Dislafa three days ago.

The crescent moon hangs high, the gentle breeze blows through the royal capital of Bavaria, and everything is business as usual amid the crisp chirping of insects.

Although the kingdom had been mired in wars with its neighbors for a long time, the flames of war had only lasted in the mountains of Monglia and even on the line of Probez, which did not affect the royal capital too much. The brilliant lights are still as bright as the usual night, covering the entire royal capital, and the lively streets are no more deserted than during the day.

The guards on the ramparts were still arguing over whether to go to the tavern or the nightclub after the changing of the guard. Because the war was still far away, they did not need to worry about it, knowing that the closed doors of Disrafa could withstand any attack.

In the slightly dim night, an invisible pressure slowly surged over from the distant horizon. I don't know what kind of existence it is, the birds that have been sleeping are frightened and fly around, and the beasts in the forest that come out to forage for food in the night also flee in a panic.

After an inexplicable panic, the woods outside the city of Dislafa began to be enveloped in a dead silence, followed by repetitive, mechanical and chaotic steps that became the only source of sound. This oppression spread through the woods, and from time to time there was a sound similar to the breaking of branches.

Soon this depression spread to the outskirts of Dislafa, where the villagers' dogs were the first to notice the abnormality. The first barking of the trembling dogs led the other dogs who had fallen asleep, and soon the whole village was in a frenzy of barking.

"it, damn it, slaughter this beast tomorrow!" the man lying on the bed was woken up by his dog, and cursed a few words outside the door in a hazy way. But he was tired and had no intention of going out to have a look, and in the end his wife pushed him a few times before he reluctantly got up.

"John, hurry up and see if there's a thief from the village?"

The moment he pushed the door open, the terrified dog hid in the door, and his eyes were hazy when he suddenly smelled a pungent putrid stench, which reminded him of the rotting goat carcass he had seen not long ago.

Under the dim moonlight. Countless black shadows staggered forward, the slow-moving humanoids unaware of their unconsciousness, and united in their march towards the towering royal city of Disraffa. John trembled and touched his eyes, gradually adjusting to the light and darkness around him, and then he saw the most terrifying scene of his life.

The staggering forward turned out to be ragged skeletons and some carrion corpses, Sensen's white bones flashed with a dementor green glow, and the carrion with the same green light flashed with the same green light in both eyes.

"Vomit...... , is this the end of the world...", screamed John, who had collapsed by the door and vomited.

"Looks like a lot of people have seen it. The magician, who was hiding in a black robe, noticed that the battle had alarmed many villagers, "I said Itab, it's okay to kill all the villagers." I'm going to ask for some fresh corpses to deal with the damned Praetorian Guard, the rotting corpses and skeletons are too slow. ”

Itab, who was riding together in the army of the undead, glanced at John, who had collapsed by the door, and said coldly, "Whatever." At this moment, Itab no longer has any mercy, as long as he can capture Disrafa, he doesn't care about the life or death of these villagers.

The mysterious magician on the back of the undead horse urged the dark magic staff, and after a flicker of strange fluctuations, the undead in the march paused slightly, and then immediately turned to the villagers who had been awakened, and began the first killing before the capture of Disraffa.

The surging black shadows soon overwhelmed the villages outside the city. The villagers who had fallen in pools of blood slowly stood up after being corrupted by some special magic and joined the army of the undead.

"Why are so many people here all of a sudden?" The city defense army, who had been chatting, finally noticed that there were suddenly many more figures outside the city, "It can't be a refugee who has returned from the front line, it's really a headache." ”

Before the city defense army reprimanded the so-called refugees. The sudden, violent tremors caught everyone off guard, and the panicked city defenders fled from the crumbling walls as they screamed for an earthquake.

After about five or six waves of violent tremors, the towering walls of Disrafa crumbled into a pile of rubble with a rumbling sound. The heavy gates also fell. The collapse of the city wall alarmed the whole of Disrafa, and Christine, who had just been lying down, finally managed to put on his uniform and run out.

"What the hell is going on?" said Christine as he took off his freshly put helmet and questioned the Praetorian Guards as they ran back.

"Oh no. Lord Christine, the city walls, the walls of the western part of the royal capital, all collapsed. The breathless Praetorian Guard said as he straightened out his boots that had been nearly stepped on.

"What, the walls of the West End have collapsed?" Christine didn't believe at all, knowing that the thick walls wouldn't all collapse even if an earthquake really came.

"I really didn't lie to you. The Praetorian Guard's face was full of panic, "A little, a little bit left, all, all collapsed!"

"Damn, are the Bohemians so powerful?" Christine immediately thought of what might be an enemy raid, but it was impossible to collapse an entire section of the wall.

"It's not a bohemian, it's a horde of skeletons and stinking rotting corpses, it's horrible, it's horrible. "The Janissaries who are reporting have become a little incoherent.

Christine immediately slapped his subordinates: "You'd better know what you're talking about, whether you're in trouble in the tavern, that's why you're fooling me with these things!" He smelled the alcohol on his subordinates that hadn't dissipated yet, and immediately thought that this guy hadn't woken up yet.

