The siege of Qishande continued.

Deya's army used simple and crude tactics, often piling up the endless sea of skeletons, drowning the opponent alive in despair. Can't break through to the third awakening? Before the Liberation Gate, no one could deal with a large number of enemy troops, even if it was just a knock on the skeleton soldiers, so the huge march of the Diya army has always been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but this scene tonight has subverted people's thinking.

Qi Shangde led the building according to the western mountain, with a wall of earth and wood, and a total of three city gates. After the youngest son of the Longfa family inherited this piece of land, he increased the height and thickness of the wall, and at the same time increased the training of the defenders, and the current Qishandde militia unit is much stronger than the previous stragglers' team, not only the unified customization of new weapons from the blacksmith shop, but also the blue and white standard military uniform, the Longfa family badge like a blue sky and floating clouds, will undoubtedly arouse the strong confidence of this group of militia members who will join the official corps in the future. But when the colors that should have given people calm and indifferent appeared on the city wall in the dark night, everyone found that although the blue sky and white clouds were beautiful, they could not withstand the increasing number of ugly undead.

The defenders, regardless of the direction, were able to cope with it at first, and the number of troops on the attacking side was no more than a hundred undead, but when they took turns shooting and throwing rocks, they found that the scattered attacking undead were dead, but then more troops appeared from the rear. The militia troops who had just exhausted their quiver bags and crossbow arrow bags were instantly dumbfounded, and they rubbed their eyes in amazement, and couldn't help but think that they were dazzled.

In just ten minutes, this army of more than 100 people has expanded to 1,000 undead, and they are densely packed to completely seal any gap in Qi Shangde, and surround this small town that is not very wealthy. Soldiers seeking to break out of the siege are often suffocated to death by a cloud of poison from the corpse witches mixed with the army before they have even ventured out of the territory of the territory.

Now, it's just a matter of getting tougher.

Directions to the North Gate and the East Gate. Each besieged nearly three hundred undead, mostly skeletons and ghouls, as well as some zombies, acolytes, and a small number of corpse witches, besieged outside the city gates, and the sheer number was formidable, although Count Zishande continued to send people to ask for help. But such a situation makes people unable to afford the slightest assault. At this time, the south gate, which was the most difficult to defend, was actually the one with the least attacking troops, but this added up to less than two hundred enemy troops, but it almost broke through the city gate.

This is the main attack direction of the undead troops, with skeleton warriors and rampaging ghouls at the forefront. These elite skeletons and ghouls, not only possess higher defense, but also have some combat skills, they are able to climb ladders and consciously avoid the shots of the defenders of Zishand. Qi Shangde's militia archer shot a round of crossbow arrows, and was about to reload, when he saw the terrifying face rushing up with teeth and claws, and the city wall suddenly screamed, if it were not for the assistance of pikemen, I am afraid that this round alone would have suffered heavy losses. Behind them, a considerable number of corpse witches swung their bone staff to perform long-range strikes, and clouds of death flew in one by one. Green fireworks bloom above the city walls. In the siege team, a large group of stitching monsters scattered among the undead team. They were almost as tall as the city walls, and they picked up their recurve knives and hooks and smashed them wildly, and several sections of the city walls that had been in disrepair collapsed directly under their attacks, but fortunately they were large and clumsy, and the collapse of the walls stopped them from moving forward, until the defenders later discovered that the disgusting behemoth was not as thick as they thought. The stitching monsters quickly fell one by one, so that the area around the south gate was not directly breached.

Despite this, Qi Shangde's territory is also in jeopardy, and the current situation at the north and east gates is temporarily worry-free, although the enemy army is numerous. However, the archery troops arrived relatively close and quickly arrived, and they were in a stalemate with the undead troops. Although the south gate of the most dangerous city was soon defended by a large number of civilians, and even the Count of Zishande himself led part of the combat force of his most trusted private soldier, the Bailan Corps, to join the battle, the pressure on this area continued to increase.

