"There are undead, many undead have entered the town!

As soon as the knight ran into the castle, he shouted at the top of his voice.

The knight's shiny metal armor had been stained with a lot of blood, and the steadiness of the nobility that he should have was no longer cared for.

"What?

Immediately, a noble lord stood up violently, shouting with an incredible face on his face.

There were only four or five thousand Nigadian soldiers who had successfully withdrawn to the western part of Peel Town, and when they returned to the town, all the high-ranking nobles were quite unanimous in their opinion - to first establish several lines of defense to block the undead army that might be facing them next.

The defensive line built in Peel Town is completely different from the camping outside, with a large number of siege equipment and heavy weapons - such as trebuchets, siege cones, ramming vehicles, etc., although they are prepared for the later surprise attacks, but they are also quite useful against the rough-skinned undead monsters.

How could such a multi-line of defense built by thousands of people be broken through in just one discussion meeting?

"Didn't you say that the town of Reliance Peel could resist at least two large hourglasses of the enemy?

Marquis Tyrell stood up and asked the few nobles present.

The Great Hourglass, this is the time keeping method of the Nigadian - the time of a large hourglass is almost an hour, according to the estimation of these Nigadian nobles, relying on the defense line formed by the town can resist the army of dark wizards and the undead for at least two hours, such a long time, enough time for the big guys to work out the next course of action.

But how could it be broken through in half an hour? This is inevitably too far from the expected!

"Yes, it's Duke Ambury and Earl Roy! Count Roy has become an undead, it was he who led the army of the undead to break through our weak line, and then under the command of Duke Amberly, our follow-up counterattacks also failed..."

The knight who ran in to report the situation almost cried out.

"What? Ambury and Roy have become undead, and they are leading an army of the undead to attack Peel Town?"

Not only the Marquis of Tyrrell, but all the other nobles stood up in shock.

In the face of the army of dark wizards and undead who came to attack them, a lot of the common knowledge that used to be used in the past no longer works - what resurrected undead are much weaker than before they were alive, what resurrected undead are very stupid and dull, what necromancers are very fragile can be easily solved by a demon hunter...

It's all nonsense!

Even a resurrected Peel farmer is as strong as a mad dog, and it takes at least one of the most elite warriors to fight it out!

Look at the dark wizard who almost caught them in the first place... That damn dark wizard is as strong as a bear!

Finally, listen to this knight's report, if anyone says that the undead are stupid, these nobles can kill him on the spot! Right now, even the Duke Ambery, the first military god of the western Nigadian Kingdom, has become an undead, and he has led a large army to break through the defense line of Peel Town!

"What now? Which way are we running?"

Marquis Tyrell swallowed nervously, and at this point, he completely abandoned the strategy of "holding Peel Town" that he had always adhered to, and asked directly to the other nobles present.

This question once again exposes the stupidity of the Marquis of Tyrellle and why no nobleman would choose to listen to him...

"We can only retreat to the occupied areas of our own kingdom!"

This time, all the high-level nobles who knew a little about warfare decided on the next course of action in unison.

There had been a plan to retreat into Temoa, partly because to retreat to the Nigadian occupation, it would be necessary to face the undead army again, the damned Dark Wizard and his legions were in the way, and partly because the Negadian nobles did not take the Temoas seriously.

Even if they were defeated by the Dark Wizards and the army of the undead, even if they lost their Supreme Commander and only half of their forces were left, these Nigadians were still confident that they would be safe in Temoa - although it might be impossible to raid the capital or something, or even take the city of Kye, it would be impossible to say that they would be defeated by the Waste Temoya.

But now that the Dark Wizard and his army of the undead have breached all of Peel's outer defenses, and even invaded the town, it's impossible to say how many soldiers they can take with them to evacuate in such a chaotic situation—a four-figure figure would be God's blessing.

In such a situation, to retreat further into the territory of the Temoas is to find death, and even if the Temoans are wasted, it is impossible to defeat even the remnants of the Nigadian army of a few hundred or at most nearly a thousand.

On the contrary, now taking advantage of the chaos, a little detour from outside the town can easily run back to the occupied area of Nigad, and as for whether the king will be angry or something after returning, that is another story, it will not be worse than dying in Peel Town or being captured by the Temoyas.

We went out through the east gate of the town, and then rode back to the west from the woods on the side, and ran all the way to Poplar Village before resting!"

A high-ranking nobleman of Nigad, who had a bit of intelligence, quickly made a plan, and the other people present finally surprisingly agreed to the plan.

"Ahh

"Run, help!"

At that moment, there was another commotion outside, and the sound came directly from outside the castle gate.

"Damn, how could it be so fast!"

"Let's go!"

At this moment, all the nobles moved, drew their swords, and ran towards the castle gate.

At this time, no one will pay attention to any status and title, the old and frail Marquis of Tyrelll was directly left behind, if it were not for the two loyal knights by his side to support him, I am afraid that he would not be able to leave the castle nervously.

When the Marquis of Tyrellle walked to the gate of the castle, he thought that the others should have finished running, but he was surprised to find that the nobles who had run out before him were all standing at the gate of the castle in a neat and large manner.

"Are you waiting for me? yes, you should be waiting for me, old man—" Marquis Tyrell said as he walked out of the castle gates... Then his mouth closed on its own.

In front of him, no, should I say say, there was a blue-and-white ghost fluttering - or an old acquaintance of his.

"I bring you the greetings of the master. Especially you, Tyrrell. ”

Count Roy, who was ruthlessly refused to support and led the guards alone to rescue his son and followers, had become a "stick spirit" at this time, carrying a steel sword, looking at a group of former "colleagues" from above.