Viscount Chico was not a qualified warrior, but he was a fairly good internal affairs officer, and such a person was rare in both Isttalon and Sharin. If he hadn't been in charge of the overall situation in this army, it would have been a problem that Master Delaire's virtue would have survived until now.

From another point of view, this person's judgment on the current strength comparison between the enemy and us should also be more reliable. The Fat Man insisted that the army of the undead was not as terrible as it could be, and that they did not have an overwhelming advantage over the human army other than the fear that the undead brought to humans.

Of course, the premise is that the other side does not invest unconventional forces.

Elle agrees, and in fact anyone who has actually fought the army of the undead will find that if the fear of the dead can be removed, the skeleton soldiers and zombies are actually quite waste. Even the real undead troops in the legends, those ghouls and black knights, are not as terrifying as in the legends.

The superiority of the undead troops has never been in combat effectiveness, but in their mystery. Even a soldier with battlefield experience would not know what kind of demon moths those cursed cultists and necromancers would come up with.

So far, I haven't heard of the human city being actually captured by an army of the undead, and the Cursed Cult prefers to infect the city with plague and then recruit troops without bloodshed. For such hard bones as Istalon and Salin Province, they directly summoned the Lord of Death and directly crushed it with the powerful existence of the Golden Rank.

As for this makeshift line of defense that El had set up in Bambrore, Viscount Chico was unceremoniously admitted that it was a senseless waste. But he also had to admit that after the total fall of the southern defense line, there was no better way to change himself.

Unlike the vast and sparsely populated northern regions, the rich southern regions are highly populated, and if the southern nobles do not remedy it in time and allow the plague to spread, the last shackles that restrict the army of the undead will also disappear.

El was noncommittal about this view, all he cared about was intelligence on the approaching army of the undead. The remnants of the army that escaped from the province of Sarin fought against two undead troops one after another, and it can be said that they have the most intuitive feeling.

According to Viscount Chico, the "withered" legion that attacked the province of Sarin already had a formed undead military system, including the "Black Blade" troops that routed the Sixth Legion in a roundabout way. This legion has a strong war potential, but its combat effectiveness is still not comparable to that of Istalon in those days.

The weakness of this legion is similar to that of the Southern Noble Army of Oakland, and so far there has been little real war in the territory captured by the army of the undead, and with the gift of the royal family of Oakland and the Order of Truth, these undead who have been recruited by the Lord of Death have not yet accumulated enough experience in warfare.

They lack substance.

The regular army is still like this, and the so-called "Death Order" formed by the Cursed Cult itself can be imagined, it is just a group of low-level undead assembled by the Cursed Cult. The only known elite unit, which is clinging to the exile's back for some reason, has engaged the Queen's forces led by Ahmed dozens of times in the past few days.

Perhaps due to the limited mental power of the opponent's spellcaster, the number of troops thrown over from a distance each time is not enough to form an advantage, which is basically equivalent to delivering food to the Isttalon warriors. But the other party just stuck to the back like kraft candy, and didn't seem to care about his own losses at all.

Their strength lies in numbers.

The day after Delare's escape, the sun did not rise as usual. Dark clouds obscured the morning sun, and the autumn wind brought chills and rancid smells. Looking up at the sky from Bambrol, the darkness on the horizon had risen a finger from the horizon and occupied almost a tenth of the sky.

The ability to visually detect the movement of the dark canopy indicates that the main force of the army of the undead is approaching.

The scattered Sixth Legion was still pouring towards the town, but El had already ordered the line to be blocked, and in order to avoid the Cursed Sect's usual habit of fishing in troubled waters, the Hunting Corps did not hesitate to slaughter all the idlers and others who approached the line.

Arrows rained down, and the deserters and refugees who had gathered outside the line and refused to disperse fell in droves like wheat harvesters. Wails and scolding followed, and El stood on the wall unmoved. The only reason to blame is that these unlucky people are too slow, and the reason why they have survived until now is just the deliberate indulgence of the undead troops.

The figure of the black knight had already appeared not far behind them, and if these people continued to be let in, not to mention the question of whether there were spies inside, those black knights would definitely take the opportunity to cover up and kill.

