The army of the undead poured in, and the town became an island. The skeleton looked like a gray color from a distance, but now, the whiteness of the years, the dirtiness of the earth, the green of the mold, the poisoned black, the black-and-red bloodstains, and the debris hanging from the joints, made people feel bloody and disgusting. Every step of the undead approached as if a mountain was constantly pressing on them, and a feeling of suffocation and despair permeated the entire team. Morale has taken a huge hit!

The fortifications arranged by the town were to block the alleys between the houses, and then dig a small ditch half a meter wide and a foot deep around the town, and then Delin asked people to pile up wood, fur, clothing and other flammable materials into the ditch, and finally poured all the oil and spirits he could find, and Delin also donated his only two remaining barrels of fire oil.

Delin excused himself to find a room, and then his soul entered the purple crystal space.

A wide range of soul killing secret arts, consuming mental power, 320 contribution points or less!

* Mental Bomb (Blue) 100 points. Note: The power is limited and uncontrollable.

* Psychic Concussion (Purple) 300 points. Note: You can concentrate on dealing damage to one or some targets, and the cost is large.

* Banshee's Howl (Purple) 200 points. Note: Inflict the same amount of damage on yourself.

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Two minutes later, when Delin came out, many of the undead had already crossed the ditch, ready for the final battle, drank a large sip of spirits, and then were demoralized by Breno's loud voice. Brenaud and others set their sights on Delin, and I have to say that Delin's style at this time is a little different. One was dressed in armor, holding a deadwood staff in his left hand and a slender sword in his right.

"Ignite!" Milanger commanded, and dozens of torches flew over a distance of tens of meters, flying over the heads of the undead, and then landed on the flammable material. The flames enveloped the town in one fell swoop.

"Attack!, give it to me!" shouted Milanger.

"For survival and hope!, charge me!" said Milanger, as Delin roared, and then rushed first at the slightly sluggish undead.

Movements are stiff and slow, unresponsive, and defenses are fragile. Delin soon discovered that these spirits were very different from those led by the first Lierthai. These undead lack that agile aura, like manipulated machines. Delin can cut off two or three undead with a single sword, and then they become a pair of dry bones. The combat power of these undead is not even comparable to that of a level 5 warrior! Compared to Lertai's "subordinates", it is simply heaven and earth! Delin has seen with his own eyes the scene of Lertai's undead warriors being overtaken by a two-horned iron-haired ox, breaking all the bones, and then immediately jumping up and pounced. At that moment, he saw fear and incredulity in Tim's eyes.

After Delin rushed up, all the warriors also rushed forward, and like Delin, Transparency also discovered that these undead were not as terrible as rumored, and even broken bones would be connected, and then continue to fight with you.

"1st Cavalry, clear the field!" After receiving a report of the fragility of the undead, Milanger gave a new order. After three minutes, all the undead who had passed through the wall of fire had been cleared, and as Delin had predicted, the flames had caused a great loss to the undead, more than thirty percent of the losses! "The 3rd and 4th Infantry Squadrons take over the defense! The 1st and 2nd Infantry Squadrons clean up the battlefield and throw all the bones out!"

As disgusting as it is, the order has to be carried out. Bones were picked up and thrown out, and they found that it didn't actually reduce physical exertion compared to fighting the undead.

"All those who know how to do the work of blacksmiths and carpenters, come out!" Delin yelled, "Build tools!"

Under the strange gaze of everyone, Delin had already taken the lead towards the town's blacksmith shop. Milanger's face was a little ugly, and Delin was already giving orders for the second time, despite his majesty. He looked at Breno, who was standing to the side, only to see the latter nod. Milanger had no choice but to repeat the order again.

"What do you want to do?" a pleasant-sounding but not very pleasant-sounding voice sounded behind Delin.

"Didn't you just hear that? Build the tools! Do you still pick up those broken bones with your hands and throw them out? I guess everyone doesn't have such a good waist. Delin turned around and, as expected, saw the woman with the broadsword on her back. The figure is concave and convex, and the temperament is heroic and resolute.

"Haha......" The crowd behind him burst into laughter.

"You can't go in! Whatever you want to build, you draw it, and I'll build it for you. The woman raised her eyebrows, she obviously understood what Delin meant, and her tone became even colder.

