"Kill! Damn the undead! ”

"For the sake of your family, for survival, do your best!"

"Damn, I'm infected!"

"Quick, courier him with holy water!"

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The deafening shouts of killing, the collision of flesh and bones, resounded in the small city of Lordaeron, which was in the border area at sunset.

The Baron McLaan family, which lasted for more than 500 years, was the on-the-ground feudal lord who ruled over nearly 50,000 people, including the city.

"There is a gap in the western wall, and the fourth squad is on top!"

The contemporary Baron Maclaan stood on the only watchtower on the city wall with a tired face, loudly giving orders to command the battle.

"Send 50 militiamen to replace the guards on the eastern wall."

"Reserve militia on the south side, move to the north side!"

If it had been before the plague of the dead, he might have led his knights out of the city to the surrounding farms, leisurely patrolling the idyllic land, urging his lords to harvest the wheat of the fields and gather the fruits of the orchards.

"Lord Baron, Mage Clatim has measured the height of the bones piled up in front of the city wall, and it's time to burn them with fire oil again!"

A young-faced herald ran up from under the watchtower, eagerly reporting to his lord.

Although there are nearly 100,000 undead outside the city, the number of human corpses is only a few thousand, and most of the rest are a psychic mage of the Cult of the Damned, forcibly resurrecting the bones of beasts in the surrounding forest.

As we all know, the undead plague cannot directly resurrect animals other than non-humanoid creatures, and the emergence of this psychic mage with an unusual brain circuit is one of the reasons why Baron McLaan is currently in trouble.

"Steward Mira, how much oil do we have!"

The baron turned to the side and asked his butler, an old man in a gown with a straight back.

"My lord, the number of these undead is beyond our expectations!"

"The oil we have in reserve can last up to two rounds!"

The battle was urgent, and the old butler did not bother to salute his master, but directly opened the parchment in his hand and reported the remaining amount.

"Damn it!"

"If it weren't for the order of the royal capital, let our teleportation array transfer to the kingdom's central teleportation array."

"Maybe I'll get some supplies from Count Rocolem!"

"These skeletons came so suddenly!"

The baron's face changed, and he complained helplessly.

Although the battle will be at a disadvantage without the oil oil, this city is also a nest built by the McLenan family for hundreds of years, and naturally has some extraordinary supernatural powers as hole cards.

Because of this, the baron still has the confidence to persevere.

After ordering the heralds to use less oil and continue to resist.

He handed over command to his close knegate, Wallace, and turned and walked down the watchtower to the MacLaan family castle in the center of the city.

At the very core of the castle, a small violet teleportation magic array with a diameter of 9 feet flashed into a magnificent blue and purple light under the adjustment of several spellcasters.

"Lord Cratium, how long will it take for you to adjust?"

The several spellcasters in front of him were all the mages of their McClen family, and if it weren't for this undead invasion, most of these spell otaku would still be living in the east of the small city, in the low-level mage tower that he had just ordered to build last year.

"Lord Baron, please don't worry."

Seeing the arrival of his master, the youngest of the spellcasters, the Cramtim mage, stood up.

After the popularization of the violet magic system, although the days in Dalaran were rich and lively, and the novelties brought about by various violet magic innovations emerged one after another, the consumption was really high for Clatim, who had just stepped into the lower level of the official rank.

Therefore, over the years, many junior mages who have just come out of the roast have liked to find a long-established rich man like Baron McLaan as a personal magic consultant to obtain a large number of rich commissions.

"In about 10 minutes, we'll be able to complete this commissioning."

Hearing that it would only take 10 minutes, the baron's face instantly calmed down, and after nodding to Master Cratim, he motioned for him to continue his work, and then stood aside and waited.

Some time ago, after King Terenus announced his abdication and return to the Empire, he already knew from that edict that his feudal lordship would be subsequently recovered.

The baron, who knew the general trend, did not resist, but was busy taking back all the property in the entire territory to his family castle, after all, the empire does not seize power!

However, yesterday in Lordaeron Royal City, he suddenly asked all the lords to transfer their respective teleportation arrays to the central teleportation array of the kingdom, what exactly do they want to do, the baron is also a little curious now, could it be that the reinforcements sent by the empire to cleanse the undead will come directly from the teleportation array?

Thinking of this, the baron shook his head and shook the naïve thought out of his mind.

He still clearly remembered that this was just a small teleportation circle, and when Dalaran bought it, the salesperson of the "Magic Gate Teleportation Array Shop" next door to the Five Fireball Staff Maker Shop had warned him many times that the rules for using this level of magic circle were restricted, and it could only support the transmission of 3 people or equivalent goods at a time, with an interval of 6 hours.

How can such a restriction support a teleportation army?

However, he didn't know that in the eyes of some transcendentals, rules were destined to be broken, and only by making the impossible possible could their greatness be revealed!

Time passed minute by minute, and finally with the last flashes of purple-blue magic light, the teleportation array finally stabilized.

"Lord Baron, we're done."

Mage Clatim wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, for a junior formal mage like them, the work of debugging was not difficult, but according to the baron's requirements, it was more troublesome to achieve a speed that was five times faster than usual.

These spellcasters naturally know the current trend of the unification of the empire, and the baron in front of them is about to cease to be a baron, but the wealth accumulated for hundreds of years is still the property of these rich people, and the power of money naturally makes them dare not slack off.

"Let's turn it on!"

The baron stared at the circle and gave the order to activate.

"No, how can it be golden?"

"This, this divine power, is the holy power of Yahweh!"

As soon as the teleportation circle was activated, it unusually emitted a golden light, which was completely different from the blue spatial energy fluctuations in the past, making the casters around the circle exclaim.

"Boom!"

Before they could make all their moves, the light of the entire teleportation array after it was activated suddenly expanded tenfold, and a miniature gate of light composed of pure golden light, which had shrunk dozens of times, appeared on the original site of the teleportation array, and the hole opened violently!

"Who is Baron McLaen?"

A Yahweh paladin on a tall horse was the first to walk out of the Gate of Light, shouting loudly.

"This has been confirmed as the twelfth meeting point of the Imperial Light Transmission Network!"

"I need information on the undead creatures here!"

Behind him, Qi Yu proudly lined up in two columns of Imperial infantry armed with holy power muskets, kicking and stepping out of the miniature gate of light, the number was endless······