The knights in the castle and the defensive structure of the castle itself are put together, and for the average army, it is not a bone that can be easily gnawed off -

This point Notson and Melville especially have a deep experience, in half a month, the undead troops brought by the two have lost three or four out of ten, if this battle loss ratio is placed in the noble private soldiers or ordinary human legions, it is enough to cause morale to collapse, and then the entire army sequence is scattered.

However, the undead have such a great advantage. After suffering heavy casualties, they remained calm and steady, standing in formation outside Kingfisher Castle.

"Lord Notson!"

Seeing Notson's arrival, Robo Bo hurriedly bowed and saluted, his ugly face suddenly squeezed out an ugly smile, but fortunately it was a dimly lit night, so that people could not clearly see the red or green pitted skin and pimples.

"It's time for the final assault on this castle tonight."

Rarely, Notson looked extremely calm at this time, he glanced at the fat cave man who looked like a toad around him, and his gaze quickly swept over the "black rangers" under his command-

These guys are from Diel, from his family, and compared to the other undead, this team of more than fifty people is the core power he controls.

"Your Excellency, please instruct."

The members of the "Black Rangers" were originally scattered in this small woods, but at some point, they got up and came to Notson one after another, gathered and formed an orderly array - compared to the ordinary undead troops, this team's temperament has a special sense of slaughter.

"When you climb the walls, I hope you can form a covering suppression of the fire of those knights and guards, not too dense, just keep a suitable frequency."

"Understood, sir."

The members of the Black Ranger saluted in unison, and they unleashed their black cloth cloaks, revealing the same black leather armor inside.

"And, Robo."

Notsson's gaze was fixed on the caveman, "I hope your spells don't disappoint me." ”

"Ah—Lord Notson, all I can promise is that I'll do my best."

"Do your best?"

Notson's tone changed suddenly, and the air around him seemed to be a little colder, Luo Bo couldn't help but shudder, he nodded, "Your Excellency, please rest assured, I will definitely do my best to take the castle." ”

"Victory is tonight!"

He shouted loudly, deafening, as if trying to stir up the lifeless and oppressive atmosphere in the undead troops, but unfortunately, the "black rangers" around him only showed the eyes of idiots.

"These guys, I'll make them regret it."

Notson had already turned away, and Robo hid his face in the shadows, gritting his teeth and whispering in his heart.

It's seven o'clock in the evening.

Throughout the day, from sunrise to dusk, Melville spent almost all of his time in the camp, hiding in his own big tent, no one knew what he was doing, not even the supreme commander of the undead army, Notson, did not pay much attention to the lich—

By nightfall, however, the lich had already stepped out, walking side by side with Notterson, observing the movement of the army.

"The probability of winning a battle should be more than seventy percent."

He said—

The pale phalanx held a long staff, and he withdrew his gaze from the bright light of the castle's fire. There are more than a hundred human beings in it, half of them are human knights with high-level strength or above, and those human knights have already stepped into the first stage of awakening.

The strength of the enemy is not weak.

Compared to the total number of combat power above the inaugural rank, the undead side is even at a disadvantage, and the only two strong men they have are the awakened high-level Notson and the Lich Melville himself.

"It's worth a try."

After Melville said this, he returned to silence—

Notson nodded, acknowledging the lich's fair answer, in fact, after most of the month of fighting, he already knew how difficult these human knights in the castle were.

besieged the castle, but inadvertently caught a lot of big fish, but he may not have enough strength to win these big fish.

Therefore, when the lich Melville said that he had a seventy percent chance of winning the battle, he couldn't help but look up at the gray-white spire of the castle's building, where a square emblem belonging to the Earl of Wolf's family was planted—

The emblem flag flutters in the wind.

Of course, if all goes well, that flag will be his trophy after this night has passed.

"We'll need at least an hour, and I've looked at the battlefield, and there aren't many places to set up large circles, so it's hard to summon a large number of creatures at the same time...... So, I need to set up more summon points. ”

Not too many people noticed that every time the lich Melville walked a distance, he sprinkled some silver liquid from his fingers, and after these liquids landed, they did not melt into the dirt, but flowed on the ground, as if following some special law, forming strange symbols-

This is the high-level Lich's necromantic summoning, and its greatest role in a battle is to provide enough cheap cannon fodder.

It's just that the strength of the lich Melville is only at the beginning of awakening, so he has to use the magic circle to assist in casting.

Notson stood proudly in the night.

However, all the people, including the knights inside the castle and the undead outside the castle, did not notice the few lowly human figures in the bushes on the hill.

"Chief, what are the undead doing?"

Someone lowered his voice and asked. The firelight on the castle walls illuminated the surroundings, and they also dimly saw the assembled undead troops.

"I don't know, it looks like two senior commanders from the undead troops, well, they're getting closer. Oliver, don't lift your head! ”

Gross exclaimed, and he slapped Oliver on the back, nearly missing a mouthful of dirt.

"It's Notson, I recognize one, and the other, probably the Lich, maybe Melville. They are our worst enemies in this battle. By the way, I remember that there was also an elite team of marksmen by his side, called the 'Black Rangers', each of whom had at least the pinnacle of strength......"

"Sounds a little tricky."

The "Redbeard" Red, who spoke, said this out of inexplicable great confidence in the group leader, but there was no worry on his face.

"Don't forget, the knights in the castle belong to the Iris Knights."

Levin added on the sidelines. Scott looked at Gross, and he always felt that the image was familiar—after Gross and Miss Mage looked at each other, he also realized that the situation was very similar to the scene when they attacked Kingfisher Castle for the first time.

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