This is my Sosbanda Castle? Sandru walked down the familiar street, but the buildings in front of him were no longer familiar.

The towers of the Spiritualist and the Dark Canopy have been toppled, the graveyards, mansions, and statues of horror in the cemetery have been razed to the ground, and only the remnants of the massive mountain of bones remain...... This made Sandru feel distressed!

Damn Duke Elares, do you know how much effort I've put into renovating this castle, and I'll find you by the river of pain and torture your damned soul with all the torture I can think of!

Of course, I must find Clauvis! He can no longer live! Although he has been defeated by me, his existence will always pose a threat to my position as a god of death, not to mention that he once abandoned my wife's bones to rot in the sun, and my wish to resurrect her came to naught!

All the necromancers kneel on both sides of the road, greeting the new generation of Grim Reaper. This made Sandru feel like he was fluttering. Why not? Now he is almost a god!

His remaining right hand began to ache again. Ever since he picked up the scythe of death left behind by the previous Death Reaper, Bellerion, this pain has begun. He knew that he was not a god yet, and he could not control this divine weapon that brought the breath of death to the world. Since you can't control it, you will eventually be swallowed by its powerful dark power, and even become a part of its terrifying power!

Damn, why isn't there a way to harness the Scythe of Death in Bellerion's manuscripts? Looks like I'm going to have to make a trip to the Far North to find it!

"How can I commend you for your loyalty to me, Drokul?" Sandru sat on the skull throne in the Capitol and began to discuss the reward.

"It is the honor of my life to be your faithful servant!" Drokol humbly bowed, "Under your wise leadership, the undead will surely be able to defeat the hateful humans!"

"I really don't understand why Bellerien didn't discover your outstanding military talent, and actually only let you be a legion commander! In my opinion, your ability is far better than Steve, the former commander of the Northern Route Army!"

"You have overdone it, my master!"

"I no longer have my left hand, so I'll make you the Left Hand of Death! I'll kill Clauvis and give you his Ring of Death! You will be the supreme commander of the army of the dead, and I'll take care of all important military and political affairs in my place!"

"Thank you, my master!"

"Now kneel down and accept my reward for you!"

Sandru placed the scythe of death on Drokul's shoulder, chanting in a low voice.

Hart, who ran under Sandru's nose, ran all the way for dozens of miles before he dared to stop and catch his breath.

Running through the cracks between the army of more than 100,000 undead is simply incredible, and it can be called a miracle in military history! Not only Hart, but also all his knights, their hearts are still pounding!

Hart also secretly said that it was a fluke...... Perhaps his adventurous move was unexpected by the necromancers, but who else in the world would dare to run into the middle of two armies of the undead as a sandwich cake?

However, this move is also purely helpless! Southbandar is the transportation hub of the whole Dia, if you want to reach the Silver Horn as soon as possible, you can only go through Southbanda, otherwise it will take a week!

But if the necromancers react, then they will have to fight, my legion is ready for battle anyway!" Hart grinned, and that handsome smile began to appear on his face again.

"There shouldn't be any hostility ahead, right?"

"There should be no more, Captain Hart!" The local heroes of Dia, who was in charge of leading the way, looked at the grinning Hart with admiration and said, "The undead are now concentrated in Southbanda, looking at the way they just looked, I'm afraid they are going to fight!"

"Do you want to fight, well, I like this!" Hart suddenly raised his voice: "The troops rest in place for a while, and then rush to the Silver Horn at full speed! Prince Roland of Diya is waiting for us to save it!"

"Prince Roland doesn't just belong to Dia, he also belongs to Erathia!" Dia's native hero reminded him, "He's Princess Catherine's husband, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is Erathia's son-in-law!" Hart nodded: "Okay, then I will change the order: Prince Dia and Erathia's son-in-law Roland are waiting for us to save!"

The heroes of Dia's homeland always felt a little awkward when they heard this. However, they are not easy to refute, and now Prince Roland's life and death may depend on him!

Hart ignored them, and he jumped off his horse, lying on the grass with a dog's tail in his mouth, and letting the horses scatter and nibble on the grass.

