"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

"Prepare the oil! Down! ”

Commander Durand has been commanding the city, and from time to time he has to take his own guards to kill the enemy.

The ghouls not only attacked the city walls with their claws, but also climbed the city little by little by building a human ladder.

Three or four ghouls stabbed their claws into the crevices of the wall, and the ghouls climbed up their arms and shoulders, and the ghouls again searched for the gaps in the masonry of the wall to build a ladder for the ghouls who followed.

There is really not much to praise about this kind of human ladder built up little by little, it is clumsy and much more primitive than human ladders and various engineering tools, but they are stronger than ladders in that they are very firm, and the ladder can be pushed away, and this kind of human ladder can not be pushed.

Like ants, a large number of ghouls stepped on their companions, roared and began to climb the twelve-meter-high walls.

Some young soldiers found that their bows and arrows could not shoot the ghouls, so they tried to poke their heads out of the walls to shoot, only to be pulled back by the veterans.

The benefits of not hastily expanding the army were manifested, and the number of veterans was still greater than that of new recruits.

The veterans are quite experienced, and in the face of crazy undead, they actually have fear, but not so strong, and they can occasionally laugh with the recruits around them.

After all, the tactics of the undead are quite simple, as long as the human soldiers overcome their own fears, have armor, and have sharp weapons, the human will have the upper hand.

There are only a few ways to defend the city, Garrod. Shadow Song doesn't have any other suggestions, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, let's fight!

"The enemy is already impatient, and our odds are great." Garrod. Shadow Song has been fulfilling this duty as a military advisor, occasionally saying words of encouragement to strengthen Vanessa's conviction to continue resisting.

"I believe in my soldiers."

Vanessa hadn't gotten to the point of panic yet, and she had a few points in her mind.

Old Fording's western garrison fortress is also fighting hard, the undead legion soldiers are divided into two ways to fight them, and they also disperse the forces of the undead legion, humans are elite, the undead are also elite, soldier to soldier, general to general, now you have to grit your teeth and persevere, there is no other good way.

"Raise my banner! Tell the soldiers that I am with them! Vanessa shouted, and the prepared soldiers immediately raised the sky-blue banner of King Lordaeron, which also had the emblem of the Minethil family and the scepter mark representing her ruling status.

The royal banner with magical brilliance could be seen from any angle, and the soldiers, who were already somewhat tired, were immediately encouraged.

"For Lordaeron!" An old soldier threw away his bow and arrows, picked up a spear from the side, and stabbed at the city without looking.

The recruits did the same, raising their spears to attack the ghouls who swung up like a tidal wave.

"Steady! Hold on, don't panic! These things aren't that scary! "The veterans are all serving as squad leaders, shouting and cheering, encouraging the recruits and sequencing their attacks.

It can be said that these veterans are wealth.

They work in squads, with recruits at the back and veterans at the front, using formations to kill undead soldiers.

"Old fellow, did you really fight these monsters?" A recruit asked his companion tremblingly.

said that he was an old guy, but in fact, he was thirty years old, and the veteran had a hideous scar on the left side of his face, which made his appearance a little ruthless.

He snorted nonchalantly, drew his sword and stabbed one of the ghouls into the eye socket, then flew up and kicked the ghoul off the wall.

Recruits are cooperating with veterans, infantry is covering archers, mages are constantly using a wide range of spells to clear out patches of enemies, and cavalry is more like a group of ghosts, who will always appear at the most opportune moment to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy's weak points.

After fending off the first wave of the undead army's onslaught, humanity's fear quickly subsided and they became more and more skillful in cooperating.

The battlefield was a bit chaotic, some people died in battle, and some people made up for it.

The young soldier, who also knew the name of his companion, saw a ghoul crawling up from the side, and the ghoul appeared right in the blind spot of his companion's line of sight.

"Be careful!" He only had time to scream when he noticed someone stepping on his lower back, and as he bent down, the other man jumped lightly over his head.

The lone hero Kishane can't command, but the ability to fight alone is not to be said, the long sword cuts horizontally, and the ghoul who is ready to sneak attack is cut in two.

"Watch both sides!" This time, he wore a piece of chain mail, but he still didn't wear a helmet, and he still wore a red turban on his head.

Like a firefighter, he kept running back and forth at the head of the city, rushing to wherever the situation was critical.

"Kishan! I think I hear your name? Are you also on the battlefield? Come and meet old friends! "A Death Knight in dark blue armor and a steel rune sword rushed up to the city, like an indestructible wall, and five soldiers stabbed him in the chest with spears in hand, only to cut the shafts of the spears with one sword, and then slash the throats of three soldiers with a sword, and then brutally smashed the back of one of the soldiers who tried to escape with his fist.

"Humans are waste!" With great force, he picked up one of the corpses and smashed it on the head of the last soldier, head to head, and the soldier also fell in a pool of blood, blood mixed with brains, and the death was horrific.

Kishan rushed over in three steps and two steps, and when he saw this death knight, his expression was momentarily dull, and a not-so-distant memory immediately surfaced.

The Death Knight sneered heartily: "Old friend, you didn't expect that, right? Instructor Rasousvios, brutally executed and spurned by the townspeople of Lakeside Town, is back! They say I'm taking refuge in the dead? I'm going to take refuge with them now! Haha——! ”

Kishan's expression was grim: "I will help you free, your noble personality should not be subservient to the army of the undead!" ”

He pushed away the soldiers who were ready to assist him, an enemy he knew very well that ordinary soldiers were no opponents at all.

He sped up and slashed his sword at the Death Knight's head.

According to his understanding and Lordaeron's official propaganda, these dead people who have regained their mobility just have the same memory, and they are not the same as the person before they were alive.

Regardless of whether this propaganda strategy is correct or not, at least at the level of ordinary soldiers, ordinary people will not study what the six origins of the world are, let alone know the relationship between the Lich King and Kil'Gardan, they agree with the official explanation, and find a righteous reason for their own extermination of the undead, and that is enough.

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