The battle lasted for a day and a night.

The sound of the battle between the two imperial armies filled the ears of the night all the time, and when the chaotic sound that shook the world gradually disappeared, the terrible rain that drenched him hiding in the corner of the defensive fortress slowly faded away, and finally completely transformed into a thin haze.

When the night saw a halo rising behind the fog in the distance, I knew that I had survived the storm all night trembling, because the night sky was illuminated by brilliant strategic magic into a night of daylight, all kinds of strategic magic collided, and the sky was full of colorful colors, even the bright crescent moon had to quietly hide its pretty eyebrows for this "beauty".

The heavy rain that had been terrible all night, as if telling the tragic events of this piece of heaven and earth, stood up in the dark and stood up wet, shivered and made a swing, and couldn't help but glance at the city.

From time to time, stray bullets from the strategic rune goblin cannon fell into the fortress, stirring up a bottomless crater, which had been completely filled with muddy rain, but what appeared in the pit was not yellow turbidity, but crimson and crimson, the red one made people weird, and the red one made people tremble!

The fortress city was full of such potholes, and the edge of the pit was full of broken and pale black armor corpses, which was shocking!

In the middle of the desolate city, except for the mechanical counterattack of the standing people, there will not be a complete corpse of people who lie on the ground and cannot get up, because no one knows when the stray bullet will fall without warning.

The thick stone gate in front of the ruined fortress city, which had been closed for a day and a night, finally squeaked and slowly rose in the mist of smoke and rain, making people feel their teeth sour.

The night seems to pass through this only gap door, seeing the fireworks in front of which cannot be extinguished by the rain, and you can see countless flags and drizzles, which are weakly inserted on the earth, and what passes through this door is not sunlight, but a black with no end in sight!

Black armor, black banners, and of course, black mage robes!

Countless "black" standing motionless in the rain, it is so shocking, the first time in the night to see so much "black", if there was an intuitive understanding of the unit of "10,000" in his heart, now through the gap that slowly opens, this sea of people in the unit of "10,000", he no longer knows how much, and everywhere his eyes reach is this "black" oppression.

Groups of black armor poured into the interior of the fortress city, which was carried back and still panting in pain, wounded soldiers!

As the door opened, the two worlds seemed to be at last connected, and the flow of wounded soldiers was more like a long dragon that never ended, and the head of it was not seen at all, and this situation lasted for a whole morning, first those who were carried back lying down, and then those who could walk back on their own, and there was no noise in the fortified city except for the roar of pain.

The water mage group in the fortress is frantically releasing their own water spells to save people, and a group of earth mages are chanting loudly, trying their best to repair the huge scars on the city wall, and by the way, they also fill in the big hole in the defense city, countless black armor soldiers are busy, carrying the dead towards the back door of the fortress, all the people of the archer army sit in the muddy water, wiping their war bow bowstrings with the lining inside the light armor, after a night of heavy rain, this is what they must do, otherwise what awaits is the relaxation of the bow and arrow.

The screams of pain were orderly, and the night looked at them as if they were not part of the fortress at this time, and everyone had their own work, and they seemed to be forgotten, and they just watched what was happening in the fortress city.

This look is another day and a night!

As the last wounded soldier moved into the fortress city with difficulty, the heavy city gate slowly closed, and the endless black armor in front did not return with this gate, and no intact soldier stepped back, only pain and death returned.

The night knows that the war is still going on, and this should be a defensive battle, with the Empire of Light attacking and the Empire of the Undead defending.

This ruined military fortress is the last bastion of the endless black-armored soldiers in front of it, containing the maimed and painful.

With the sound of a rapid and terrible horn, the heavy fortress suddenly roared, and all the soldiers who were still in a state of napping stood up suddenly, copied the soldiers on their sides, and looked out of the city with a heavy breath.

At this time, there was a panic above the city, and there were loud shouts and insults everywhere, especially the operator of the strategic rune goblin cannon, with a sound of "release" that shook the entire defensive fortress.

The heart-shaking sound of tom roared again and again in this world, and the night knew that the war had started again.

And this time he didn't know how long it would last, and he didn't know how many painful figures would be carried back when the heavy stone door was open when the battle was over.

The strategic magic of the two empires in the sky shone brightly for three days in a row, and as the heavy stone door opened, the night knew that the second attack of the Empire of Light was over, and he was assigned a job.

Carry the corpse!

Get the corpses of the soldiers who didn't hold back after they came back out of the defensive fortress, pick up the sign of their names and hometowns on their necks, go to the logistics quartermaster to register them, and then use skeleton soldiers to dispose of the group of dead bodies.

The way to deal with this is to carry it out of the fortified fortress and throw it into a col in the rear, if the col is filled, go to the group of earth mages in the fortified city to dig a large and deep pit and let it be filled in later.

If the bones inside the body are not broken, the head is carried directly to a warehouse in the logistics department, where a group of necromancers will have a reasonable arrangement for these intact corpses.

The night silently commanded his skeleton shelf to do the work at hand, put the intact corpses in this warehouse, and didn't want to stay any longer, he always felt that the work of carrying mutilated corpses was more than a hundred times stronger than coming to this warehouse.

As a necromancer, he knew too well what this group of black-robed men was going to do with this pile of intact corpses.

But maybe this is the cruel side of war, not only the cruelty of life and death on the front line, but also in the rear, although the night is not a benevolent cynic, but for this group of respectable people who died fighting for the empire, it is still a little unacceptable to be branded into zombies and skeleton soldiers.

And their biological parents, when they get the news of their death in battle, may also get a generous pension, but the last side will not be seen, and even ashes will not be available.

Maybe the life and death of people are not cruel, the most cruel thing is that after heaven and man are separated, you can't look at your cold body that sacrificed your life for the country!

The night is doing something.

They will do their best to mix the so-called "intact" corpses with rotten intestines and carry them to the large pit at the back of the fortress city and bury them together.

It was the only thing he could do, and while they might be ordinary civilians in their black armor, he felt that these people deserved the funeral rites that necromancers had.

Regardless of identity, this pile of dead bodies deserves to be done at the risk of being beaten with a baton.

The war was still going on, and the night had completely forgotten the time, and this was the one thing that had to be done every day, to transport the corpses to the pit at the back of the fortress city.

The pit was dug one after another, and the corpses were filled one after another, until the pit was filled with hideous corpses, and the pit was covered with layers of thick soil by the earth mage, and the pit continued to dig, and the corpses were filled like this, and when the night stood on the land behind the fortress city, I didn't know how many such pits there were.

I can't find it, and no one wants to check it, so much so that I am even more lazy to check, because the chief is still urging them to carry fresh corpses, and a new bottomless pit is still waiting for them to fill it.

Numbness!

The night full of pickles has been completely untouched, and coming to this place is a real sight of how worthless life is, dead is dead, and even the fate of his own corpse can't be decided, and those who are lucky enough to return to the fortress city to die have to face two fates, and those who died on the previous battlefield have only one fate, that is, the large strategic mage of the necromancer regiment- Corpse Lifting, turning into an unconscious skeleton warrior and charging forward, and finally even his own bones have to do their part for the glory of this empire.

The cruelty of war makes the night sick.

It turns out that the necromancer is not the most cold-blooded in this world, the most cold-blooded is the machine of the empire and the war!

And in the face of this reality, he doesn't even have the right to struggle, the only thing he can do is move the corpse, move the corpse.......