"Click. ”

Roddy leapt from the duck and landed in an inconspicuous wooded spot outside of Hollier, his eyes quickly searching for traces around him, and he quickly confirmed the exit of the secret passage.

"This is it..."

With a tug of his hand, one of the doors was pulled open by Roddy from the dirt and fallen leaves, and the secret passage that stretched from the dwelling in Cambay to the place was almost impossible to spot once it was concealed—but Roddy immediately surveyed the vicinity after confirming that there were many footprints inside.

There were at least ten people on the other side, and there were no signs of struggle or fighting on the ground, Roddy searched carefully and found a fresh ball of horse manure, and then followed the horseshoe prints to find a path...

"Da Duck!"

With a clue, he immediately jumped on the pintail snipe and flew along the road - but after flying more than twenty kilometers at an alarming speed, Roddy encountered a problem: after passing through a village, he completely lost his recognizable traces.

In other words, Roddy was lost.

The panic in his heart made him panic in the bottom of his heart, but after taking several deep breaths in a row, he still forcibly calmed himself, opened the [map bar] with trembling fingers, and began to try to deduce the location of the other party in the most "stupid" way.

"From last night to now - ten hours, range of motion..."

"The other party walks, it is impossible to run far, there may be four villages to pass through, or it may take a small road, but if there is only one horse, it will definitely go to the town for food supply..."

The only way he could do it now was to "eliminate", and he tried to use all the knowledge he had accumulated over the years to determine the speed of the enemy's travel, possible destinations, and how to get there, and after some deduction, Roddy finally confirmed that there were three towns that the enemy might be passing through.

At this time, Roddy's only advantage is the mobility of the duck, he has no time to let Sodrol gather troops to search with great fanfare, even if he only relies on his own strength to find it is like "looking for a needle in the bottom of the sea", but whether he succeeds or not, he has no way to retreat at this time.

"Accelerate!"

Roddy jumped on the duck again and flew off into the distance.

At the same time, the city square of Hollier City ushered in the last quiet before the storm.

To Wembsk's eyes, the boisterous crowd resembles a herd of lambs in a pen – and in the Tasman kingdom, "sheep" is also another name for "ghoul".

The undead are herders, and ghouls are flocks of sheep, but these "sheep" do not make food, but armies.

The inability of the undead to reproduce dictates that they must rely on "aggression" to expand their population and territory, which is an unchangeable nature. And years of forbearance are just a prelude to their accumulation.

The thought that he was about to write a famous mark in the history of the expansion of the kingdom squeezed out a smile on the corners of Vinbsk's stiff mouth, and he stepped into the crowd of people in the square, listening to the cries of the vendors around him and the bargaining of the people, and sighed softly: "Enjoy your last days..."

But before he could take out the potion, the sudden commotion around him made Winbsk frown, and the crowd turned their heads to look at the outskirts of the square, and the whispers of discussion reached the pharmacist's ears.

"What do you mean, what are you doing with so many troops?"

"Does the Duke of Angmar want to speak?"

"No... How come there are still cavalry?"

Wembsk suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and he immediately stepped up to a high platform next to him, and when he looked closely, a scene that happened not far away made his face change suddenly!

In the rushing procession, a woman in a cloth robe raised the ring in her hand, and the next moment, the two undead acolytes who were mixed in the crowd let out a painful wail together, instinctively drawing their swords to fight back...

And their actions made this army confirm certain facts, and the soldiers collectively raised their shields with a "whoop", and then waved their swords and began the siege!

"How is that possible?!"

Wembsk's mind was in turmoil, he didn't expect the council's plan to be discovered, and for a moment he just wanted to know who had betrayed the council - but then he realized that it was too late, so after a short thought, he immediately waved his hand to signal the acolytes who were in the crowd to break through.

The undead are afraid of death, and Wembsk definitely doesn't want to be surrounded by these humans here.

The remaining eighteen guards immediately took action, drew their swords and rushed towards the street in the opposite direction, and Wembsk did not show his figure, but bowed his head and followed the commotion of the crowd in the other direction: it was a fool to come out at this time, he did not believe that these troops would dare to block all the civilians in the square, and as long as they could escape the roundup, Winbsk could continue the second phase of the dispersal mission at any time.

He grabbed his hood and tried to squeeze forward, but he didn't take a few steps before he noticed a loud commotion in front of him-

"What's going on!?"

"Why did you stop us?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Vembsk looked up and saw that there was also a large number of soldiers in front of him, and the erected shield wall completely blocked the street...