El narrowed his eyes and looked closely, seeing the undead army that had been following behind him. By stopping to build fortifications on their own, the unit also had time to recuperate. Although both sides are aware of each other's existence, they have maintained a strange tacit understanding in the past few days, which is like two beasts biting each other to stop **** and use their breathing time to recover their strength.

Ahmed crouched beside El, licked his chapped lips and sighed. His hands and fingers were bandaged, and the beard on his face was disheveled from neglect. Although the power of the Silver Rank was able to suppress the opponent, he had never been able to completely wipe out this force in these days.

Along the way, he had hunted eight Great Corpse Witches, nearly twenty Black Knights, and hundreds of low-level undead, but the undead troops hovering in the distance at the moment far exceeded that number.

The unharvested wheat field obstructs the observer's view, and even then it is easy to see the black knight riding the skeletal war horse standing motionless on the distant hillside, pitch-black spears lined up. According to the intelligence reality obtained during the previous battle, each black knight can command twenty ghouls, and cooperate with the great ghoul witch who manipulates the gargoyles to form an elite mobile force. And there are forty-two such black knights as far as the eye can see.

Without Ahmed's previous anti-hunt operations, the force would have become a deadly threat.

"I don't understand the thoughts of these dead people......" El looked at the undulating wheat field from a distance and couldn't help but sigh, a full forty bronze rank black knights, all the troops under his command add up to thousands, if it were him, he would have directly crushed him.

The same troops are also on El's side, but in addition to his own hunting corps, he now only has a few thousand soldiers of the Kingdom Guard in his hands, and it is not a curse to say that they are women, and the dead people on the other side must also know it. Although the strength is superior, the combat effectiveness is also worrying.

He fought alone, and the army of the undead on the opposite side was endless...... So Elle couldn't understand why this army didn't have the strength to chase after it two days ago? The southern defense line of the Oakland Kingdom had collapsed on all fronts, and he absolutely didn't believe that there was any taboo for these dead people.

Even if it is to change the command of a pig on the opposite side, it should be killed at this time, no matter how cautious it is, at least it should be tempted. Even El, a turtle who had never studied military discipline, understood the truth, and there was no reason why the Cursed Sect should not be clear. So...... What kind of conspiracy are those guys up to now?

"This is not the Shadow Legion. Ron stared at the undead troops in the distance for a long time, and suddenly whispered.

"What do you mean?" El asked, confused, knowing almost nothing about the number of the Legion of the Undead and not understanding what it meant.

"Like a blade of darkness descending from the shadows...... Coming and going without a trace is the unique style of the Shadow Army, and this army is just a façade. The moment they appeared in front of the two armies in a grand manner, they had lost what the Shadow Legion was truly terrifying. Ron said with a sigh.

"The strength they have now on the surface is enough to give us a headache. El smiled wryly.

"You don't seem to be a brave and unscrupulous person, and since you chose to stop the advance of the undead army here, you should have expected this level of difficulty, right?" Ron asked rhetorically.

"You can't say that......" Er smiled, turned his head to look at the undead in the distance and sighed, "These guys have been chasing us like mad dogs for so many days, and now they are afraid of so many troops, the heads of these dead people are really incomprehensible." ”

"It's not necessarily that you don't understand it, it's just that you don't think of another aspect. A glint of wisdom flashed in Ron's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "From a purely military point of view, the movements of those undead are indeed strange, but I'm sure you've also heard the old saying that war is just another side of politics. ”

"Ah...... Hearing you say this, I feel that the blood in my body has subsided. El pouted.

"That's right, the reason why the Cursed Sect has been able to grow in this land to this day is not because of their strong beliefs, or because the sanctions of the Cult of the Gods are not strong enough...... In the final analysis, the reason is simply that it is not really a religious organization, but more like an interest group fighting for political power. Ron said in a deep voice.

"If you really want to, it's easy to understand. Moving his stiff fingers, Ahmed took a deep breath and affirmed, "Their task is only to hold us back, and the difficulty and merit of dealing with a fleeing remnant of a defeated army is very different from the defeat of a heavily defended town...... With the Blightcasters defeating Count Kemal, it's clear that the Order of Death needs a significant victory as well. ”

"Humans are creatures, they're all dead, and their hearts are still so dirty. El sighed

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