In the rescue team camp, Dongdong and Marisa live in the same house, this house is very close to the barracks where the guards are stationed, and the accompanying guards have been carefully protecting these two special children, whether they are Dongdong or Marisa, when they go out, there will always be two or three guards quietly following them.

In order to get the militia uncle back, Dongdong spent a long time in the refugee settlement, and when she returned, she found Marisa asleep on the table.

She seemed to want to wait for Knock to come back, but she had just finished her trip today and was called to a banquet in the Patrol Corps' fortress, which was enough to drain all the energy of a child, and Marisa didn't make it until Knock came back and fell asleep.

Also having just finished her trip, Knock Knock is much stronger than Marisa, and she even has the energy to go to the refugee settlement to help, because Knock Knock has adapted to the fatigue state, and she was much more tired than she is when she was placed in the 'shrine' in Bologna.

I don't know how to evaluate this spirit, does it mean that she has perseverance? Or is she just stupid?

Before Dong Dong boiled herself down, it was difficult for you to find out that she was abnormal, and she didn't know how hard and tired she was......

When Dongdong returned, Marisa was reading the books and notes she had brought from Herne Manor, and even brought the magic guide book with her, not many people here could read, so they didn't know what Marisa was reading, and the priests and some aristocratic officers who came with her could read, but they didn't care what Marisa was reading.

Books and papers were messed up on the table in the room, and in the faint candlelight, Dong Dong saw the blonde girl sleeping with her face on the page.

The little one didn't disturb her friend's sleep, she went to the table and began to sort out the scattered papers and books on it.

The names of the books are very strange, and Dongdong, who has limited ink in his head, doesn't know what these books are recorded, and there are a lot of calculation formulas and geometric patterns on the scattered paper, and Dongdong also can't understand these things, but he just thinks it's very powerful.

Don't underestimate the theology, occultism and alchemy of the ancients, although in the eyes of modern people, these are just tricks to pretend to be gods, but at that time, learned scholars studied it as a formal science, and if you want to learn these things, it is impossible to have enough mathematical and geometric skills, and Marisa is making up for her own evil.

Dongdong, who was cleaning up the table, suddenly found a piece of paper that she could read in the mess of pages, which made her very happy.

“Pat…… chou…… li·Know…… ledge（パチュリー·ノーレッジ）？ Flandru· Scarlet（フランドール·スカーレット）？ Alice (アリス·後略)? Who are these people? ”

The Kikyo inheritance allowed Dongdong to master a language, but then the situation was that the little guy was thrown into another language environment before he could get familiar with this language, and the Spartan education of the colonel was very effective, so that Dongdong's language system was completely fixed.

But once the language is learned, it is difficult to forget, so Dong Dong can stumble to read the three names on the paper, and the last one is too long and complicated because the pronunciation behind it is too long and complicated, so that the little guy can't read it at all.

This piece of paper is the name of the three authors of the magic book written by Melly, but there was an emergency at the time, so Dongdong didn't have time to read it, and none of the first three names Dongdong knew (only if you knew there was a ghost), but the fourth name on it was a person that Dongdong knew.

“Mari…… sa· Kiri…… same？ Marisa? Fog and rain? …… Marisa? ”

This discovery did not surprise the little one, for she had forgotten what the paper was for.

If Melly had known about this, she would have jumped up and yelled at Marisa's nose.

"It's out of shape! You old witch who has lived for hundreds of years and is still pretending to be a little girl! ”

But our Miss Maalubelli, who is haunted by endless official duties with her brother, will not be here at all.

Knock didn't care about the page, but she didn't feel sleepy at all after she cleaned up the table, so the little guy took out a pile of paper and a pen from her small bag, sat down next to Marisa and began to draw.

Xiao Maoyu's painting skills are still as bad as ever, I'm afraid that even the level of ordinary primary school students is not as good, and with the logo of the kindergarten teacher, I can only barely give the little guy's work about 60 points......

