Lichs belong to the higher races and generally possess great magical powers.

That's only secondary, though.

Whether it's angels, demons, dragons, or titans, all the other higher races know one thing, and that is not to provoke a lich if it's okay.

If you have to provoke, then fight quickly, and don't drag yourself into a protracted war.

This race has many characteristics that are completely different from other races. For example, they have almost no clear desires, they are in a state of confusion every day, and if someone offends him, it is undoubtedly giving him a clear goal. He will go crazy with joy, and then fight hard for an almost infinite lifespan until he defeats his opponent and settles the score.

What's even more terrifying is that this race doesn't need to rest yet, so their way of settling accounts is sleepless, twenty-four hours a day. Because idleness is idleness, they have to do something, don't they? and the Lich's undead summoning magic is the cheapest and least expensive of all magic. This means that their destructive power is stable and terrifying.

Of course, there are other undead traits such as no morale, no fear of death, no pain, no fear, and super discipline, which are very suitable for Legion combat.

It's terrible, it's terrible. There is almost no difference between messing with a lich and stabbing a hornet's nest.

Of course, human beings who don't know anything about the higher races certainly don't have this awareness. The humans who were fighting Gray didn't even know that they were dealing with a lich.

Benedict II and Duke Fernández still have tens of thousands of troops in their hands, can they crush a little lich who can only manipulate a hundred undead knights?

Absolutely.

In fact, all the "big guys" in Catherine's mouth think so. Even heaven and hell think so.

However, that's just assuming the strategy is right. If the strategy is not correct, there are many more possibilities......

With a distance of 50 kilometers, if Duke Fernandez took the initiative to attack, tens of thousands of troops, a large number of infantry, and all kinds of baggage, it would take him at least two days to reach the Lion King's capital.

That's why he chose this distance to camp, it's the best "wait-and-see" distance.

But, this is only in the case of a general army.

If the opponent is a force of a hundred undead cavalry, then the situation is completely different.

At the same distance of 50 km, a hundred undead cavalrymen who don't even need to breathe, it will only take an hour. He did that no different than putting meat on a cutting board.

......

On that day, Duke Fernández's soldiers slept groggily and unprepared.

The camp was silent, except for the sound of the wind, the sound of burning wood on a campfire, the staccato snoring, and the footsteps of soldiers patrolling...... Well, actually, there are quite a few types of sounds, but none of them are big.

The soldiers standing guard were a little drowsy.

They were told that the war would not begin until after the arrival of the army of the Kingdom of Allen, and until then, they should eat and drink.

So, without warning, the familiar lines rang in everyone's ears: "All sins will be reckoned, all souls will be sublimated! The sun shines on every corner, and there is no room for a shadow!"

The soldiers in their sleep were all awakened, including Duke Fernández. He hurriedly sat up from the bed, only to find that there was no movement around him.

"Nightmare?"

The beads of sweat on his forehead slowly slid down.

Holding his forehead, he was about to lie down and go back to sleep. However, that voice rang out again.

"For Justice!Knights of the Silver Moon!Charge ——!"

Duke Fernández was agitated and hurriedly rushed out of the tent.

It was still quiet, but the soldiers around him opened their eyes wide one by one, looking at him as vigilantly as he was, and they didn't know why.

"You ...... Did you hear anything?"

"I seem to hear it, but ...... I can't hear clearly. "The soldiers are all divided, and no one can tell.

Suddenly, Duke Fernández saw something moving rapidly on the northeastern hill under the moonlight, but there was no sound.

His eyes widened slowly.

The sentinels guarding the northeast of the camp watched carefully with half-squinted eyes and held their breath.

Time ticked by.

Gradually, they saw clearly the galloping figures through the faint moonlight, and saw the flying silver moon banner clearly, and their expressions were distorted.

"Silver! Knights of the Silver Moon ——!," someone screamed.

"For justice!"

The next moment, Gray, who had rushed to the first place, had already jumped high on Tenedas and jumped over the fence of the camp, which was not too high.

The soldiers, who were supposed to be guarding the edge of the fence, were stupefied and began to scatter.

Then, second, third, fourth, the members of the Silver Moon Knights leaped into the camp one by one.

The unprepared soldiers of Duke Fernández were in chaos and scrambled to flee.

In fact, they were right to do so, in the absence of organization, ordinary soldiers alone against the members of the Silver Moon Knights, it was purely looking for death.

"Wait, we're here to set the fire, but we don't have torches. ”

"Don't be afraid, they have!"