In the final analysis, no matter how large an army is, if there is no commander, it will be scattered, but when the undead troops attacking the south gate begin to fight in an orderly manner, the complementary advantages between the strong leader and the huge army quickly appear. The Count of Qishand, who was holding on to the city, had to admit that if there were no reinforcements, it would only be a matter of time before the city was broken with this little guard force of Qishand.

And this commander, who made the dignified Count Qishande very difficult, was at the moment behind the three catapults, indifferently watching the movement of the battlefield.

In command is the majestic and ruthless Death Knight Dragons, Saders, who stands proudly at the back of the army on horseback, and his undead state is unique enough to see the entire battlefield, so that he can react quickly and give orders with precision. Although his original intention to participate in the mission was to monitor the dynamics of the lich, after all, this kind of high-level combat power thinking is difficult to control, and it is difficult for the people above to maintain trust in them, but as one of the several deputy leaders of the Black Knights, he is not only a future dark noble, but also a strong contender for the head of the Knights, both combat effectiveness and command ability should not be underestimated, and this kind of siege task should not be underestimated.

Behind them stood two knights in pitch-black barrel helmets and armed with Dothraki scimitars, the Knights of the Derror, the most combative of the Dark Knights and the elite of the Black Knights, who were the personal guards of the Dragonsards, and at the back were a group of Dark Knights in black armor and riding the Dea Undead Horse, silent, waiting for the commander of the entire team to crush any enemy in their way.

Dia cavalry combat power - Black Knights.

The members of the Black Knights are derived from the souls and corpses of the Knights of the Dead Knights, who were once the best knights of the kingdom but became cursed creatures after death, and resentment gives them extraordinary strength and stunts, such a heavy cavalry force is enough to crush any enemy if it were a frontal battle.

This is where Moraus's confidence lies in attacking the Qishandde Territory, with such an army, it will naturally be able to deal with a small border town. So in terms of war, the lich Moraus gave full command to Ronsards, and he himself took Nimbas to stay in the makeshift camp. It says that it is to supervise "work", but in fact it is because it is not good at leading troops in battle. After all, from a human point of view, Moraus is just a scholar with powerful mana, and if he wants to lead an army to attack the city, it is better to directly let the skeletons crash to death on the wall.

And this lich, who had evaded the command, was now in the camp in the rear.

“…… The idiots. If I can find them, I'll have to make them undead. ”

Fifty or sixty people gathered around a large blood-soaked pit in the humble camp, and from time to time a pool of blood and boiling foam rose from it. There are several necromancers casting spells standing next to each blood pool, and the wizard apprentices and acolytes next to them are busy, constantly handing out and handing out items to the necromancers.

"With all due respect, my esteemed master, if you really want to try this, please be very secretive. Otherwise, it would be very troublesome for the apostles to know about it. ”

Nimbas said so, and his shriveled face looked very sincere. He and the lich Moraus were now wandering between the pools of blood, conversing and observing the condition of the viscous blood. From time to time, there will be rotting claws of flesh and bones poking out of the water, and the corpse witch or ghoul next to it will drag out the undead creatures in the blood, simply sort them out, and then hand them over to the necromancer to carve the soul brand, and then form a team and send them to the front line.

This is a new technique that has just been developed by Diya, a special material in which a small amount of corpses are put into the guò, completely immersed in the water of this pool. It can generate a large number of undead creatures under the catalysis of necromancer. The composition of the liquid in the blood pool is very complex, but most of it is human and animal blood. Correspondingly, most of the undead who crawled out were skeletons and zombies. This technique greatly increases the speed of the army, and as long as it can carry a small number of corpses, it is enough to generate a large number of troops in a very fast time. Moraus was one of the developers of this technology, and the main purpose of the stitching monsters it brought with it was to store them inside their massive bodies. And that's why they're weak.

"Hmph, I'm just talking, you're as rigid as ever, Nimbas."

The lich moved his mandible, and the displeasure in his tone had subsided considerably. Its purple-skinned attendant smiled faintly, he had no intention of encouraging his teacher to try. On the contrary, Nimbas was familiar with the Lich's temperament and knew that only such submissive statements would have a dissuasive effect.

