The idea that Dane led the army over to grab some crafts is, of course, ridiculous. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

No matter how valuable those things are, they can't attract such power.

It's just that Michaud really can't figure out what the goals of Dane and his army are, and he can't think of any strategic value in Nancy.

In line with the principle that 'what the enemy wants to do, he must stop it, even if he doesn't know what his purpose is', Michaud constantly dispatched an army of the undead to besiege the Hindlaire.

Anyway, he has enough money in his hands now. No matter how fierce Schindlaire's team of 1,500 people was, the speed at which they could kill the enemy was very fast, but no matter how fast it was, it could not be faster than the speed at which the huge necromancy enchantment enchanted the undead that enveloped the entire dark jungle. And, all in all, those elves, humans, and dragons, there are only a small number of them, and now they are fierce, and after five or six hours? No matter how strong a knight is, he will be tired, and no matter how strong a mage is, there is a limit to his mana, and it is impossible for them to continue to fight like this forever. Five or six hours don't kill them, and five or six days, the total energy consumes them.

In other words, as long as these guys don't leave, sooner or later they will all be consumed by the undead.

With this in mind, Michaud's mind became settled again. He made up his mind never to show up in person, but his spirit was all over Nancy's court. He constantly gathers the army of the undead, and launches a non-stop offensive against those creatures.

At this moment, there are more than 100,000 undead gathered in Nancy's royal court, which is a hundred times that of the Hindlaire. And the number of the undead is growing!

Under the command of Michaud, a low-level cannon fodder force composed of a large number of zombies and skeletons, coupled with a considerable number of ghouls, frantically launched a fierce attack on the champion knights guarding the elven arch bridge.

Of course, these ghouls, zombies, and skeletons are unlikely to pose any threat to the powerful champion knights, and they are more or less destined for death.

However, the sending of death itself is the function of these lower undead.

Send and send, and Michaud will suddenly prepare a wave of slightly better troops such as Black Knights, Skeleton Cavalry, Ghouls, and Vampires to launch an attack on the champion knights.

Of course, even with such a change in the pace of the offensive, I don't think about what the championship knights will do. But, after all, the battle has been fought for so long, no matter how strong the champion knights are, no matter how sharp the spell support behind them is, it is also flesh and blood, and it is impossible to never get tired and never make mistakes.

In the first hour and a half of the battle, the Hindlaire suffered no casualties. By the time it was three hours, four champion knights had already been killed. By five hours, the number of casualties among the champion knights had increased to eleven.

At the same time, after such a long and fierce battle, more than a thousand undead gargoyles were killed, and seven bone dragons were destroyed, but the human air force also suffered a lot of losses. Two squadrons, more than sixty griffon cavalry were killed, and the scorpion cavalry also died a dozen, and a green dragon whose wings were torn and broken and fell to the ground, only to be swept up by a dense network of ant-like undead and gnawed to death.

The casualty ratio between the two sides is still very large, and the human elite, at a relatively small cost, has eliminated a very, very large number of undead. However, this is nothing to Michaud. What is the death of a few thousand heads, but less than ten thousand undead? After a day, I don't know how many necrons have risen back to join the fight.

Moreover, after fighting for so long, the fatigue of humans and elves has gradually begun to appear.

This is very clear to Mishaw, who uses the surveillance spell to observe the battlefield. The most obvious manifestation of this is that the druids and mages have become less frequent in their spell support for the champion knights on the front line; In the sky, the Schindlaire Air Force, which was arrogant and attacking everywhere at the beginning, has not fought much in the past hour, hovering over the Hall of the Elven King, and if the gargoyles do not break in, they will not take the initiative to attack.

All of this shows that the humans and elves have begun to get tired. They may be able to hold out for a while, but the casualties will surely gradually increase, and slowly, victory will fall into the hands of the dead.

The reality of the situation, as Michaud had predicted, developed step by step, until—

Until, six hours after the Hindlaires landed.

Michaud sensed a strange force rising from the Elven King's hall.

This power was actually not strange to him, it was the negative energy he was most familiar with, the smell of necromantic witchcraft.

But the question is, looking at the dragons and angels flying in the sky, the champion knights who display the power of the Light on the earth, and the druids who are immersed in balance and the ways of nature, where does necromancy come from?

Moreover, this negative force is so powerful that even he feels palpitations for it!

Suddenly, the earth trembled, and he saw a dark magic rising from the earth, completely enveloping the Elven King's hall.

A moment later, the picture that came back from his surveillance spell made him feel extremely surprised: the splendid style of the Elven King's Hall changed in an instant!

The outer walls of the hall were dyed gray and black in an instant, and the hue became single; The ruins of the temple stood tall again, with tall minarets rising and a gloomy green glow revealing through the Gothic-filled windows.

In the blink of an eye, the Elf King's Hall has completely changed into another look!

On closer inspection, it appears to be a Gothic cathedral, full of dark style, completely different from the opulence of the Nancy elves of the past.

And from this transformed dark cathedral, the surging dark energy spread rapidly outward. In the blink of an eye, the entire Nancy royal court was enveloped.

Subsequently, one by one, the elven buildings of the past became unrecognizable under the transformation of this dark force. One by one, tall spires appeared, and the power of necromancy filled the entire city.

Michaud could feel that in just a few minutes, the ruins of Nancy's royal court had been transformed into a huge city of the undead!

This is something that the Church of the Damned has wanted to do for the past few years, but has not been able to do. Now, it is being done at a rapid pace before his eyes.

What's even worse is that as a legendary archmage, he has no idea how such a magical thing happened!

A deep sense of unease rose in his heart, and no matter how familiar this dark magic was to him, he would not find it a good thing.

This is not a power that belongs to the Church of the Damned!