On the outskirts of the Lion City, the Imperial City of the Zenast Empire, a huge barracks schoolyard.

A large number of soldiers gathered in this school yard, densely distributed into more than a dozen areas, each area with a minimum of about 100 people, and a maximum of nearly 1,000 people.

Of the assembled soldiers, only some of them were in order, while the rest were a little disorganized, and each area was made up of a mix of different outfits and equipment.

There were soldiers armed with spears or halberds, crossbowmen and archers in iron chain mail, griffins of all sizes who had been tamed and obediently lay beside the tamers, and stout, tall and mighty swordsmen armed with steel swords and shields, some of whom were even armed from head to toe in armor.

Each area had at least one or more heavily armed royal knights, sturdy pointed spears with red and white stripes, shields and metal defenses on horses painted bright blue, dark metal armor thick and solid, and a large mane of beautiful golden mane on the back of the knight's helmet.

Each knight stood beside several brown-robed monks and a few blue-robed priests.

The knights in these areas all sat on their backs, facing a high platform in the center of the school field, quietly waiting for something.

"Beep~~~~" A loud trombhorn sounded, and everyone's attention was focused on the high platform in the central area.

A man in silver-white armor appeared on the high platform.

"Whew!wow!wow!wow!" the whole school hall cheered instantly.

"My Majesty......"

"Glory ......"

"Dedicate My Loyal ......"

"Lord of the Lions......

A large number of noisy voices were mixed with cheers, and the morale in the school yard was at its peak, and everyone was enthusiastic!

"My people!" a loud and magnetic voice resounded through the schoolyard through the magician's transmission, and the cheers erupted again.

The man waved his arm to signal silence, and the sound soon stopped.

"I am Pomonroni Zenast!

"Today, you will all be heroes!"

"Heroes of Zenast!"

"Heroes of mankind!"

The loud cheers erupted again, and everyone shouted loudly with red faces, and the deafening sound spread through the sky.

"On the other side of the sea, some filthy and evil undead have withered bones, carrying rusty broken swords, encroaching on the homes that belong to mankind and brutally killing unarmed civilians!"

"For humanity!"

"Our mighty magicians have built the walls of the Empire!

"Any undead skeleton that tries to get close to the walls of the Empire has been smashed under the walls!"

"Now, you! will represent the great Zenast Empire, through the gate of time and space, to the Imperial Wall! Protect humanity! Each and every one of you will be recorded in history, engraved on the inscription, and revered! Each and every one of you will become a new nobleman after the battle exploits!"

Loud cheers rang out again.

"Zenast!Zenast!Zenast!"

"Zenast ......"

After a short remark, King Pomonroni slowly stepped down from the platform with a smile.

In the Tower of the Magical Guild in the City of Lions, a group of magicians quarreled fiercely around a square table, and everyone's faces were ugly.

An elderly magician in a white robe sitting on a chair with an indifferent expression and indifferent to the quarrels of the others, he waved his hand and said, "Anyway, tomorrow you will set off for the Imperial Wall, the quota is like this, you choose your own people, tomorrow." ”

The old magician's words silenced the scene for a few seconds, and then a group of magicians began to argue again.

In the motorcade back to the palace, King Pomonroni and a white-robed magician sat face to face, looking at each other calmly.

"Master Ryan, I'm not a king who only likes to hear good news, I want to hear the truth, and the most likely judgment, do you know what I mean?" said King Pomonroni to the middle-aged white-robed magician sitting in front of him.

The white-robed magician's face was calm, and his clear eyes looked directly at the king in the carriage.

"Tell me, Master Ryan, you know that I respect you as much as my father, and I have the right to know what my soldiers, my people, what they are really up against!

Ryan, the white-robed magician, still didn't speak.

"Can they come back, can they come back to Zenaste?" Pomonroni was a little deflated, and there was some helplessness and heaviness in his words.

Ryan, the white-robed magician, was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

Pomonroni's heart sank, and his gaze at him became more anxious: "Can't the walls of the empire hold those damned undead?"

Sighing, Ryan slowly spoke to him, "My Majesty, I once studied that holy war from my teacher's teacher's codex, for the undead legion, a wall may be able to stop their tracks, but that is only to stop ordinary undead. ”

"The real evil undead are Lich Kings like Sandru, and a wall is no better than a piece of parchment. No one knows how long he has been around and how powerful his magic has been precipitated over the years. Ryan began slowly.

"There are many accounts of Sandru the Lich King, many of all kinds, some of which are exaggerated and some of which are made up. I had seen some of Sandru's accounts in an unsigned magic manual, and I had doubted the authenticity of those accounts, but in the end I found that almost all of them were true. ”

Speaking of this, Ryan was silent for a while, and said with a little recollection: "It is recorded in this magic manual that the high-level magicians of human beings or other races died one after another in the Holy War at the hands of the Lich Sandru. ”

"The owner of the Necro Artifact...... Sandru?" Bomonroni muttered, his eyes like torches and his brow furrowed slightly.

"Sandru, in the Age of Chaos, he is known as the strongest mage among the undead race, and even the most powerful mage in the Age of Chaos......" Ryan said seriously.

"The most powerful mage in the Age of Chaos?" Pomonroni was incredulous.

Ryan nodded solemnly and said, "In the records, there was once an independent principality that relied on a huge military base to block a line of the Undead Legion...... , and then Sandru appeared, killed almost all the magicians in the independent principality, and then opened the gates of the city, leading the army of undead to slaughter the entire city, leaving no living creatures behind. ”

"The walls of the empire ......," Bomonroni felt a faint sense of trepidation and uneasiness in his heart.

"If Sandru makes a move, the Imperial Walls will not be able to withstand the onslaught of the undead. It will fall in a few days. Ryan was categorical.