"Fighting against the undead, especially against the Scourges led by the Undead Sovereign, never follow the so-called 'common sense', they can easily launch a surprise attack at a time and place you never thought of, the great rivers and oceans are their natural cover, the snow-capped mountains in the biological forbidden area have no obstacle to them, and the wind and sand in the desert will only affect the opponent's performance. Hey, that's right. ”

"What did the military engineer say?"

"Well, what the great military strategist Roland said, taken from my diary three hundred years ago."

This is still the territory of human beings, and it seems that not only has the news leaked, but the other party has also prepared a trap.

The piercing screams were still in my ears, the mages who had taken off their clothes and boots were in a mess, and the panic of the others was understandable, and the situation was not good when you looked at it from the surprise attack of the enemy army in the torrential rain.

But only Heloise and I continued to drink hot coffee at a leisurely pace, with no intention of leaving the cozy carriage.

It's not that we're confident that we'll be able to survive the undead attack without damage, but as the few necromancers here, we've pretty much judged the strength of our opponents.

No matter how they concealed our perception and reconnaissance before, but when the real attack began, the military situation could not be hidden, under the soul eye of the undead emperor-level, the low-level undead could not escape, and because of the soul command relationship between the middle and high-level undead to the low-level undead, Shun Teng estimated the opponent's heavy strength, which is the basic skill of a qualified undead lord.

Once in battle, the Undead Monarch uses it to command the network of souls under his subordinates, revealing his position in an instant.

Of course, he can also choose to hide. But without control, the strength of the undead legion will be extremely reduced.

"Six undead monarchs. Three in the air. Two followed, and one stunned Qing rushed in front, with a total strength of less than 20,000, more than seventy percent of the skeletons and ghouls who had just been converted, the meaning of this temptation was too obvious. ”

The number of undead armies has always been very bluffing, 100,000 armies, million armies and other races have all gathered their fortunes, and the undead can gather a few million at will.

But on the other hand, it is the fragility of the low-level troops. The Sea of Skulls without a mid-level commander is pure cannon fodder that can only consume the opponent's physical strength and mana, and it is best to bring ten times more if you challenge the legions of other races.

"....... heavy rain still affects your perception, and there is one more underground."

Hearing Heloise say this, I thought it was a little funny, I had already sensed that one, but it was not counted as an enemy.

"That one, it should be a lurking dead spider or something, although bury yourself first, wait for others to send it to the door and then float up a sneak attack. It's a good strategy, but it seems like he's not so lucky......."

Hear me. Heloise continued to perceive in disbelief, and then sighed subtly.

The place where the lurker was buried was not far from us, the place where the dragoon phalanx had just passed, and the hollow that had been dug out had been trampled on, and the rain and mud that had poured into it had been added, and then it had been repeatedly crushed by the steamroller-like phalanx, and it was probably impossible to get out completely.

And why do we know this?

"It's really a spineless junior, and he didn't even start fighting, so he directly started shouting for help."

The fluctuations of the soul unique to the necromancer are spreading, and the undead lord-level lurker who has been trampled on is screaming for help, probably he didn't expect to dig a hole in the ground to lurk himself, but he will encounter a phalanx of steamrollers passing by, and he still has to wait for his companions to join in, so he can only endure the pain and watch the guys above his head pass by and step on them one by one.

At that time, he must have had mixed feelings.

Even with a state of war, it was easier on our side.

The rain outside was so heavy that the sound of water droplets hitting the ground was so loud that I couldn't hear it except for the occasional explosion, the sound of weapons clashing, or the shouts of the commander who should have been.

The rain was too heavy, the field of vision was less than fifty meters, and the voice could not be heard clearly, at this time the commander had no need to count on it, and it was completely dependent on the quality of individual soldiers.

In a sense, fortunately, our opponent is the undead army, which is very different from each other, or it is very likely that we will accidentally kill our allies, but from another point of view, if the opponent is not an undead, we will not attack at this point in time.

The eyes and ears are blocked, the command system is paralyzed, and the regiments that are no longer organized can only fall into a situation of fighting on their own.

On the other hand, most of the undead did not use their five senses to perceive the world, and their command system was the language of the soul, and they would not be affected by the torrential rain at all.

I could sense that the royal dragoons on the front line had fought the undead legions, but the rainstorm had blocked all perception, and unless we approached to find out the situation, we had to passively wait for the result.

The "silent" battle was going on, and in the luxurious carriage we were in, the archmages, you look at me, I look at you, and finally they all sat down, but no one planned to go out alone to rescue.

Heavy rain can also cause trouble to mages, and spell holding and spell casting actions may be missed, but the most fatal thing is the extreme decline in perception ability, and the danger skyrockets under the premise of being ambushed.

It's one thing to worry that the rainstorm will give the assassins a chance, but simply not wanting to work for Emperor Tibar, and risking his life, is the fundamental reason.

Each country has its own routine for the use of spellcasters, but under normal circumstances, spellcasters do not manage military and political affairs, and even if they lead troops, they will be accompanied by a full-time officer.

Only when you need the help of magic power will you "ask the master for help", and the relationship between the two sides can be seen in essence.

Moreover, the Mage Country and I are both guest troops, and it is a violation of the unspoken rules of joint operations to strike first without the master's request.

Now let these archmages of the country of mages make a move, I'm afraid that Baier will have to send someone to invite him personally, but Baier didn't think that sending someone over is one thing, and Emperor Baier doesn't want to lose face and ask his allies to help, which is also very likely.

The scuffle outside is still going on, and I'm still trying to sense the situation outside, and those mages will continue to play what they used to play, and they should do what they should do.

Only this time, they obediently put on their robes, picked up their staffs, and could go into battle at any time.

"One less."

And soon, in my perception, after a burst of magical power, a gargoyle lord in the air became a thing of the past.

"Dragon's breath? It's just a bunch of skeletons, and Baier has already dispatched a plurality of dragon knights? ”

Looking at the heavy rain outside, I was a little worried, if such a good ambush time was not accidental, I am afraid that there was really a problem here. (To be continued.) )