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and when he turned his head to look, he found that his retinue had already engaged in a fierce battle with the soldiers on the other end, because of the suppression of numbers and the assistance of the priest's holy light, these undead could not take advantage of anything at all, and they were completely passive when they retreated.

"Damn..."

Wembsk cursed in a low voice, looked around, and found that five of the six exits in the city square were firmly fenced, and only the smallest one was "releasing people" one by one - Akasha held a ring in front of him, and at the same time used a large "purification ring" to investigate and purify these civilians, and with the efforts of the soldiers, they were being released from the square in batches.

"Purify all the undead!

The six exits were guarded by Titus, Wellington, Akasha, and three other priests, and more than three hundred civilians were blocked in front of the five exits, and every soldier standing in front of the crowd was under tremendous pressure... However, after the group of undead were defeated, they finally took control of the situation in the square.

But with the discovery of the fact of "releasing people" on Akasha's side, the surrounding crowd immediately began to pour towards this exit, the pressure of the soldiers increased sharply several times, the crowd was squeezed together because of panic, no matter how much persuasion was useless, there was even a stampede at the exit on the other side, but no matter how miserable the shouts of the citizens were, the expressions of the soldiers still did not dare to relax.

Wembsk also understood the fact from this: the master of the city of Holier understood what was about to happen in the square and knew very well what the consequences of this plague would be, so in order to stop himself, he was even able to do so at the cost of the death of civilians!

It was a stupid, cruel decision that left Wembsk with no choice.

"Count you ruthless..."

Wembsk let out a low roar with a hideous expression, and he stopped, squinting his eyes at the dense crowd around him, "In that case... Then there is no way. ”

The wooden cork was pulled open with a "pop", and the undead apothecary directly took out the bottle of "inducing potion", and then threw it into the air.

"Smack!"

The next moment, the glass bottle was shattered by the gray "Necromantic Strike", and the green liquid splashed in all directions, blowing all around the square with the "Haze Technique" of Wembsk...

Such sounds and movements were inconspicuous in the chaotic crowd, and even the sound of the potion being broken was muffled by the noise of the crowd. And the potion spread smoothly in the form of a mist, gradually drifting towards the people in front of the square...

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

"Ahem... How-"

In just ten seconds, there was a coughing sound from the frantic crowd in the group, and someone bent down because of the pain in his chest, and then choked his throat like a suffocation...

The first phase of the plague had begun to spread weeks earlier, and although most people only coughed occasionally, they were also "plague carriers" - so with the exception of the area covered by Akasha's "Purification Ring", the people at the exits were in a similar situation, and even some of the shield-wielding soldiers coughed violently.

The strength of the three sect priests was not comparable to that of Akasha, and no matter how much they purified, they could only watch as the civilians in front of them fell to the ground and were trampled under the feet of others...

In the square, people kept falling to the ground in pain, and even opened their mouths to scream wildly during the struggle, and at one moment, they suddenly stopped all movements like dolls without power, and then even disappeared from breathing.

Death came without warning, one civilian after another lost their lives in agony, and more than 100 of the remaining people in the square fell to the ground - the uninfected crowd looked behind them, not understanding what was happening, and the next moment, an oncoming piece of "bone spear technique" directly took their lives.

"Puff puff..."

With a sharp wave of his wand, these civilians were no different from grass mustard in Wembusk's eyes, and he caused a large number of casualties when he raised his hand, and immediately made Titus and others notice his existence, but at this time, Wembsk no longer cared whether his identity would be exposed, he directly took out a high-level scroll given by the council, and tore it open when the blood soaked the earth-

"At the cost of flesh and blood... Fight for the glory of the Tasman!"

Violent fluctuations spread, and the corpses that had just died were all shrouded in gray necromantic aura, and then changed dramatically: a layer of bone armor grew on the surface of their bodies, and sharp nails extended forward from their fingers, and more than fifty undead soldiers with blue eyes shining slowly stood up...

This is the effect of the scroll [Necromantic Summoning: Bone Armor Soldiers], and at the same moment, the citizens who were resurrected as ghouls due to the plague... He also gradually got up from the ground.

A soldier in armor jumped up from the ground and roared to attack the shield array, but the next moment he was smashed in the head by a horse spear.

"Those who are infected with the plague will be killed. ”

Wellington's voice was unabashedly angry... The soldier he had killed had led his horse an hour earlier, but at this time, he could not kill the other party with the slightest mercy.

The war has not really started until now.