So, the Knights of the Silver Moon began to collect torches and threw them one by one at the roofs of the tents around them.

The fire began to burn brightly.

Count Fernandez's face turned blue.

He really couldn't understand why the Knights of the Silver Moon had suddenly appeared here, how they could pick him instead of the king's army. And just before going to bed, he also received a secret letter from the lion king, telling him that everything was normal in the city......

However, he didn't have time to think about it that much now.

"Assemble——! everybody, assemble! Don't panic! There are only a hundred of them! We've won!" he walked through the barracks, which had not yet been affected, shouting, stopping the chaos that was taking place, and began to try to organize a counterattack.

Based on the King's experience with Gray, the large ballista was quickly pushed out.

However, the already chaotic forces in the northeast obviously could not be an opponent of the Knights of the Silver Moon.

So, before the troops were assembled, and before Duke Fernández could transport the few ballistas to the northeastern camp, the swift Knights of the Silver Moon had already circled and set everything in the camp on fire.

"Retreat! Tactical objectives have been achieved! Retreat!" Gray shouted in the wind waving the banner of the Silver Moon.

The undead knights of the Knights of the Silver Moon quickly gathered and then evacuated the same way with Gray. The level of training simply stunned Duke Fernandez.

Ordinary armies would take at least ten minutes to complete the delivery of orders, but the Silver Moon Knights seemed to only need a moment.

"Leave them alone! Leave them alone! Fight the fire!" shouted Duke Fernández and began to organize firefighting to reduce the damage.

However, he was still naïve, and this was just the beginning.

Behind the mountain, which could not be seen from the barracks, under the leadership of Gray, a hundred knights of the Silver Moon Knights were quickly turning and detouring.

"Aren't you going back next, what else do you want to do?" the black cat screamed.

"Why do you want to go back? It's not dawn yet, and it's idle to go back. Gray said seriously: "Guardian of justice, there is no need to rest!"

Fifteen minutes, just fifteen minutes, before Duke Fernandez's fire was extinguished, the Knights of the Silver Moon, who had just "escaped", returned and began to set fire to the southwest.

The reason why it took fifteen minutes was not that they had a fifteen-minute rest, but that it took fifteen minutes to detour from the northeast to the southwest of the camp.

Duke Fernández was stunned: "Don't they need to rest?"

Yes, it really doesn't need to.

This is a wind-like tactic, a natural instinct of the undead. Who made them not need to sleep or rest in the first place? The average human cavalry is enough to choke on one round, but they can still launch a second round, round after round, and they are tireless.

As soon as he evacuated from the northeast, he immediately entered the southwest and set fire to it.

"Next up is the Northwest Side!"

At 4:50, the Knights of the Silver Moon withdrew from the southwest under the siege of the large army, and at 5 o'clock, they fought again to the northwest.

At 5:30 a.m., they entered the southeast.

This time, Duke Fernandez did not rush to send troops to surround it, after all, the infantry could not be surrounded at all, and the cavalry in his hands could not catch up with the Silver Moon Knights. If it is sent out, it is equivalent to being divided.

As a result, the unrestrained Knights of the Silver Moon became even more emboldened, and they went directly to the middle of the camp and burned down Duke Fernandez's tent......

There were no casualties, after all, the Knights of the Silver Moon did not aim to destroy their opponents, but the entire camp was already in flames.

To chase, or not to chase, the disgraced Duke Fernández is in a dilemma.

After much hesitation, he could only concentrate all his troops at one point in the camp, set up a circular formation, and then hope that the night would pass quickly.

This was a tactic of war specifically for raiding cavalry. You know, it was not easy to put the troops back together in the midst of chaos, although Duke Fernández still managed to do it with years of experience. But, that's all.

He had only more than 10,000 troops, and it was impossible to deploy a circular formation large enough to hold the entire camp. As a result, the rest of the camp was left to the Knights of the Silver Moon to be burned down.

Catherine floated high in the air and looked down silently, her face expressionless.

Vivien next to her was so excited that she almost shouted and cheered for Gray.

Gray was still whistling in the wind, and the black cat was shaken.

Duke Fernández watched as he saw it, and his face couldn't be more ugly. It was undoubtedly the worst battle he had ever fought in his life.

When dawn fell, the Knights of the Silver Moon had already taken turns to attack Duke Fernandez's camp seven times, coming and going like the wind, unable to stop, unable to stay, unable to fight......

I have to say that the undead are industrious, that is really "industrious". Especially the undead with faith.

This is just the beginning.