A drizzling rain fell, and after dozens of minutes, it turned into a downpour, which was the weather that neither the offensive and the defending sides wanted to encounter, but in general, it was the undead who had the advantage.

For the besieging side, reinforcements that may arrive will come later, and the besieging soldiers will also be affected by the torrential rain, but in reality the impact will not be significant.

And for the defenders, it is undoubtedly a more disgusting weather, such a heavy rain, if it is an ordinary siege party, it should have been temporarily rested, after all, the weather is still a little cold, if it is rained and then vigorously sweating, a little cold, even a strong man in the prime of life can not afford it, and it is entirely possible to be sick in the weak field.

Even the mere discomfort of the cold, lack of vision in the heavy rain can take a toll on the morale of the human side.

The most basic common sense of a battlefield commander is that unless absolutely necessary, you must march or fight in the wet and cold rain, otherwise not only will the combat strength at that time be strictly discounted, but the post-war handling will become very, very troublesome, and the overall combat effectiveness will also be greatly reduced.

Compared to the living who are conditioned by the environment, the undead who have died are much better.

The undead don't get sick, they hate the rain that wets their blades and affects their vision, slows down their movements, and they may search the ditches above the ground for their washed away eyes and teeth, but they don't lose their ability to fight because of the heavy rain.

"Damn, how long is it going to rain."

It's not that I'm tired because I'm going to be stuck in the war, for me, as long as the end result is acceptable, the process doesn't matter.

My strength and that of my men are limited, and we are not and do not intend to be all-inclusive nannies. Since those contract heroes have the consciousness of giving in exchange for gain. Naturally, we must also have the consciousness of dying in battle. I'm not going to interfere too much...... And in fact, it is impossible to interfere, after all, there are countless battlefields in this world, and the future war will gradually escalate, and even the demigods can be wholesaled after a certain period of time, if you take care of every point, you can't help it even if you are exhausted.

Since it is expected that this group of "sons of the plane" and "alternate braves" can grow up quickly, they should not interfere too much, and the real strong must break through in life and death. Unless it is a certain outcome, I don't intend to get involved in this war.

And the reason why they came was because of Samantha's commission, and the reason why they started to reduce the strength of the undead was just to make a real yàn......

"Roland, do you know that men are ugly when they are arrogant......"

The dead cat's vomit was treated as the wind in my ears, so I wouldn't take the initiative to be the babysitter of the hairy boy, and now what annoys me now is that the heavy rain interrupted my real plan. It makes me feel even more uncomfortable.

“…… Is there a way to dispel the rain and fog? ”

"No, I'm not a Great Druid. They're good at manipulating the weather, don't you have a Storm Eagle under you? Let him try. ”

Although it was the expected answer, it was still very disappointing.

As long as there is preparation, mages are indeed omnipotent, but the premise is to be well prepared, at least I know that the mages of the Cloud Tower have the ability to manipulate the weather around the city, but they must have the help of auxiliary facilities and mage towers, and the weather-related super range spells are also a large category of forbidden spells, but at least they also require demigod mages and enough chanting time.

But Heloise is still only a gold-level mage (the magic pet can't surpass the master), even if there are any means, you can't use it without basic strength, but it's rare to catch her pain, and I won't let her go.

"Cut, it's useless. Storm Hawk, you say? Not to mention that he has already gone to the capital of Baier Kingdom, even if he is, a legendary-level druid will not be able to do anything about this situation. ”

"Hmph, it's not that you're not using it to drag me down. So, let the 'war' start early. ”

"Isn't that a premature baby? I'm also counting on it to get enough soul nourishment in the war, veto! ”

“…… You must have a way to change the weather. ”

"Yes, it's still okay to turn a rainstorm into a blizzard, maybe the goose feather snow in the spring will still make headlines, but what about after that? Does it depend on who freezes to death first? I think that among all species, the undead who don't eat, drink, or feel pain will definitely win the race for survival. ”

Well, one person and one cat stared at each other, and it was determined that neither seemed to have the means to turn the situation around.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a thunderstorm sounded, but the strange thing was that the place of origin was on the ground, and a thunderstorm that shot from the ground to the sky pierced the dark clouds.

"Boom!"

After a continuous explosion, thunder overflowed, lightning flashed and thundered, but then, after the vibration of the distance, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and a qiē returned to calm.

This is obviously an unnatural result, but ......

"Weird, isn't that the camp on the undead's side? Is there an undead boss who has expelled the dark clouds? They are killing themselves. ”――

Although it is the headquarters of the army of the undead, it is still just some temporary low-level psychic towers, and in the messy camp, there is a small two-story white bungalow that is particularly attractive, with flowers and plants planted next to the room, and servants serving.

Ince was patiently arranging the flowers and plants, and while Hallette remained in the posture of throwing her spear, as if eager to try again, the real owner of the place broke through the door.

"Two adults! You are ......."

Although he deliberately kept his tone calm, the ghoul's old face was entangled, and at this moment, he was really annoyed to the extreme.