Delin didn't think about how he had offended her, it was just a joke, right? He had seen many adventurers make similar jokes in the presence of female adventurers, and there were only two reactions, one was to pretend that they didn't know, and the other was to return the favor with arrogance. This is a special case? Delin can take out a pen and paper and draw it in a few strokes, no matter what the special situation is.

The woman took it, swept it with her eyes, and then said in a disdainful tone: "You can fight this kind of thing yourself!" The drawings were also thrown to the ground.

"I think so too, but can you give us some tools, such as hammers and nails?"

After a series of muffled "bangs......, a cloth bag appeared on the ground, along with a row of hammers, ranging from the smallest fist to the largest bucket size. When Delin saw this set of forged hammers with the same ornamental style, he knew that they were most likely the closest companions of this woman from childhood to adulthood. The old wild dog told me that the old blacksmith had a beautiful older daughter......

"Get some planks out of this building, split them into strips, and build them according to this drawing, we need at least 50 of these!" Delin placed the drawings and nails in front of them, and began the destruction work.

Seeing that Delin didn't pay attention to himself anymore, he frowned, then put away his things, and rushed out of the town with his broadsword, even the wall of fire could not stop it. The light of the magic array continued to flicker on the broadsword, flying up and down, like a butterfly, and in an instant, a vacuum area of dozens of meters had appeared around her.

The tools made by Delin had a huge effect, speeding up the cleaning of bones dozens of times, and the bones were thrown to the outside of the fire trench, where they quickly burned after a short period of scorching. The fire also grew bigger and bigger, and more and more skeletons fell on their way. However, a new situation has also emerged, and among the undead, high-level undead have begun to wield weapons, and such undead have greatly increased their resistance to flames, and their combat power has also reached the level of level 6 or 7 warriors. What had been thought to be a preliminary clarity became tense again.

"I didn't expect you to be a carpenter!" said Milangel, scoffing.

"Knowing how to make tools is the most basic expression that distinguishes humans from animals. Delin didn't look back, his eyes kept looking at the endless army of the undead.

Brenaud stood right behind them, without any indication.

"You...... Why did you disobey orders and rush out?As a magician, you should stay on the roof!" Milanger was extremely angry at Delin's attitude, and it was a great insult to be ignored.

"In the future, if it is possible to work together, I will tell you two points: first, on the battlefield, there is an essential difference between the two commands of 'give me up' and 'rush with me'; second, no one can become a general, at most a staff officer, without participating in the battle. Generals can do without staff officers, and staff officers are doomed to nothing without generals. After Delin finished speaking, his left hand had already raised his staff, and a blazing fireball slammed down from the roof, quickly leaping a distance of dozens of meters, and smashed into a huge creeping undead on the outer edge of the fire ring, more than two meters tall and three or four meters long, but the fireball showed an unusual destructive power, blasting it into bone fragments.

"You...... You will never know the greatness of wisdom!The light of wisdom will always shroud the continent of Noria!" Milanger was furious, he didn't want to be taught him like an elder, especially since this person was younger than himself, and the most unbearable thing was that he was still by his side.

"You can think about how the knowledge of the books on tactics and strategies that you read came about, which was cut by countless people in front of you with knives, and then speculated and written by a group of people who had never been on the battlefield, and not only that, but they also ignored a lot of things, consciously or unconsciously, and this is the source of wisdom that you are proud of. You know, what do they call unimaginable results?' Oh! what a miracle!'" Delin said in an exaggerated tone, "because they don't know that this is actually the result of the accumulation of many details, such as morale, courage, information control, and ......determination," Delin turned his head to look at Milanger and said seriously, "Don't keep your eyes on the sky, the land is where you carry your steps." ”

"You ......," Milanger was so angry that his fingers trembled.

"Not convinced, huh?" Delin smiled and glanced at Brenaud next to him, then continued, "Then let me ask you, do you know why I told you so much today?"

"How do I know! It's none of my business!" Milanger gasped.

"Look!" Delin made a helpless look at Breno, "Because I want you to mature quickly! This way, I can have more time to improve my strength! If I were a legend now, I would have taken you out a long time ago, so why waste time here!" Delin raised his staff again, but was stopped by Breno. Brenaud rushed down and quickly solved several targets that were a threat to ordinary fighters.

The proportion of high-level undead has become larger and larger, and even an existence equivalent to the strength of a tenth-level warrior has appeared. The ranks have already begun to suffer casualties, and the real test has begun!