The "undead" race cannot "reproduce", after all, the guy whose body has decayed can't give birth to a child no matter how much he does, so how to maintain the number of undead in the population? The answer is simple, to "transform" dead humans.

There are two types of necromancer transformations: one is "corpse transformation", that is, turning the corpse into a zombie with a low IQ and only obeys orders; The other is "Awakening", casting "Awakening Seed" and waiting for it to awaken and become a kindred... i.e. self-aware spirits.

The duration of the "awakening" may be longer or shorter, and the shorter it is, the stronger the awakened undead talent.

Simon, the necromancer who led the team to attack the Sentry of Sora, took 127 years to awaken as an undead, and in a sense, his talent should be considered to be at the middle and upper level. Now that he has advanced to level 10, he is enough to be called a "powerful" mage, and among the six mages under Baron Belom, he is also the strongest one.

Simon, who practiced both the "summoning system" and the "puppet show", easily captured the Sola outpost before noon.

The troops he leads and controls include 40 undead, 3 golems, and more than 180 summoned zombies and skeletons. After the battle began, Simon made the three puppets build a ladder, and with the necromancy and the impact of the soldiers, they directly broke through the defense of the sentry post - because Hanks took away almost most of the combat power, so the dozens of logistics soldiers who stayed at the sentry were powerless to fight back, and they were slaughtered as soon as possible, by the way... Transformed into a zombie.

At this time, the smell of blood is in the air of the Sola sentry post, undead soldiers with weapons are patrolling the watchtower, and the rickety zombies are eating the mutilated corpses on the ground... In fact, they don't need food, and "eating corpses" is just their instinct.

Seeing that the original school yard was covered with corpse debris, Master Simon was slightly dissatisfied, he turned his head to the undead acolyte beside him and arranged: "Let people clean up there, Lord Baron will arrive here in the evening, I don't want your lordship to see anything dirty here." ”

"Yes, sir."

After the soldier took the order, Simon turned to the other attendant and ordered, "Let the soldiers on the watchtower keep an eye on the point, and Carl will say hello to me when he returns... This guy, why is it so hard to chase down a few deserters. ”

Simon naturally did not think that his friend Carl had already been shot in the head by Roddy, and at this time, the undead soldiers in the entire sentry post were still in the excitement of fighting a "winning battle", and when the soldiers who counted the baggage came to report the harvest of the warehouse, Simon's heart was even more happy, and he was full of expectations for the reward of the Baron.

It's past noon, the sun is obscured by dark clouds, and the sky seems to be snowing again.

******

"Although this hat is ugly, you must wear it when you fight."

Seven kilometers away in the woods, Roddy was whispering to Akasha, "Take out those scrolls and use them when they should be used, don't hesitate, Ika and Mason don't care if they see it... Don't worry about the effects of necromancy, I'll give them a 'reasonable' explanation. ”

Naturally, the latter words were whispered, because the two priests were closing their eyes in the distance at this time. Roddy wanted to say something, but when he turned his head, he found that Akasha's face was a little close to him, and he immediately took a small step back in embarrassment.

"W-That—"

"I know, I'll listen to you."

Since the "confession incident", Akasha's attitude towards Roddy has changed a lot, and now she is no longer afraid to speak as before, but has become extremely calm and well-behaved, but Roddy's retreat just now still flashed a trace of imperceptible disappointment in her eyes.

He's still restraining himself after all...

But he clearly cared about me, which showed that he still cared about me.

Akasha is not in a hurry, and is even mentally prepared for a "protracted war". She thought for a moment, raised her hand and put the white priest's hat on her head, which she had not worn before, and then deliberately tied the tie a little crookedly, lowered her eyes, and asked, "Is this okay?" ”

"Uh... It's a bit crooked here. Roddy pointed, and saw that Akasha looked puzzled, so he had to take a step closer and reach out to help her tie the frenulum back - at such a distance, Roddy felt the faint scent of Akasha's body fill his nostrils, and the smell had a strange power, soft and intoxicating...

Ahem, what are you thinking?

Now that the team is resting and ready to go into battle again, it is time to think about how to reduce the team's possible losses.

"Roddy."

While his mind was thinking, Akasha suddenly called out his name.

"Huh?"

He fastened the lacing, his arms hung down, and he looked down, and he met Akasha's eyes.

"It's a tough choice," Akasha said solemnly and with a little admiration, looking at Roddy, "choose to save them... Your stress must be unimaginable. But no matter what happens next, I'm going to support you in doing so, I think you're doing the right thing, and... I'm proud to follow you. ”

She took a deep breath, as if she had exhausted all her strength to say these words, and her eyes were lowered with a straight gaze: "I—I'll go over there to see the wounded..."