"I, I'm not lying to you, Lord Christine, they, they're heading down the West End towards the palace. The Praetorian Guard covered his face and swore solemnly, and he almost swore a poisonous oath.

Soon more and more people rushed back from all over the country to report in horror that the tide of terror was spreading, and the presence of the army of the undead in the city of Dislafa was a sure thing. Christine, who was in a mess in her mind, never imagined that the army of the undead who would only appear in legends would attack Dislafa.

"The palace, the palace!" Christine, who had no way to deal with it, finally noticed that the target of this huge number of undead was the palace, "Quick, sound the first level of alert, everyone will be assembled in three minutes, the target of these enemies of unknown origin is the palace, we are going to protect His Majesty Lucario!"

When!when!

The ringing of the bell rang in every corner of the city, but the terrified Disrafa could no longer remember what the bell, which had never rang, meant. Screaming and panic became the main theme of the city at this moment, and the extinguished lights here plunged the surroundings into a temporary darkness. But soon a raging fire lit up half of the sky.

The city defenders, the Praetorian Guards, all those who remembered their mission gathered in the Guardian's Square under the guidance of the bell, and before they could catch their breath as they had rushed to gather, they saw the untold spirits coming towards them.

"It's... What the hell is this......" muttered a number of people, who had never seen such a horrific scene before in their saliva.

"Listen, everyone, no matter whose prank these undead are, we have to hold this place!" Christine, as the supreme commander of the defense of Dislafa, rode in front of the queue, "We must hold this place, because behind it is His Majesty's bedchamber." All of them. Prepare for the defense!"

At the sound of the order, the infantry in the front raised their spears, the infantry who followed closely behind also showed their swords, and the archers also bent their bows and arrows, waiting for Christine's order.

The staggering undead staggered until they were only seventy meters away from the infantry, and Christine ordered the archers to shoot the first wave of arrows. A series of sharp arrows slashed through countless arcs in the night, and finally landed in the countless undead army.

To the surprise of the deputy commander of the Praetorian Guard, the rain of arrows had no effect, except for the slight delay in the undead's movements. Hardly any of the undead fell in the first wave of arrows.

After witnessing this scene, Christine couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine, and a cold sweat appeared on her forehead: "I'm not dreaming, how the hell is this thing going to be cleaned up." ”

Ignore the rain of arrows. The sluggish skeletons and carrion finally made the first contact with the defenders. Some of the panicked soldiers waved their weapons tremblingly, enduring the stench and violently attacking all lifeless beings in front of them.

The hand-to-hand handover was much more effective than a rain of arrows, and soon the front of the line was covered with layers of skeletons and rotting corpses. It wasn't clear how many of these spirits there were in the night, but it was seen that they could fall. Christine's flustered heart finally let go of it a little.

Suddenly, the undead who had been haunting suddenly dispersed, and some hurried figures pounced on the defenders of Dislafa from the passage vacated by the undead. The defenders' forward swings pierced through the uninvited guests. I was surprised to find that they still had cloagued blood on their bodies. Some soldiers even recognized the bewildered dead as their own relatives.

"Brother, how could it be you?"

"Damn, who the hell killed you?"

Before they could grieve, disaster had once again befallen these poor people.

"The body that is still warm will burst out all the resentment you contain!

Sensen's chant echoed all around, and all the dead who pounced on it suddenly swelled and exploded, turning into scattered waves of blood that destroyed everything they encountered. Christine, who was in the back column, saw the first four or five columns of infantry in a neat row, all of them suddenly turned into a pile of stumps, and one eyeball even hit his cheek and fell into his arms. For a moment, Christine and all the survivors felt that the world was bright red.

This horrific scene destroyed the will of the resisters, and most of the guards who had planned to hold on threw down their weapons and fled, and the wooden Christine did not stop the scattered subordinates, because he knew that he could not hold it in this situation.

Because this was not something they could understand, Christine couldn't figure out what kind of existence or what kind of enemy was intent on destroying Dislafa. The only thing that is certain is that it is certainly not the Bohemians who manipulate these countless undead.

"Ha, General Christine, we're meeting again!"

Surrounded by the undead, Christine was surprised that the enemy had not attacked her, and heard an indifferent voice.

"Are you?" Looking at the somewhat familiar face in front of him, Christine couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

"I'm Itab, do you remember the blood mages you drove away?" Itab reminded the man in front of him.

"It's you, it's you!" Christine scolded, "You demons, because you can turn Disraffa into hell with a single expulsion!"

"Ah, the blood mage is a demon? That's right, we all hear calluses in our ears, and it's not bad this time. Itab said, "Besides, what the old man exchanged for his life, we must get it back." Right, General Christine. ”

Under the light of the skyrocketing fire, countless undead have surrounded the palace, and a desperate Christine suddenly fell to his knees.

He was powerless. (To be continued......)

PS: Procrastination, delayed until midnight before I started to write.