The mutation occurs on the second day of the Frost and Mist Season.

At first, it was just weak skeletons roaming outside the town, but then the number of undead began to gradually increase, and even skeleton warriors with weapons in hand were mixed in, and the slightest mistake caused the townspeople to be injured.

Because of the sudden disruption of the plan, Angela had to stop other work and focus on strengthening the fortifications on the outskirts of the town.

Unfortunately, by the time the skeleton mage appeared a few days earlier, the rudimentary fortifications had lost their effectiveness: a single fireball was often enough to blow up the earthen walls that the townsfolk had spent all day building.

If it weren't for the relatively small number of skeleton mages, and a few brave hunters in the town risked their lives to run out and take the lead in killing the skeleton mages who posed the greatest threat to the town, I am afraid that the town would have been lost that day.

But even so, the situation in the town is getting worse and worse, and now the townspeople have had to abandon the outer walls and retreat into the town, relying on the recently built dwellings as the center for defense.

After all, compared to other houses in the town that have been in disrepair for a long time, these newly built houses are wooden structures, but they are surprisingly strong, and even if they are hit by a fireball, they do not move at all, and there is no intention of burning.

It is precisely because of the existence of these seemingly impregnable dwellings, and the 'reinforcements' that Angela has repeatedly mentioned from the beginning, that the morale of the townspeople has not collapsed to this day, and it has remained to the extent that they can still resist.

"That being said, it's almost the limit......"

Angela, the only one who could see the durability of the house, stayed in the center of the house, scratching the back of his head with some irritation.

Although all the dwellings still appear to be in good condition, in fact, the original long durability strip is only a thin layer of bloody skin, which is already crumbling.

And because the lord game system doesn't provide weapons, the townsfolk use to fight the undead, in addition to some basic equipment for hunters, only farm tools.

When the battle enters the quagmire of the current war of attrition, the reserves of weapons are almost depleted - after all, unlike in the game, inferior iron weapons will curl their blades after cutting two or three enemies, and the hunter's arrows can be recycled and reused, and most weapons will be useless after almost a battle.

If there's one worse thing than that, it's that since the appearance of the skeleton shooter in the undead yesterday, townsfolk have been killed one after another.

Although the three deceased were all old people who didn't have time to dodge the arrows because of their old age, you must know that the total population of the entire town is only 29 people, which is a tenth less at once!

The door was violently opened from the outside, startling Angela, who was still in deep thought.

Vera walked in through the door, she dusted off the snowflakes on her fur hat, and as soon as she entered the door, she couldn't wait to ask, "My lord, when will the reinforcements you said will arrive?" Everyone is almost unable to hold on! ”

Angela said to himself, if I had known, I would have spoken out to boost morale.

However, on the surface, he must not say such a thing, otherwise the little morale of the townspeople will collapse completely.

"Don't worry, reinforcements are coming, now you just need to hold on to this place as much as possible." Angela replied.

Responding to him was naturally Vera's skeptical gaze.

Angela sighed imperceptibly and got up from her chair: "It doesn't make sense to lie to you like this at this time, does it?" Well, I'll be involved in the next defense, so you should be able to rest assured, right? ”

Vera's expression was still a little suspicious, but the girl nodded stiffly, and then walked out of the room first.

As soon as he left the safety of his home, Angra felt an indescribable sense of tension.

Seriously, the undead are not fierce, and the undead are much more leisurely than the wars between humans, and the inhabitants behind the improvised lines piled up in wooden crates even have time to drink a bowl of steaming wheat porridge - the undead are more likely to wander around than attack, and only start attacking when they perceive the breath of the creatures.

Because of this, if you are surrounded by undead, if you want to break through, you will attract the attention of more undead, and once you are surrounded by a large number of skeletons, even Krum, the best hunter in the whole town, will not be able to escape.

Angela knew very well that this kind of defense seemed so easy that even ordinary civilians could withstand it, but in fact, because the undead did not get tired and did not need to sleep, it could be said that they were attacking the defense line without interruption for twenty-four hours, and this kind of attack was not strong but continued to destroy and wear down the spirit and will of the defenders, and eventually make them mentally exhausted and even collapsed......

That being said, until there is no better way, Angela and they can only keep fending off the attacks from the undead.

"We must have been deceived by this nobleman!" Another day later, the strings of reason in the mind of a young hunter finally snapped, and his bloodshot eyes, which lacked rest, pointed at Angela with a machete full of gaps: "There are no reinforcements at all!" We're all going to die here! It's all over! ”

With that, with a look of despair and madness on his face, he brandished the machete that had been used to cut down the vines in the woods, and slashed towards Angra.

Angra, who had managed to defeat a skeleton warrior with great difficulty, was in a state of semi-prostration, unable to dodge the opponent's sudden attack.

It's over.

I didn't expect to die at the hands of the undead, but at the hands of my own people. The thought popped into Angra's mind, and he thought it was ironic.

However, at this moment, Vera, who was also very tired, stepped forward and helped Angela block the blow, and kicked the young hunter to the ground.

"Save your strength to cut down the undead, and get out if you don't want to live!"

"But Sister Vera...... The town is surrounded by skeletons, and there is simply no way that reinforcements will cross these skeletons to save us! The young hunter's expression was contorted, and he cried out in a heart-rending voice, "It must be this nobleman! He must have lured the undead here! ”

"Idiot, what am I bringing the undead for, am I killing myself?"

Angela muttered in a voice that was just audible to the other.

Vera glanced at him, then turned to the hunter and said, "At this point, all we can do is believe in the reinforcements. ”

At this moment, the townsfolk who were guarding the other direction suddenly shouted, "Skeleton Knight, it's Skeleton Knight!" ”

Angela and Vera reacted in unison and ran in that direction.

Then they saw not far away, a heavily armed skeleton knight riding a huge bony horse with armor and blue flames burning with its mane and eyes, like a steamroller, easily smashing the old houses of the town to pieces, and speeding towards the houses in the center of the town.

Suddenly, Angela couldn't stop breaking out in a cold sweat - judging from the current durability of the dwelling, it would be useless to be hit by this thing!

He couldn't help but think to himself, this is really the end......