To be honest, he didn't care much about Prince Roland's life or death. I heard that that kid had fought with the Chosen One in the Lost Lands, and he had been a rival with him for a while in pursuit of Princess Catherine! Of course, he was on the side of Gu Shiyu, the Chosen One, and this time he agreed to send troops, just because he was worried that the young and beautiful Princess Catherine would be a poor little widow!

"Your Excellency, Legion Commander, we've spent five days, and we're more than half the way to Silverhorn......" Dia's native heroes whispered displeasure.

"Are you knights?"

"Of course!"

"Since you are knights, then you should know that the war horse is our life! You should know very well how we have forcibly marched in the past five days...... I can't run all the horses to death, and then we can go to Silver Horn on foot to save His Royal Highness the Prince, right?"

"Yes, yes, you're right! we're just too worried......" The local heroes sighed helplessly.

No matter how fast the Hart regiment marched, it did not reach the Haiphong fortress until the evening of the tenth day.

There were bones of the undead everywhere, and arrows stuck all over the place. Hart jumped off his horse, picked up an arrow, and looked closely, "The arrow is not rusty yet, it seems that this battle is not long!"

"Look at that! that's our flag!" shouted the Diya native heroes.

Looking in the direction of their fingers, they saw a griffon banner hanging from the ruined wall.

It was Dia's battle flag! There were even some wandering figures dangling on the walls.

"That's our warrior!" shouted the heroes of Dia's native country excitedly.

"It used to be!" Hart shook his head and sighed, "Since it's your warrior, then you can handle it yourself......"

In the face of these warriors who had bravely guarded the level, everyone's sword-wielding hands were trembling. Even if they all die in battle and become undead, it seems that they have not forgotten their duty to protect them!

The fire was raging, and all the corpses that still had some flesh were thrown into the flames and burned.

Amid the crackling sound of the flames burning, someone began to whisper the military song of the Hart Legion: "Life is like morning dew, death is like fireflies! Life is also joyful, death is not bitter! If I die in battle, do not bury my bones;

"May their spirits rest in peace!" said Hart's face was solemn. He turned his head and looked at the heroes of Dia and said, "How far is it from here to the Silver Horn?"

"The cavalry will take another day!"

"We've exceeded our expectations......," Hart sighed, "Let's go!

The scene of Silver Horn Bay is the same as that of the coastal defense fortress, with corpses and bones all over the ground, arrows and broken weapons all over the ground.

There was no one in the city, and the drawbridge hung down. The thick cable hanging from the suspension bridge had been broken, and the end of the rope was swaying in the sea breeze.

The castle gate was pushed open with a push. In the darkness, you can vaguely see the figures of zombies swaying from time to time on the empty streets.

"Oh no, Duke Catherine is going to be a little widow!" said Hart's heart pounded.

"Spread out and look around to see if there's anyone alive!" shouted the local heroes of Dia with a cry.

Hearing the movement, the zombies immediately swarmed out of the darkness. Hart slashed a zombie with his sword and leaned over to sniff him.

"He's been dead for at least five days!" Hart stood up regretfully, "In other words, Silver Horn fell five days ago!"

The zombies that littered the city posed no threat to these brave warriors. By daybreak, the castle had been cleared of zombies, and the piles of bones had begun to burn again.

If you don't want this to be a dead place, it has to be. Otherwise, the rotting corpses will bring a terrible plague.

"How many bones were burned?" asked Hart suddenly.

"About four thousand...... "Dia's heroes said in despair.

"I think Prince Roland is still alive!" Hart reassured them, "He must have rescued more than a few thousand people from the Valley of the Falls, right?"

"Yes, there must be tens of thousands!" Diya's heroes immediately saw hope.

"But where did they go?" was the question in everyone's mind.

They came to the beach, where there were no footprints. If anything, it should have been washed clean by the waves!

They stared blankly at the sea. There was not a single boat on the surface, only a few seagulls flying.

This should be the only way for Prince Roland and his subjects to escape. Have they survived?

A scout rushed to the docks. He panted and said: "Your Excellency, Commander, a large number of enemy troops have appeared behind us, and they have now reached the Haiphong fortress!"

"Fuck, are they trying to trap me like Prince Roland again?" Hart was furious: "Get ready to go on the march, I'm going to teach those bitches a hard lesson!"