Cumberland's gaze swept over these young people one by one—

They were all official knights and knights attached to the Iris Knights, all of them with strong bodies and firm eyes, and when they heard the news of the attack of the undead from the chief knight Cumberland, not only did they not have any fear, but they were excited to try.

The morning sun focused on a patch of bright green leaves, and circles of light spread out—and below the trees were a procession of well-armed knights, standing with their swords in their hands, as tall as javelins.

"There are no more undead outside the castle than there are us."

Evans replied—Notson and his men had arrived outside Kingfisher's Castle, and the perimeter of the castle was bare, with almost nothing but a ring of low bushes—and the Death Knight, who claimed to be Diel's first marksman, saw a figure suddenly appear in the castle's watchtower, and quietly raised his longbow and mounted a gray bone arrow.

The bowstring, glowing with a deadly light, was being pulled apart.

Unfortunately, the figure seemed to have just glanced at it and went down, his movements were good at making good use of the building bunker around him, and there was no guarantee that this arrow would kill his opponent.

"The number of people doesn't tell the whole story."

As a veteran knight, Cumberland poured cold water on his knights in time - the young knights were silent, but the content in their eyes showed that they still didn't care about the enemy this time.

"Viduka, let's compete again, who has more bones."

"Okay."

……

A hint of anger suddenly appeared on Notson's face, and he felt as if he had been nakedly molested by the figure, and as soon as he lowered his longbow, the figure on the watchtower came out again, and seemed to wave at him—

There was no doubt that the hateful creature had stomped his sensitive self-esteem, he gritted his teeth, his arms moved incredibly fast, an afterimage flashed in the air, and in an instant, the torn air let out a scream.

Whoever it is, must die!

The bone arrow turned into a gray streamer, and Evans on the watchtower felt a deep chill enough to clot blood lock onto his body, and subconsciously, he jumped lightly towards the watchtower-

The inaugural knight has a good physical quality, and the moment Evans fell to the ground, he rolled with agility, just right to avoid the arrow.

Bang!

The high-speed bone arrow hit the top of the watchtower, and after a bang, a thick cloud of smoke and dust rose from above, and the masonry turned into powder under the impact of great force, and the knights in the castle raised their heads one after another, drew their swords, and made a loud noise.

"Damn humans!"

"Permafrost Rose" Notson slashed his arm downward, a silent physical command - dense footsteps quickly forward, the figures under the black cloak half-bent their knees, and with the rhythmic action of pulling the bowstring "snort", large swaths of bone arrows rained through the parabola in mid-air, and then shot towards the castle.

"Black Rangers" squad!

Even in Dir, where there are many elite soldiers, this team of just over fifty people is a rare elite - the team members come from all races of the undead, but what they all have in common is that they are at least high-level in power, and are proficient in shooting and melee combat.

This time, most of the people in this team gave up riding the skeleton horses in order to facilitate their actions in the forest, but these did not have the slightest effect on their combat effectiveness, except for reducing their travel speed-

A pair of eyes that belonged to the undead and burned red soul fire raised their heads from the shadows under the cloak, but after a few seconds, they didn't hear the familiar screams.

The castle was silent.

"Notson, Sask's information tells us that there was once a whole army of knights stationed here, and I think maybe they were prepared for it."

Notson didn't speak, he withdrew his gaze from the castle's watchtower, and grabbed the collar of the figure in front of him—a thin, soft layer of nitrate leather was covered with a thin and soft layer of nitrate leather on the slender and powerful ten fingers, a pair of well-made leather gloves, and the angry death knight Notterson grabbed the collar of the man in front of him through this inconspicuous object.

The hood hangs down.

A round head was revealed, which looked like a not-so-fresh lychee, with large patches of brown, red, and green skin that indicated numerous granular bumps—the faces on the head were startled at first, then smiling.

Fat hands and legs dangled in the air a few times.

"Robo, if the purpose of your ugly frog's existence is only to make my ears uncomfortable, then I don't mind—"

Apparently, "Permafrost Rose" Notson had a very short temper, and his hand that lifted Robo's collar tightened tighter, almost strangulating the other - Ropo spat out a long, spurted red tongue that split like a snake letter, and his eyes bulging outward.

"Wait, Lord Notson, as your lieutenant general and military advisor, according to the rules of the army of the dead, you can't treat me so roughly. Also, I must correct the error in your words, I am not some kind of hellish cool-blooded animal, but a great caveman......"

A series of words were said quickly like tongue twisters, and the skin on Luo Bo's head covered with countless small sarcomas seemed to be even more ruddy, and he observed Notson's face, and when he saw that he did not speak, he eased slightly, and coughed twice:

"Dear Lord Notson, you should trust me. In fact, I had expected such a situation for a long time. In the history of the continent's past wars, there were not a few similar strongholds, not to mention, what was in front of him was just an insignificant small castle, which was far from a real fortress. ”

"Caveman Strategist" Robo seems to have insight into Notson's mind, and he knows that this Death Knight attaches great importance to the "Black Rangers" -

These people are not only part of the Deere army in this war, but also loyal subordinates of the Nottson family, and if it is not a last resort, the "Permafrost Rose" Nottson will never take them to do something that hurts both sides.

He wanted to take the castle, but he didn't want to pay the price.

This is a true portrayal of Notson's current psychology. In this regard, the cave man Luo Bo is like watching the fire.

"I have a good way of forcing the knights out of the castle."

He was quick to suggest.