Attacked by Zhao Li at midnight, the reaction of the soldiers of the Eastern Expeditionary Army of the Western Nigadian Kingdom was not unpleasant.

From the time Zhao Li broke through the fence of the camp and forcibly broke into the camp, in less than five minutes, half of the soldiers in the other half of the camp jumped out of bed and rushed out of the tent with weapons.

However, in Zhao Li's eyes, these Western Nigadians were absolutely stupid, because these soldiers did not rush towards their side as soon as they rushed out of the tent, but began to assemble and simply assemble.

In the case of an ordinary night attack on the camp, these Nigadians are absolutely right, and it is the right thing to attack in the middle of the night without knowing the enemy or the enemy, without knowing the strength or weakness, and it is the right thing to do to assemble and discern the situation first.

But what Zhao Li brought was not an ordinary night attack...

It took about five or six minutes for the Nigadian people to assemble and identify the situation, and this time was simply too critical for Zhao Li!

Five or six minutes, in exchange for two armies to face each other, may not be worth the damage, but if it is placed on four or five hundred strengthened undead demon minions to slaughter defenseless humans... That's a lot of numbers.

In a total of ten minutes or so, Zhao Li and his "Scourge Legion" turned the concentration camp where the townspeople of Peel Town and members of the Pure Brotherhood were imprisoned into a human purgatory.

Although at least half of the thousands of people escaped, the bones and blood left behind were already terrifying, and a cursory glance at the corpses that fell to the ground was definitely in the four figures.

"Assemble. ”

Zhao Li, who was strolling in purgatory, said softly, only to see that the undead demon servants who were still chasing and attacking those townspeople who had not escaped immediately gave up the pursuit and began to quickly gather towards the venue-next, it was the counterattack of the Nigadian army to deal with.

Driven by Zhao Li, the former mercenary leader of Peel Town, the current revenant bearded Sandro is flying over the corpses all over the ground—there are traces of blue lines overflowing from the dead corpses all over the ground, rushing towards Sandro's translucent body, which is absorbed by him, and Sandro's dead soul body is also growing stronger.

After being sucked into Zhao Li's "Hammer Sorrow", Sandro's ghost is no longer an ordinary human soul, but a "terrible ghost".

Although the dead soul Sandro was full of grief and reluctance - many of the dead townspeople were his good friends, but he had been detained by the soul container, and there was nothing he could do but obey Zhao Li's command, not to mention that the lives of his family and the families of his comrades-in-arms were all still in the hands of this evil being...

"Next, I'm going to upgrade the Dark Meditation, the upper limit of mana is okay, it's a big deal to use the free attribute to point back to blue, but the "Natural Disaster Arrival" cast range with a radius of more than 100 meters is really too painful..."

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Zhao Li carried the Hammer Grief back on his shoulder, chanting the spell of "Disaster Descending" while wandering among the corpses and blood all over the ground, the blood of thousands of people being slaughtered, making the ground of this camp completely red...

Zhao Li's mana value was almost drained, and a large amount of black demonic mist shrouded the corpses in the audience - although Zhao Li kept complaining that his mana was too low, resulting in a spell casting range that was too small, but judging from the current density of corpses... Zhao Li's upper limit of mana is the key to limiting the number of undead he can resurrect.

"Dead, listen to me!"

When Zhao Li raised the hammer in his hand again, he saw that the dense corpses around him began to twitch and began to move on the ground to get up.

Hundreds of souls burned in the darkness and blood of the camp.

"Dead, listen to your orders!"

Hundreds of dead townsfolk and members of the Pure Brotherhood rose tremblingly from the blood-soaked ground and let out a low, hoarse roar when they knelt down in front of Zhao Li.

Immediately, these newly resurrected human undead servants stood up and began to march in line towards the phalanx formed by the undead monsters, standing at the front.

And Zhao Li, carrying the big silver stick "Hammer Sorrow", walked to the next pile of corpses...

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In the other half of the camp, the commander of the camp was gathering a large number of soldiers, and he also saw what was happening on Zhao Li's side...

"It's not a monster invasion!"

The commander's eyes widened and he almost jumped - everyone, at first, thought they were under attack by a monster, and then they found out that the main area of attack was not a military area, but a concentration camp for the townspeople, and they were not in a hurry...

Anyway, these townsfolk and cult believers who want to become coolies are almost picked up for nothing, there are the best, and it is not bad to die, if it is a monster invasion, maybe kill a little people, and leave with the corpse.

But right now, it's clearly not like that!

The commander watched as a large number of dead townsfolk and cult believers continued to get up from the ground, join the ranks of demons, and start a confrontation with his half of the camp, and at the same time, there was a ghost visible to the naked eye, constantly hovering and flying in the air...

There's a damn undead dark wizard doing something!

The commander's eyelids jumped a few times, and in a way, the undead dark wizard of the human race was more hated than the monster.

"Quick, send someone to Peel Town to inform Lord Duke that there are monsters and dark wizards attacking the camp!"

The commander reacted quickly, whether it was dealing with monsters or dark wizards, and finally handed over to the supernatural powers, fortunately, as far as he knew, there were several court mages and witchers in the command center of Peel Town, and what he had to do now was to hold on until those transcendents arrived.

"Change to silver weapons, all shooters to silver arrows, ready to attack!"

The Commander began to give loud orders - an order that showed the quality of the Commander, who was an experienced leader who always made the right choices.

Facing a dark wizard army that is constantly resurrecting dead corpses and expanding the number of minions, it is the most stupid act to confront it stupidly, every minute and every second of delay will only make the other party stronger, and what you have to do at this time is to fight!

Attacking, frantic attacks to force the opponent to stop expanding the number of undead is the only way to win!

"Attack!"

In the darkness of the night, the heralds of the Western Nigadian army roared in unison.

Although most of the soldiers were not armoured, at least all of them were armed.

Under the order, all the Nigadian soldiers rushed towards the camp with their weapons in hand—these soldiers who strictly carried out the order were the key to the Nigadians' successive defeats of the Temoan army in the previous wars, and they completely forbade it.