After saying that, she clutched her chest and ran away, but she didn't know that her cheeks were already flushed.

Luo Digu stood there looking at her back in a daze, and then his expression softened a lot: although he only said a few words, being understood and recognized by others would eventually ease the pressure in his heart, and for him, this might be more comforting to him than the record of "zero deaths".

"Her hat doesn't look good."

Nata appeared beside her silently, and rarely complained about Akasha, which surprised Roddy, but he said very strictly: "The equipment is ugly or not, you have to wear it well, and so are you, although the leather hat is ugly, it is made of 'fire thorn iguana' skin, and you must wear it on the battlefield." ”

Nata tilted her head away, seemingly reluctant.

Roddy's own "Behemoth Controller Headband" look is passable, but Nata's lower-level leather armor helmet is not beautiful after all, which may be the only flaw of the whole set of leather armor - but Roddy is a "utilitarian", and if he can make his attributes two more points, he will definitely not care how ugly the equipment is.

"This is non-negotiable, bring it now, the team will set off in a short time."

"Yes."

In a cold response, Nata reached out and put on the leather helmet - Roddy glanced at it, and pointed to her chin helplessly: "It's crooked there, this way." ”

"Help me."

"Huh?"

Roddy even wondered if he had misheard, and turned his head to look at Nata, only to find that she was still looking at him with a blank face...

"I'm still in business!"

Roddy refused without hesitation, and even felt a little unreasonable - in the past, Nata's stubborn independence was outrageous, and she never asked anyone for help, but... What's going on today?

He obviously wouldn't have noticed Nata's slightly resentful look at this time, otherwise Roddy would have pinched his thigh to see if he was hallucinating.

The soldiers in the camp were trying to recover, because they all knew that the "rest" at this time was only temporary, and according to the plan, the team would leave for the Sola post in two hours.

"Throw away everything that should be unloaded, and get it ready as much as possible."

The servants had already chopped up a lot of wood to make up an improvised ladder, Hanks and Sodrol were discussing the feasibility of attacking from all angles, the tension was always tense, and everyone understood... Their current situation is not good.

And Roddy knows better that he is in a race against time.

"Frost Baron" Belom is the stage boss of the epic mission, and Roddy knows that his strength may not be able to compete with the other party, so he must capture it before the other party arrives at the outpost!

It's a time difference, and if you go one step late, then the Sola outpost guarded by Belom is not something that his soldiers can take...

******

At the same moment, behind a low slope six kilometers from the Sola outpost, Sauron, wrapped in bandages, was meditating with his eyes closed.

With the blessing of sorcery, he showed his earth-shattering combat prowess, and he led his team to break through all fronts, and the plan he had planned was almost successful, but he didn't expect to fall short because of the undead!

So many soldiers died, so much blood was shed, but in the end nothing was gained, this feeling of grievance haunted the hearts of all orcs, and there was nowhere to vent their anger...

Sauron knew he couldn't go.

If he can't grab food from the Sentry Sora, how can he be willing to go back? Do you want to go back and watch your soldiers starve to death?!

Thankfully, most of Sauron's soldiers remained: thirty of the forty-seven wolf cavalry were still combat-ready, and thirty-four of the fifty infantry were still available. After being treated by witchcraft, they were all regained and were able to launch an effective surprise attack on the sentry.

But only once.

"I've waited three months and can't wait any longer..."

Sauron slowly got to his feet, and he knew that he was now on the edge of a cliff - whether he crossed the moat or fell into the abyss was up to him in the next battle.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, he muttered, "If there is no more food to eat, I'm afraid we'll be done before the next snow comes." ”

"Witch Doctor..."

The orc next to him limped to Sauron's side, and with some difficulty in both hands, he lifted the battle axe, which had several crumbles, and the traces of polishing were still on the edge, and the dried blood seemed to have soaked into the metal, and it could not be worn off no matter how much he grinded.

"Pass my orders..."

"Now rest and recuperate, we will attack the Sola post before dark, and this time - there is no advance or retreat."

Zoro closed his eyes, his body was covered in blood and dirt, but he didn't bother to wipe it - even if he had paid attention to these appearances and habits, he had to admit a fact in the face of the pressure of survival...

He is an orc, a bloodthirsty orc, no matter what he has learned or wants to achieve, he cannot get rid of such an identity.