A crescent moon hung early in the night sky, and the faint moonlight reflected on the snow-white branches and fell on the half-melted snow. Ordinary people have long been unable to distinguish which is the moonlight and which is the residual snow, but they only know that everywhere is gray.

In the howling cold wind, some vague figures appeared on the low hill shrouded in the hazy moonlight.

When these faltering figures got closer, they were greeted by hideous faces. The ragged clothes of the carrion and skeletons were blown by the cold wind, and their eyes glowed with a soul-stirring green light. They moved slowly, all the carrion and undead faces facing in one direction.

At first these spirits only sparsely crossed the low hills, but then more of their kind appeared behind them, covering the entire horizon. More and more undead soon filled the low hill and pushed forward. The dense undead looked as gray as this world under the faint moonlight.

It's a frenzy that can swallow everything.

In a bush a few hundred meters away from the front of the undead army, a scout shivering in the cold wind stared intently at the slowly moving army of the undead in the distance.

It was the first time he had seen such a horrific scene. Those existences that were thought to be only seen in adventure novels are now all displayed in front of their eyes, which is inevitably a little creepy.

He couldn't help but shudder in the face of the dense undead slowly moving forward in the dim moonlight. Although Prince Harold's words of grandeur a few days ago still lingered in his ears, his heart no longer had much confidence in victory after witnessing the boundless undead army.

Despite losing a certain amount of confidence in his heart, the scout still had to finish the work at hand, and his task was to estimate how many undead there were, and in what formation he wanted Probetz to advance. If conditions allow. It's best to find out where the necromancer is.

As long as all this information is confirmed and reported to Probets in the rear, his task is completed.

With the help of the faint moonlight, the Patriotic Army scouts stared intently at the vast sea of undead in the distance. He then spread out the scout's letterhead and wrote everything he observed in special encryption.

He didn't expect that what he had done had already fallen into the eyes of the necromancer.

"I didn't expect there to be a little mouse in front of me. Necromancer Mandoza said, pointing to the hiding place of the Patriotic Army scouts. Countless carrion corpses and skeletons were walking past him, soulless beings all puppets he manipulated.

Even if the faint moonlight is not enough to illuminate everything, the necromancer's perception is far beyond that of ordinary people. The mighty undead have already scared away all the large animals in the snow. It didn't take much time for Mandoza to become aware of the scout's presence.

The young man standing beside Mandoza was slightly stunned, and then used the necromancer's soul detective technique to sense the existence of the scout.

"That's right, teacher. Is that a rat trembling with fear, and I need to deal with him?" Milson, who had followed Mandoza for the first time to command so many undead, was very eager to show off in front of his teacher.

"Kill him, lest he give the enemy a message. Mandosa clenched the magic wand in his hand and said slowly.

As a forbidden existence that is not allowed in the earthly world, necromancers have been hunted down from all sides. In the days of the escape, they don't know how many enemies they have killed hiding in the shadows to survive to this day. This instinct for survival prompted Mandoza not hesitate to destroy all the unstable factors around him.

I got the teacher's permission. Milson raised his pitch-black magic wand and muttered a spell that could manipulate the undead. Under the order of the necromancer, the vast undead army suddenly tore a hole.

Faced with the sudden changes in front of them, the Patriotic scouts hiding in the shadows wanted to leave the place immediately so that they could send the information they had copied back to Probetz. Curiosity had led him to miss the best chance to save his life, and he wanted to see what the sudden change in the army of the dead meant.

In the gap torn in front of the undead front, a group of swift figures suddenly ran out. These fast-running figures are as swift as hounds, but in the moonlight they appear to be a few points larger than hounds.

Soon. The scout was overwhelmed by the sudden and unspeakable objects that were rushing towards him. When those running figures came to a short distance of about a hundred meters from the scouts. He realized that it was a ghoul raised by a necromancer.

It has a human-like body, but it is made up of twisted muscles on the outside, and acts like an animal. The object created by this kind of blasphemy is the ghoul, which is the most dangerous thing about a necromancer.

Before the scout could react from the shock, the galloping ghoul first bit the scout's right hand, which was about to draw his sword. The ghoul's sharp teeth stabbed into the muscle of the scout's right arm, and a terrible scream scraped through the night sky.

Before the scout could finish venting his pain. More ghouls pounced. Left leg, waist, and back of the neck, the scout became the ghoul's prey. Splatters of blood stained the remnants of blood beneath him, and several ghouls tugged violently, occasionally scolding the other ghouls who tried to gather around for a piece of the pie.

The scout, who was the only remnant of consciousness, ignored the severe pain in his body, and struggled to pull out the magic scroll hidden in his arms with his remaining left hand. This is the emergency communication magic that Naxi, the head of the Wizarding Regiment, has given to all the frontline scouts. If you encounter an undead and can't get out, release the magic signal on the scroll to let others know about the undead's arrival.

After using the last of his strength to activate the improvised magic scroll, the scout died in the ghoul's bite, the last thing his eyes saw was a red glow rising into the sky.

"Teacher, I'm sorry I missed it, I didn't expect this scout to have such a method. Milson felt guilty for not killing the scout in the first place, and letting him send the signal.

"It's not a big deal, just as a welcome gift for Probetz. "Mandoza didn't take this small defeat to heart. If the estimate of the trip is correct, I will now only have a day and a half to go from Probetz at most. Letting the enemy come at this point must have made them panic for a while.

"We must take Probetz as soon as possible and open the door to Bohemia. Itab and they already control all of Bavaria, and we should take Bohemia too!" Mandosa said categorically. (To be continued......)