"Still, their sudden disappearance is unpleasant, and if it weren't for the agreement with the Apostles, we wouldn't have had to go to such a place and risk attacking the human city before the One's plans began." Nimbas said, with a wave of the short stick in his hand, a skeleton that had just climbed up and had broken its leg bone and fell to the ground was dragged back into the blood by him, "The concentration of the blood pool has become much weaker, and the part that should be responsible for them is now borne by us, not to mention these materials, the sacrifice of the stitching monster alone is a big expense for us." ”

The lich lifted the staff in his hand, and gently stirred the tip of the staff into the pool of blood, and the thin pool of blood suddenly burst into a beoriental light, as if it had returned to the light, and once again emitted a disgusting stench.

"These problems, in addition to blaming those missing guys, there is also a lot of responsibility for the improper command of Dragon Sads, we must focus on impeaching him when we go back, at least such a guy is not qualified to be the next head of the Black Knights," the last half of the Lich is obviously nonsense, if it weren't for Dragon Sards, just with the command of the Lich and Nimbas, even the entire army would be inexplicably wiped out by the poor little defenders, but the necromancer has no objection to this, at least he lives a life of being watched every day, No one will feel good, "The group of idiots in charge of intelligence are also to blame, I have never heard of Qi Shangde having such a force, and even they have the main general who defends the city!" The stupid ears and eyes of the living are equivalent to the white elders, could it be that the ghosts who died still have their sights and ears moldy? ”

Nimbas let out a low sneer, which was an insult to those who were dizzy almost every day and could only shake their spirits' bodies from side to side, but he didn't have a good opinion of them, so he naturally let his teacher speak.

"But those personal likes and dislikes aside, I still hate those fake 'mummies' the most, not to mention that their looks copy our undead, and even their personalities are inscrutable types - no, they don't have any personality at all. Although the gap between the undead and the living is difficult to bridge, they are at least still a species in the same world. As for the group of pretenders? Hehe......"

If you listen to these words in Green's ears, I am afraid that you will wonder if Moraus has the heart of a time-traveler, but in fact, when a necromancer transforms into a lich, he often understands a certain will of the planet because he breaks the shackles of life and death, and it is not an exaggeration to say such a statement.

"I agree 100% with you, my esteemed master." Nimbas also stretched out his short stick, and shot a pink mist from the tip into another pool of blood, restoring the concentration of that pool of blood, "But from an academic point of view, I'm still curious about their so-called 'infection' technology, just listening to the written analysis, it's the same as our necromancy transformation, and I'd like to see for myself how it works." ”

"You will," Morauth retracted his staff. Unlike Nimbas, who could only make occasional moves, it had to cast spells to restore the active ingredients in the pool of blood almost every time it walked to it, so after doing this qiē, even if it was a skull, it could see obvious exhaustion, "Zishander can't be taken over by us, this battle is over, we must find out those fools, no matter where they are hidden." ”

"But we've searched the village thoroughly. Even after killing all the people inside, he didn't find any sign of the impostor being alive. Nimbass hurried after him, trying to support the lich. But Moraus stretched out his bone claws to block it.

The old lich snorted coldly and walked to his talisman tent.

"I'll just wait for them for a day, and if they don't come, we'll just withdraw to Cronis, and I've done what I have to do anyway, and even that old guy from Mayis can't blame us."

Its words are very powerful. Nimbas nodded unconsciously, and the man walked back and forth like a lich, and soon approached the Diya-style tent in the middle of the camp. It's just that Moraus just raised his hand to lift the curtain protected by the runes, and his movements suddenly stopped.

"Master?"

Nimbas subconsciously raised his wand in the shape of a small stick and asked suspiciously.

The lich was silent for a moment. He turned his head to look in the other direction of the camp, "...... Something is coming. ”

The purple-skinned necromancer was stunned for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned the Wizard's Eye and immediately assigned it to fly into the distance. The lich did not stop the protégé, who lowered the curtain and stared in the direction of Nimbas, waiting for Nimbass to scout.

“…… There is nothing within a hundred yards. ”

After a few moments, Nimbas gave a vision of mana.