But Dong Dong was very happy to paint, this time she did not paint the past, but painted the refugee settlement she had just been to and the militia who almost died.

After drawing this, Knock tilted her head, then grinned, and she began to draw Marisa sleeping next to her again, and she drew very, very seriously, although in the end she only drew a monster.

If Marisa were to see the painting, I think she would have cried.

The two little ones were awakened by the shrill sound of horns, accompanied by the chaotic movement of the camp.

The scouts of the Legion hurried back to the fortress in the early hours of the morning and reported a terrible piece of information to the commander here.

A battle was taking place ten miles from the fortress, between undead monsters and human soldiers.

The human soldiers seemed to be very elite, but they weren't in great shape, and by the time the scouts came back to report, they were already at a disadvantage. It's just a hard hold under the siege of the undead.

One thing that is very unusual is that there are very many undead who attack this army, the number of this army is only two hundred, and the number of undead monsters besieging is thousands, and the undead of this size have never entered such a close distance of the fortress.

The commander of the fortress, who smelled the smell of the anomaly, immediately ordered all his forces to be gathered to rescue the attacked army.

The battle horns sounded throughout the fortress, and the refugee camp reacted quickly, concentrating women and children in a tent, while young and able-bodied men took up arms and followed the militia to defend the tents behind them.

They thought that the undead had attacked the fortress, and they were relieved only when they saw the large group of cavalry rushing out of the city gate and galloping away into the distance—the undead did not attack, but the soldiers here were just nervous.

The rescuers also reacted quickly, they changed into functional equipment, and transformed from priests who saved lives and helped the wounded into qualified soldiers, without doubt...... These guys are all experienced in combat.

Knock and Marisa were the ones to be protected, so they were carried by the soldiers to the Patrol Regiment's fortress in a sleepy eye, which was undoubtedly safer than the camp outside when the main force left.

As everyone knows, these situations have been seen by some well-intentioned people.

"That rescue team is really not ordinary, it is their guards, and the most elite knights under my command are no more than that."

"These people are entitled to seek refuge in the fortress of this group of barbarians when the situation is critical, and we will be denied entry if we want to go inside, which means that their status is very special to these barbarian soldiers."

"The Dawn Myth...... Is it the cult that is rumored to be the Chinese Academy of Sciences fighting against the natural scourge of the undead? What are they doing here? ”

The watchers in the shadows whispered, and one of them suddenly spoke to them with an oath.

"I think the secret of this cult team lies in the imps inside, there will be no such imps in a team that fools those fools, and the officers of this fortress are even protecting that imp."

The man who spoke was the Viscount who had been driven away, and he had been wondering why he had been driven out since he returned.

"There's more than one imp, I also saw one in the settlement today, it is said that she saved a militiaman who was almost dead, and saved his almost ruined arm, I bet she must have used evil magic!"

Another person spoke out of the information he had noticed, and the two children were too conspicuous in the ranks of the priests.

"Hey! Maybe we can learn the secrets of the Order of Dawn Myth through them, and if they really have the power to fight the undead, then we are the heroes who got this secret for the kingdom. ”

An ambitious voice shouted.

"The power against the undead should not belong to this group of barbaric Goths, it should belong to the great Frankish kingdom!"

"Less dreaming. I've heard those myths...... It's just a bunch of dream words, recognize the reality! We are sinners. ”

According to the decrees of the Frankish kingdom, nobles who lost their territories were most likely to become sinners and be stripped of their titles of nobility if they could not restore their honor, and those who held military positions were even sent to the gallows, so these people often chose to flee.

These people immediately calmed down, they lost their army and territory, let alone become the heroes of the kingdom, and even the respect of the refugees of the kingdom could not be obtained, the people of these outer fiefdoms originally lacked recognition of the rule of the Frankish kingdom, even the Franks who moved from their own country only had confidence in the four great nobles.

Now they had fled to Otogot, apparently intent on becoming the subjects of this barbarian, so that they would not follow this group of negligent nobles who could not provide them with shelter.

