"General Lloyd, how many troops do you have?"

After two years, Alisha finally officially stepped into the ranks of the Grand Druid, as the supreme leader of Lucky City, one of the oldest elders in the Magic Senate, he is now an eleventh level powerhouse, and it is rumored that his research on intelligence has reached the pinnacle, and at the same time mastered a variety of elemental magic.

The reason for this question is that Lloyd has just come from Shenmu Fort, another big city north of the Tulaone Forest, to change his defense, and he must have a clear understanding of his own strength before making a decision.

"Back to Your Excellency. Lloyd gave a serious military salute, in fact, he did not disapprove of the war with the necromancer, but he had a disagreement with the radicals represented by Eufrittin in terms of combat methods, and when Alisha spoke, he also understood that the real decision was about to be made, so he immediately became serious.

"Two thousand centaur warriors, nine hundred battle dwarves, five hundred elven archers and three hundred silver pegasus, two hundred deadwood warriors, one hundred unicorns, and ten golden dragons, and on the way I met three hundred griffins, who offered to help us resist the Erathians, and are now among my army. ”

Alisha nodded.

I have to say that Lloyd's change of defense is equipped with far more troops than in the past, which is of course inseparable from his excellent command ability, especially in the field of diplomacy, he is a talent that the Forest Congress values very much.

Combined with Lucky City's existing forces, if Harmondale Castle didn't have additional troops, it would be almost certain that the Erathians would be driven back to the Plains of Brakaton, but the necromancer who stepped in made the war a strange situation.

What Lloyd said was not unreasonable, but Alisha was more in favor of Eufritin's opinion, which had nothing to do with personal feelings, and as a commander, he had to think from a higher perspective.

Unlike the main battle factions such as Eufritin, who only relied on their blood, Elisha was the last person to see Kronis before he fell into a coma.

The Great Druid, who is also level 11, judged that the opponent was a very dangerous enemy just from Kronis's injury, and the name that Kronis said before he fell unconscious was like a heavy haze on Elisha's heart, unable to wave it away.

Cursed Armor and Death Cloak!

If it was against an ordinary enemy, Alisha would not hesitate to choose Lloyd's advice, but in this situation, even if they waited until Hammondale completely fell, there would be no defeat for both sides.

When the enemy has mastered the cloak of death, an artifact that feeds the war with war, the goddess of time will always be on the side of the opponent, and the longer the war drags on, the higher the proportion of casualties on both sides, and the stronger the enemy will be.

It's an almost unrivaled artifact, with a terrifying 30% bonus to necromancer's spiritualism, and when mastered with advanced spiritualism, it's no longer a fragile skeleton soldier that can be summoned when it collects battlefield undead, but a terrifying lich!

This means that every war the enemy fights is almost unharmed, and unless the enemy destroys the Sea of the Undead and kills the wizard with an absolute superiority in numbers, regardless of casualties, then one day everyone on this continent will tremble under the death cloud of the Lich Sea.

From this point of view, Lloyd's suggestion can be said to be a tiger breeding.

"Prepare the army, and after three days, the whole army will attack. ”

Elisha made the final decision.

"It's... Your Excellency, don't you want anyone to stay in Lucky City?" said Ellis, the leader of the Pegasus Knights, in surprise.

"No need, hopefully this time, the Erathians will hold out until we arrive. ”

Alisha sighed helplessly.

As fate would have been, Elisha never imagined that one day he would pray that his enemies would become strong.

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The forest wind is like a knife, the castle of Hammondale in October is already in a gloomy place, coupled with the news that the head of the Holy Knights, Baron Taria, has been wiped out a few days ago, the soldiers standing guard on the city wall always feel a cold liquid flowing down their palms when they clench the guns in their hands.

A long black line appeared at the end of the vast plain, and as they got closer, the guards on the walls finally saw what it contained.

An army of the undead like a black torrent.

There are white skeleton warriors, ugly plague zombies, abomination spirits floating in the air, and legions of lich that are too numerous to look at directly.

"Dead! The necromancer is coming!"

The guards guarding the city shouted in horror, and for a moment the people in the city were panicked, even more terrifying than when they faced the golden dragon of the forest elves, after all, they were still guarded by angels behind them at that time.

But since His Majesty the King had transferred the Angel Legion and the New Crusader to the southern front a few days ago, and Baron Taria's cavalry was wiped out, Hammondal's current defensive capability was almost no different from that of an empty city in the face of such an army of the undead.

Surprisingly, however, the Undead Legion did not attack Hammondale immediately, but instead stationed five kilometers away from Hammondal's moat.

In a large black marching tent, several figures shrouded in black robes stood silently, while Lear's old acquaintance, Sandru, the commander of the Legion of the Dead, was busy in front of a makeshift platform.

"Ready to welcome your new partner?"

Sandru held an obsidian scepter and smiled at the group behind him.

"Yes, sir. ”

Elson, Stronk, Gru, and a new face they had never seen before replied loudly.

The man had a pale face, the upper ends of his ears were noticeably sharper than those of ordinary people, and the corners of his mouth were even sharper fangs exposed, and he turned out to be a vampire with ancient blood.

"I'm also looking forward to what the Erathians will look like when they see their beloved cavalry commander appear in front of them. Sandru seemed to be in a good mood, and it was a rare joke.

"So, let's get started. ”

An obscure incantation echoed through the empty tent, a heavy, oppressive feeling crashing against the edge of the pitch-black cowhide, and as Sandru raised the scepter in his hand, a dark green pentagram appeared beneath the platform.

And the corpse lying quietly on the platform at this time, U Reading Book .net is Baron Taria, the commander of the Holy Cavalry Regiment in Hammondal!

Everyone except Gru had a look of fanatical anticipation, but the half-elf tugged at the top of his cloak with imperceptible movements, carefully hiding his face in the darkness.

A layer of strange green light like a veil of the netherworld, like moss on a yellow spring, slowly crawled all over Taria's body, and in the process, her original fresh flesh and blood withered, revealing the dried meridians and blood vessels under the muscles, until the pale bones also loomed, and the layer of green light gradually integrated into her body.

The decaying corpse began to grow again, swelling at a blood-soaked leech-like rate.

The blood vessels and veins were full again, but the blood flowing under the thin walls was no longer warm blood, but instead a thick layer of black gas, and the bones were covered with green veins, which looked like strange cracks, and then the flesh and blood came back to life, completely covering up the strange changes in the body.

The pores attached to her skin had completely shrunk and blocked, and there were many tiny hairs scattered under Taria's body, and there were no signs of hair on her body except for her hair.

It wasn't until her cheeks caved deep and her cheekbones bulged visibly that Taria's eyelids shook slightly.

Two red lights appeared in the dimly lit tent, like the eyes of a minotaur who had risen from hell, and a sharp pain struck Taria's head, causing her to roll off the platform with her head in her hands as soon as she regained consciousness, and continued to let out a non-human wail of pain.

"Hello, Death Knight. ”

Sandru's gentle voice rang out from the tent.

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