The dwarf soldiers all know one truth -- since it is difficult to maintain accuracy at a distance of 3,000 yards, it is necessary to use a salvo to make up for the accuracy! No matter what bull ghosts and snake gods you are, as long as you eat one of my demon annihilation crossbow arrows, there is no reason to be immortal!

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

Carlos felt that he and his entire parishioners must have been abandoned by the gods.

They had been praying together for a whole quarter of an hour, and the situation had not only not improved, but had become worse and worse.

The forces of the local lords were even more powerful than previously imagined, and the abundance of means dazzled Carlos, who had only read basic and old-fashioned writings. I can't help but wonder if the world is moving so fast, and even the local lords have more powerful armies than the kings of a hundred years ago.

First, a wyvern swooped down and threw stones, and at that time he and the parishioners were on the verge of striking range. With a little care, it's easy to avoid the disaster.

But when the bed crossbow then started firing, the good luck ended there.

Their position was in the key care area, and when they saw with their own eyes that the crossbow arrow could pierce through a dozen undead at once, no one would be arrogant enough to be ready to resist with their bodies.

Carlos had to flee with his parishioners, trying to escape by hiding behind the big undead. But fate did not favor these poor people who were bent on survival, but the Grim Reaper opened his blood-colored eyes.

The crossbow bolts that landed around became denser and denser, and the large ones that could act as meat shields fell one after another. Although there have been no casualties among the parishioners for the time being, it is only a matter of time before this continues.

Carlos was as anxious as an ant in a hot pot, but he couldn't think of anything to do.

Just now, there was a high-ranking elf lich nearby, who was calm and calm in the face of the crossbow arrow attack, and after chanting, he held up a circle of Stygian Fire shields and covered himself tightly.

Carlos thought it would be okay to hide behind him, but before he could lead the parishioners over, a crossbow arrow pierced through the magic shield in one fell swoop. The imposing elven lich didn't say a word, and turned into a corpse again and fell down on the spot, even his head was gone!

God knows if it's the elven lich's spell-casting level and a puddle of mud, or if the crossbow bolts are really powerful!

Along with the magic shield shattered, there was Carlos' optimism.

He sighed and raised his foot to kick a skeleton soldier to death, snatching a rusty two-handed sword. With a roar, a jet-black flame ignited on the blade, like an abyssal Jedi that devoured everything.

Look for the right time and swing your sword like lightning!

With a loud "bang", a crossbow bolt was slashed down in the air, revealing a strength far more powerful than the elven lich.

Carlos's face changed drastically, and the long sword in his hand also broke into several pieces and fell.

He has been praised by the elders as a once-in-a-century genius since he can remember, and getting his hands on the sect's secret tome is as easy as drinking water, and he has never been disadvantaged! If it weren't for the protection of the cultists, escaping the undead alone would not be more difficult for him than looking at the tattoos!

Carlos still thought that he was a master of the field, but now it seems that living in the wilderness is inevitably short-sighted, and he has long been unable to keep up with the times. With a mere crossbow arrow, he actually cleared a full third of his fighting energy reserves!

"What to do?" the parishioners trembled with fear.

"That's the only way to go. Carlos held out his thumb to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"But that is not in accordance with the canons of the doctrine......"

"There is no other choice now!"

A salvo of one hundred and twenty crossbows is coming, and it is only a waste of precious life to continue to hesitate.