Although the heroic resistance of the four Frankish nobles has saved some hearts and minds of the people in the kingdom, the loss of the country's prestige and the danger of undead monsters make it difficult for the people to live in peace, they will try their best to go to a safe place, and the meaning of the kingdom's army is also to make a gesture to their own people - the kingdom can protect you, folks, don't run, come back!

Although the cavalry rushing out of the patrol corps looked very confused, when they arrived near the battlefield, surprisingly not a single one was left behind, and they quickly lined up in four rows under the supervision of the commander, quietly waiting for the fighters.

The undead scourge who was busy besieging the human army did not notice the cavalry that appeared behind him, and most of the undead grassroots commanders were necromancers, these guys had no military literacy, and they only knew one tactic - summoning a large number of walking dead to rush forward, and that's it.

The time for the power of the Scourge to be displayed in front of the world is still very short, there is nothing in the Cult of the Cursed except a group of brainwashed madmen, there are no sober people to study how to command the undead to fight, and the death knights who know how to fight have no status in the undead scourge, they are only put into the battlefield as the only cavalry sequence of the undead scourge, to put it bluntly, they are just high-level soldiers who are more powerful than abomination, even if they are heroic units.

The Lich, Banshee, and Necromancer have a firm grip on the military chain of command of the Scourge of the Dead, and they are all members of the Cult of the Damned.

The commander of this undead legion is a master necromancer, due to the recent snowballing of the undead team, even the master caster has become overflowing, the leader of the Cursed God Cult who attacked Bologna with the Cursed God Cult back then is also a master necromancer, but now he is only a small person in the Dead Legion.

Now the army of such a small man also has three hundred ghouls, twenty abominations, and more than a hundred necromancers and banshees, and if the force that raided Bologna at that time had been so strong, perhaps the city would have fallen.

"This group of humans is almost overwhelmed! Their front is crumbling, their fighters are exhausted! Let the abomination be pressed all up, and there is no need to keep the reserves! ”

The necromancer was so pleased with the feeling of commanding a 'thousand troops' that he felt that he was a great man and that he should be a great general rather than a small tax collector under the Carolingian family.

He knew that he was besieging a true general or a noble man, and it made him feel even greater that he was great, and these noble men were struggling to support themselves in front of his own army, and he sent out the abomination that protected the spellcaster, ready to deliver the final blow to the group of humans.

What happened next, however, proved the difference between a professional war lover and an amateur war enthusiast.

Even when it comes to winning on the cards, professional commanders will try to make sure they have cards to play, while hot-headed gamblers will take the opportunity to throw out their cards in one go, which can easily be overturned by unexpected situations.

The patrol cavalry caught the other party's forgetfulness, and the necromancer had expected the humans of Ottogoth to retreat into the fortress, like the besieged human villages, and watch their allies annihilate and stand still.

But this group of human cavalry not only came, but also came very decisively, and after entering the battlefield, they were also very calm, and when the eight hundred cavalry stepped on from behind, the commander of the undead legion even thought that he was dreaming.

The necromancers, who were busy summoning skeletons from corpses, didn't have enough magic to deal with the knights who suddenly killed them, and the banshees did cause some casualties to the cavalry, but their numbers were too small to stop the opponent's four waves of charges.

Although the patrol cavalry is light cavalry, they are still equipped with hand-made ring armor, and their usual combat style is normal cavalry dogfighting, but there are also many tactics outside of functional buildings, such as a round of javelins before engaging the enemy in a short battle.

There are no such units as the Javelinmen in the functional building system, but their on-the-spot lethality is terrifying.

After the first two rows of cavalry were killed, the team of Scourge spellcasters was wiped out, including their commander.

The rear cavalry began to change formation, preparing to cut through the encirclement of the walking dead and make contact with the people inside, and without the caster's endless skull meat shield as a cover, the undead ghouls began to suffer huge losses, and the stupid abomination of losing the commander stupidly stepped out of their own defenses.

The battle ended at dawn.