But Moraus shook his head, and it slowly lifted the skull, "On it." ”

Nimbas was stunned for a moment, and quickly waved his wand and manipulated his wizard's eye to float into the air to investigate. Through the spherical lenticular vision, Nimbas clearly scanned the dark night sky, but when he turned to an angle, he suddenly saw a green figure flashing, and when he was surprised to catch up, a light struck, and the wizard's eye suddenly lost contact.

"I've been attacked." Nimbas closed his eyes slightly, relieving his visual discomfort, "...... It seems to be some kind of magical beast. ”

Moraus let out a "hmm" and said no, the Bone Claw no longer gripping the staff, and turned and walked back into the tent. Qi Shangde is located on the border of the country of Rodland, and the area outside the country is barren mountains and mountains, and it is difficult to guarantee that powerful magical beasts are inhabited, which is not unusual.

But the next moment, when the dark green figure swept over its head with a strong wind, the lich instantly raised its head.

In those empty eyes, the dark and dark fire suddenly lit up!

"Enemy attack!"

As soon as these two words came out, Moraus and Nimbas saw the moment when the flying shadow passed in the air, and a black shadow quickly jumped down from it. The figure was like a jumping black straight line, as if it completely ignored the laws of physics, and where he passed, a zombie space that opened up when they summoned the stored undead creatures instantly opened in the air, and the next moment, dozens of strange humans with tall horses smashed to the ground, as if they were completely ignoring the impact of the fall, without a moment's pause, and before their feet even landed, the giant axe in their hands swept through the whirlwind and raised their heads to look at their necromancers and apprentices in amazement. The entire camp was still producing undead in an orderly manner one second, and the wizards were worried that there would be no more corpses on hand, and the next second there would be no worries about the corpses being scattered all over - only the caster was gone.

"Damn, where did these guys come from!?"

Most of these tall warriors fell into pools of blood, and the blood could only reach their knees, threatening them at all, but was directly destroyed by the force of their fall. Moraus roared angrily, and waved the staff in his hand to instantly magic, and a strand of green strong acid arrows went straight to the warrior who wielded the greatsword and killed the most.

"Oh, as the saying goes, soldiers against generals against generals, it's a headache for you to sneak attack me like this."

Before the strong acid arrow touched the warrior holding the giant sword, suddenly a small barrel with a pink pattern appeared in front of the warrior with a flirtatious sound, and directly put the strong acid arrow into it. The lich Morauth was wondering why his spell had not penetrated the red barrel, when he saw Nimbas beside him snort softly and suddenly propped up a transparent shield on the heads of the two of them, and the next second, the strong acid arrow from Moraus's hand fell from the sky and landed on the shield with a snort, almost burning the shield in half.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be a wizard apprentice, it must be an official necromancer, right? Even the Lich's spells can be defended, which seems a bit of a hassle, well, I honestly admit that I was wrong - very sincerely. ”

The owner of the voice finally appeared, and the young man with the shepherd's staff smiled very brightly, and looked sunny and handsome.

But the lich didn't think so.

It glanced at the other keg that was fading overhead, then looked gloomily at the black-robed mage in front of it.

"Now that you know my identity and dare to play such a trick with me, it seems that you have lost interest in your mage career......"

On its staff, the crimson light converged at a rapid pace. Nimbas, who was next to him, hurriedly stepped back, so as not to be accidentally injured by his teacher's anger.

"I guess you're mistaken, number one, it's not a trick."

The young man was still smiling, and the shepherd's staff in his hand swayed slightly in the air.

"Second, who said I was one against two?"

Before he could finish speaking, a scorching wind struck from behind the Lich and Nimbas!

"If you know it's wrong, you'll be poor! It's better to talk so much nonsense than to do it for me! ”

Sword of Segrete! (To be continued......)

PS: I heard that newcomers also ask for a monthly pass at the end of the month, so let's buy a cute one, roll around on the ground and hope to wake up with a smile from a dream!

[The little called "Monthly Pass" is coming to my bowl! ] 】