At night, the earth was plunged into darkness, and after another day of tossing and turning, all but the necessary soldiers of the night watch fell asleep, and a faint but continuous rustling sound sounded all around.

"What sound?" The scouts on guard at the outskirts of the camp heard the noise for the first time.

"Check it out!" The other fellow scout said with a hint of caution on his face.

The night was the quietest time of the day, and the rustle, though small, was enough to alert the Scouts of Darius.

In the hazy moonlight, the two scouts saw many shadowy figures in the woods, and one of the younger scouts pulled out a twenty-centimeter-long tubular flare from his body.

The young scout twisted the flare, only to see a beam of light from the tube fly diagonally upwards, and then the whole exploded like fireworks to illuminate a large area.

At this time, the two scouts saw clearly what the approaching figure was.

"It's people, a lot of people." The young scout was surprised, looking at the dress these are ordinary people.

"No, something is wrong with these people, their eyes and skin," the older scout said, pulling his approaching companion with a wary expression.

Before he finished his words, at this time, because of the flares, those villagers also saw two scouts, only to see a trace of bloodlust flash in the eyes of these villagers, and roared and pounced on the two Darius scouts.

"No, alert." The older scout turned and ran backwards as he sounded the alarm to the camp.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Someone is attacking the camp!"

Just after the two scouts raised the alarm, the other directions also raised the alarm to the large battalion.

The shrill horn began to sound throughout the Darius camp, and almost most of the soldiers of the First Legion and the Dreadnoughts were veterans of the war, and of course they knew that this was an attack on the camp, so they immediately sat up from their beds, put on their armor and took their weapons as quickly as possible, and ran out.

At this time, although the whole camp was chaotic, but it was not very panicked, all the officers were gathering their soldiers, and soon those crazy people rushed into the camp, and some soldiers who did not know the situation or could not do anything were thrown to the ground, followed by a scream.

With the help of the camp's torches, Twilight's face changes as she sees the hammer of justice fall into the hands of these villagers, who hesitate to strike, and Twilight draws her blade of revenge to meet the villagers as soon as possible, shouting at the same time:

"Don't keep your hands, don't keep your hands. These people have become monsters, kill them for me. ”

"These people have become monsters, don't spare your hands, kill me."

After shouting several times, Twilight, Dumb, and Werewolf Lost Heart had already rushed into the crowd and began to kill.

In the face of countless crazy villagers, despite Twilight's orders, the dreadnought soldiers are very uncomfortable with slashing their swords at these civilians, but in the face of Twilight's prestige, they have to carry it out, but when they see that one after another hesitant companions are dying at the hands of these villagers, the other dreadnought soldiers begin to harden their hearts to attack the villagers in front of them.

"What's going on with these villagers? Crazy?" Emilio, who had advanced to the ninth order, brandished his greatsword and rushed to Twilight's side and asked.

"All of them are undead, they are already dead people, they are monsters." Twilight's sword doesn't stop, and she whispers to Emilio.

Twilight's words startle Emilio, who has never touched such a monster.

These villagers who appeared can only be regarded as people who have just been undead, not a real undead, and their combat effectiveness is naturally not much higher, so once the dreadnoughts are steadily down and lined up, there will be very few casualties, and seeing that the number of undead people in front of them seems to be endless, Twilight decides to lead the troops to move closer to Prince Dreyus in the center.

Leaving Emilio to lead the dreadnought, leaving Dumb and Werewolf disheartened and Zagrel in the rear all left behind to help, Twilight takes the young dragon Denagostan to the Great Prince Dreyus's tent, but at this time Dreyus is already in front of the battle, and Twilight still finds Dreyus when she sees the prince's banner.

"Damn, what the hell is going on with these civilians!" Looking at the battle in the distance, the eldest prince Dreyus was so angry that he didn't even notice Twilight's arrival.

"Your Royal Highness, if I'm not mistaken, these are all undead." Twilight says behind Dreyus.

Hearing Twilight's words, Dreyus suddenly turned around and forced his eyes into Twilight, "Do you know what these people are up to?"

"Now these villagers have been corrupted by necromancy, they are considered dead, and they are controlled by mages hiding in the shadows." Twilight said.

Seeing that Dreyus opened his mouth to ask, Twilight continued: "Necromancy first appeared in the body of Tim Oso, the Lord of Death, one of the four masters of the abyss, as the Lord of Death, Tim Oso can almost be said to be proficient in any shadow spell, and he has developed an evil spell that can resurrect the dead to fight for him, that is, necromancy, although Tim Oso died in the Battle of Dusk, his spell is still there, I think the Shadow Church must have mastered this evil spell, they should be the mastermind behind the Augustine rebellion."

Twilight's words made Dreyus's face change, but anything involved in the Battle of the Ancients was definitely not a simple thing, and this necromancy would definitely not be simple just looking at the scene in front of him.

"These must be the people of the Northlands, they are simply mad." Dreyus's eyes burned with rage, and his hands clenched into fists.

"Your Highness, since the Shadow Church dares to expose it, it means that they are almost ready, what we have to think about now is how to escape with these, the inhabitants of the Northland are nearly 150,000, if they are really mad and all of them are transformed into undead, then even the tactics of using a sea of people are enough to fill us to death."

Twilight said this, and in his heart he was sure that all of the Northlands were played, and the shadow mages of the undead were not without the slightest pity.

As the largest group of dungeons in the early and middle Heroic Era, Twilight has of course a lot of undead disasters, and these villagers in front of him cannot be regarded as real undead, and their strength is not even comparable to the skeletons of the regular class of the undead disasters.

Twilight's words did not get a response from Dreyus, but at this time, Dreyus sighed secretly in his heart, even if he returned to the royal city, he, the prince, the crown prince of Darius, would probably have a complete decline in prestige.

"No matter what, we have to stay up until dawn." Dreyus said that it was so dark around them that they couldn't go anywhere except the big camp. (To be continued......)