It's no wonder how angry he is, he has a bad hand of cards in his hand, and finally encountered a God-given opportunity, but he was directly destroyed by the people on his side, even a saint would be angry and break the ring, not to mention the undead king who was definitely not a good person in the first place.

But the hand that was withdrawn was halfway, not that he didn't want to get angry, but that he couldn't help it, and he couldn't beat it and didn't dare to offend at all was the fundamental problem

The two Titans are only incarnations of will, similar to the incarnation of divine power of gods, and the power they can exert is limited, but the weakest is also the demigod who is the bottleneck of the world. Not to mention Lord Dawei. There is no certainty of victory for another undead emperor. If the elemental tide rises and the bottleneck is raised again, how powerful the Titan will be, and what kind of Cheng dù it can do in the main plane, no one can say except for those old guys from the ancient times.

In order to win this war, in order to be able to gain the trust and favor of the Emperor of the Undead, he gambled a lot. These days, it is even more cost-effective to greet these two final "trump cards".

Tired of marching? Okay, we use a sedan chair to carry it, and we think the smell of the dead is unpleasant? Let's grab a few humans to carry. What the? Don't be dirty male? Okay, let's go catch the young woman.

Do you think the house is dirty and messy? Well, alchemists and mages are dispatched, death knights are coolies, high-level earth-based lichs are masons, and hundreds of old artists are chief designers, and there is both a warm pastoral style and a modern minimalist art style. It's simply a perfect work of art, along with the bungalows that come with it. There is also a hundred-year-old butler of a royal family, a team of banshee servants (possessed elves), a skeleton violinist (an undead lord, a master of the arts), and a gardener.

Too noisy around? Okay, we're out of the way, we're going to give you two room to get out of the way, and we've built a special soundproof wall.

Lack of life again? Well, the army of the undead went out to the nest, and finally caught a few beasts (leaving only a silver lion, which became Harlett's pet), and planted flowers and plants around the house to do a good job of greening and cleaning...... Is this still the evil undead that makes the living talk about it? Where did this come from?

"Where is this foreign aid asking for help, it's like inviting two fathers."

But at this point, Dawei knew that even his father could only endure it, he had no way out, and there was an abyss behind him.

"You, you...... What do you mean by this, two adults, is it that Dawei can't take care of it? Does it make the two adults dissatisfied? ”

He tried to suppress the anger in his heart, and finally turned into a calmer inquiry, but when it came to the last few words, he still couldn't suppress the tone, and the inquiry turned into a question, and his dissatisfaction overflowed.

"Flowers."

"Flowers?"

"Sure enough, it's a stupid undead, what Brother Ins means, the rain obscures the sun, and the flowers can't bloom."

“@#@#￥……&。”

If you have to use words to describe Dawei's mood at the moment, you can probably only use this string of garbled codes, at that moment, the inexplicable grievances converged in the eyes, and an undead prince was mixed to such a point, it was too miserable, if he still had tear ducts, he would definitely have cried.

He has vaguely seen his future, perhaps, in the end, he can still be famous in the annals of history, but not as the heir and wise man of Esso he dreamed of, but as the most stupid undead lord who has been infamous for thousands of years, he was born from a low-level demon and struggled for thousands of years, but in the end, he only got such an ending.

Harlett walked over with a smile and patted the old demon on the shoulder.

"We're tired of being out there too, it's time to leave, by the way, stay in this house, find two dragons to drag, maybe we'll use the ...... next time we meet"

At this moment, all the facial features of the old demon were distorted together, he had never hated a person so much, he roared and cursed angrily in his heart, but he was also hesitating, whether to hold his thighs and beg the other party to stay, this was already the last straw!

Finally, it seems that the other party is playing too hard, and even that Insi can't stand it.

“…… Isn't it just a few little things? We'll level the city before we leave. “

"Brother Ins is soft-hearted, oh, lowly undead, if you still dare to deceive the descendants of the earth next time, let us be your thugs, maybe before destroying you and your legion, we will let you taste what is called the wrath of the Titans, and let you cry in hell for thousands of years."

The soft-spoken narration finally turned into a thunderous roar, and in the midst of a thunderstorm, the thunder giant returned to the world, and the thunderous eyes were already eyeing the oak city not far away.

"Little things, come and play with me."

At this time, the demon lord was already spread to the ground, and the change from great sorrow to great joy was that he couldn't bear it, and at this time, he was lying on the ground like a ghoul of the same kind and sticking out his tongue. The image of wisdom accumulated over the years was ruined.

The big guy also has great wisdom, and the Titans who have accumulated tens of thousands of years of scheming are scheming, the old undead can only be regarded as an amateur, and he knows that the two Titans are teasing him from beginning to end, and all his scheming has probably been regarded as a joke, and the so-called undead closest to Esso is probably just a joke.

But seeing the super giant that reached the Heavenly Pillar, in his mind, it was basically an invincible absolute combat power, and he was also a little relieved.

"At least, we can destroy Miè Oak Town, and we can give an account to the Emperor of the Dead." (To be continued......)