"A moment of silence to our brave warriors."

Behind him, the burning ghost town of Stratholme, Ares shouted. The eight Scarlet Veterans bowed their heads with heavy faces. They couldn't even cremate their companions. They can only let the undead destroy their bodies.

At the same time, looking at the burning city of the dead not far away, Ares suddenly felt a sense of relief, fortunately he crossed in time, and if it was a few minutes late, this body would probably be buried there.

At the same time, Ares also knew that this attack on Stratholm must not only be his own team, but also other troops, but at the moment, there was no time to find other survivors. The surviving soldiers, like Ares, longed to return to the shelter.

"Falck, bring me the map. We must return to the place where we set out and tell the great general Abydis the terrible news of the defeat of the crusaders. Hand of Tyr, yes, we must go back there. ”

After catching his breath, Ares ordered his men to bring the map, and for now, they must first study the route back to the city. There is a wood of hearthstone here......

"We will follow the road of Stratholme, and in four days we will reach the Hand of Tyr."

Four days...... As soon as Falk finished speaking, Ares had a rough idea of the actual geography of the place. In the past, it only took a few minutes to go from Stratholme to the Hand of Tyr, but now, it takes two whole days. The distance from Stratholme to the Hand of Tyr is not the farthest distance in the entire Eastern Plaguelands, that is, the entire Eastern Plaguelands spans a distance of at least three hundred kilometers.

"No, Captain, don't listen to him, we set out on the main road, and we were attacked by the undead along the way. Although this avenue is easy to walk, with our current manpower, another wave of undead troops, we are powerless to resist. ”

A blood-colored soldier with unkempt hair followed suit, offering the opposite opinion.

"And what do you mean?"

"Take the trail, the mountain road. Bypass Lake Porami. Pass through the Satik outpost and enter the crossroads. As long as you pass through the outpost, there will be a lot fewer undead. Their main force is in the area of Stratholme. Further along the path, we reach the periphery of the Hand of Tyr. ”

The Scarlet Soldier spoke next.

"No, don't listen to him, Lord Ares, who will kill us if you go that way. The mountain trails are rugged and the shores of Lake Borami littered with corpses, and the devil knows if there are necromancers there, and if there are, we will never be able to escape from them. We should take the big road, even if we encounter more undead, but it is still possible to encounter the knights who have rescued us. Otherwise, we will encounter the undead on the mountain road, and we will have to deal with it alone. No one is going to help us. ”

Falck, the veteran, then said. Sweat was pouring out of his face as he spoke.

Ares knows that it's because of nervousness, and right now, before leaving the territory of the undead, you don't know if there will be countless zombies crawling out of the ground where you are sitting in the next moment. They'll grab your feet and drag you into the mud......

The two veterans come and go, you say one sentence to me, and Ares is a crossing dog after all, although he has his own memories, but most of the memories have actually been erased. I don't have any impression of either road. You can only listen to the screams of your subordinates here. Hey, it would be nice to have a mage at this time, open a portal. I went back all at once.

"I've decided, take the path."

Then, as the two men quarreled, Ares gave his own orders.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

"Alright, now, give me all your dry food and divide it equally. In this plague land, we will have no supplies along the way, and we must make good use of our stockpiles. It was at least four days from the Hand of Tyr, and I didn't want anyone to starve to death for four days. ”

After the argument ended, Ares began to play the role of boss again. Well, it's the boss......

It seems reasonable to save grain and hand it over to the public, but some people are still unwilling to do so, because they originally had more grain than others, but now they have to take it out and divide it equally......

"Falck, yours."

It wasn't until Ares begged for it that the scarlet veteran, who had just rescued Ares, reluctantly handed over his rations.

"Together, we have hope of living. The equal distribution of food is only one of them, along the way, we will encounter undead, skeletons and even banshees and spiders, and when the time comes, we will need to fight together to reach the hands of Tyr, if we want to live, if we want to return to the shelter, we must join forces. Got it? ”

Ares was distributing rations on the ground while taking advantage of the situation to educate the Scarlet Infantry.

Fat maggots, cat-sized plague rats, and distorted carrions, along the way, Ares got to know the creatures here...... They are filled with the smell of natural disasters and plagues of the undead.

Passing by an abandoned village, Ares could even see swarms of plague rats tearing at the corpse of a dead man. The sound of rodents chewing on pieces of meat is emitted. Let Ares and his Crusaders hide their faces. Because it smells so bad.

Most of the creatures here live on dead bodies. And the army of the undead living on the discarded corpses of their own army. In short, everything is as disgusting as it can be said.

The air is worse than smog, making it difficult to breathe almost every few minutes.

"Falck, tell me, how long did the Crusaders attack this city?"

While on his way, Ares hurried to ask the soldiers around him about the situation in the world he was in.

"Your Excellency, it seems that you were indeed wounded in battle. We attacked the city of the dead for a whole week. ”

"Seven days?"

"Yes, our warriors are constantly being attritional, but the undead army is replenished from nowhere, and we once approached the central square, but in the end we were driven back. The Undead Scourge launched a counteroffensive. General Tusat was killed on the spot, and when you wake up, the battle is already coming to an end. ”

Falck, a veteran, said. His eyes were filled with fear, as if he was still caught in the memory of that terrible scene.

"How many undead is there in Stratholme? How come it has been attacking for a week and not taking it? ”

Ares asked.

"I don't know, but Stratholme was a large city of 200,000 people, and after the massacre of Alsace, all these citizens became the minions of the undead of the natural disaster. The necromancer spared even the children, pulling their corpses up and turning them into ghouls. ”

Falke, the veteran, replied......