The newly replenished soldiers, led by Antonio, repaired the collapsed walls on the east side at an astonishing speed, and a large amount of ruined masonry was piled up, poured with alchemical solvent used for bonding, and from a distance it looked like piles of strangely shaped tumors. (For the latest chapter reading, please visit)

Although it is not beautiful at all, and not even the original gate remains, it can be regarded as resealing the city wall. The soldiers were extremely pessimistic about the ability of these improvised obstacles to protect, but they could not expect too much from the time constraints.

Katyusha expected Marseon's army of the undead to arrive in the night, but was vague about the specifics of that army. It wasn't that she was trying to hide the truth, it was just that she didn't think that with Isttalen's current defenses, she had no chance of winning. Isttalen's shortcoming was the loss of the defensive capabilities of the city walls, and the more fatal problem was the loss of the military's high-end combat power.

The warriors of Isttalon are fearless, but the harsh reality is that the strength of ordinary people is simply not able to compete with monsters of the level of the Obsidian Titan.

Antonio walked up the battered walls, followed by the bandaged Knight Leonard and the mad dog Sheter. The three of them came to the top of the wall and looked out, and from a high point they could already clearly see the billowing dark fog on the eastern horizon, gradually beginning to swallow the clear sky at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Here they are. Antonio whispered.

The army of the undead marched far faster than Katyusha had judged, and instead of waiting for darkness to begin their march, they created a dark canopy of darkness that obscured the entire sky. As the black line on the horizon spreads, the vanguard of the army of the undead can already be faintly seen.

Beneath the dark canopy appeared a gray and white skeleton warrior that could not be detected with the naked eye, as endless as the waves of the sea. Along with the skeleton warriors were the same untold zombies, and judging by the way the dead were dressed, they might have been the citizens who had not escaped from Masein.

Behind these low-level undead troops, the dark mist occasionally reveals large, bloated monsters, their feet clumsy and heavy, spewing out a miserable green pestilence mist with every breath.

A sharp hiss rang out in the sky, and everyone looked up to see dozens of skeletal griffons hovering in midair, their front paws glowing with green phosphorescence. Green phosphorescence drifted from the skeleton griffon's body, dissipating into the air.

The mad dog Shet sniffled vigorously, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted, "This doesn't taste right, they poisoned the sky!"

"What's left of the poison when the wind blows? Antonio calmly judged, and he commanded with a calm face: "Raise the bed crossbow and shoot those bone racks down!"

When the White Lion family built Istalon, they set up bed crossbows for anti-air shooting on the city walls, but this advanced design has hardly come in handy in the three hundred years of history, and was once regarded as a negative example of the redemption of the army. Only today is this air defense really put into the battlefield.

There was a loud bang on the ground, and a whole row of giant crossbow arrows shot into the sky, stringing together six or seven skeleton griffins who could not dodge. The surviving skeleton griffons hurried desperately to flee into the darkness with their bony wings. However, this counterattack by the humans did not stop the undead army, but only made their march speed even faster by half a minute.

"Where did this army of the undead come from?, could it be that they dug through an ancient tomb, as the nun had guessed?" Scheat muttered to himself, confused.

"No matter where they come from or what their purpose is, they are the enemies that we living must face. Antonio said coldly as he looked at the sea of skeletons in the distance.

The last outpost ahead lit wolf smoke and signaled a death battle, indicating that the vanguard of the army of the undead had arrived less than two kilometers outside of Isttalon. The atmosphere in the air grew more and more oppressive, the soldiers clenched their weapons, and some began to cough quietly.

"The plague they've spread has had an effect so quickly?" said Shet, looking at the soldiers around him who were coughing, his face very ugly.

"It shouldn't be lethal enough, otherwise there is still some battle to fight, waiting for us to die. Antonio shook his head, and couldn't help but cough lightly twice. His body is already weaker and more susceptible to disease, but he can't take care of these at this time.

"Now that they've said hello, we should be ready to return the favor. Knight Leonard, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"Then please...... Uncle Leonard. Antonio nodded.

Knight Leonard drew his sword, jumped down the wall, and mounted the horse he had prepared for himself. Outside the city walls, there were three knight phalanxes neatly arranged, and all the knights directly under the White Lion Family gathered here. The gates behind them had been completely blocked, and there was no way back in this battle.

Knight Leonard rode to the front of the phalanx, pulled up the battle flag of the White Lion Family from the ground, held it high above the top, and shouted to the knights:

"Warriors of Istalen, invincible white lions, raise your spears, follow me, charge forward!"

The knights raised their spears at the same time, and let out an earth-shattering roar with all their strength.

Knight Leonard is not good at words, and there is no need for more words at this time. In front of you is the enemy, and behind you is the hometown. That's the simplest reason, the reason why you have to fight. No matter where the enemy is, no matter how many enemies there are, no matter how terrifying the enemy is, all the knights have to do is charge, charge with no indomitable direction!

"Uhh

Knight Leonard held the battle flag of the White Lion Family, and patted the head of his war horse with the other hand, and for the first time a retrospective smile appeared on his face.

"Do you hear, old man, that is the trumpet of Isttalen's expedition, do you see these young children, who are not lost to their father and brother at all. I really miss the scene when my brother led us to sweep the northern frontier. Little Tony is doing a great job, and the backbone of the White Lion family is still ......"

He laughed and let go of the reins of his horse, and the old horse under his seat let out a long neigh, shook off his hooves and ran, and rushed directly to the front of all the knights.

Knight Leonard threw away his helmet, the smile on his face became brighter, and in the sound of horns and the horse's hoofs of the knight's charge, he seemed to be back to the time when he was in high spirits, and the pain on his body seemed to fade away. He opened his mouth and cleared his throat, found the right tune and began to hum a ballad.

Travel through the Fred, Dorne, and Green Boor forests,

Six thousand horsemen crossed the north,

Paved with flesh and blood on the King's Road,

From Isttalen to Flolke!

............

This is an ode to the north, written to commemorate the pioneer of the Oakland Kingdom, and it is also the most familiar ballad for northerners. Knight Leonard just got up, and the knight next to him sang along. It wasn't long before almost all the knights joined the chorus, their singing coming together to even drown out the thunderous hooves of the horses during the charge.

There are enemies on all sides,

The fire burns on the earth,

The timberwolves snapped their fangs,

The white lion wears out its claws,

The wild boar rubbed off the fat on his body,

Black bears can no longer find a home!

............

Ahead was the vanguard of the army of the undead, skeleton warriors and zombies mixed together, without any formation, just unconsciously moving forward. At this distance, the knights could already discern with the naked eye the other undead monsters hidden in the dark canopy, followed by thousands of ghouls behind skeletons and zombies, as well as bloated abominations, and lichs wielding bone staffs......

The vast majority of knights have never seen such a wide variety of undead creatures in their lifetimes, let alone understand their good and bad characteristics. But in the face of such fear, no one slowed down, and the knights' singing continued.

The knight rode the steed,

The sound of horses' hooves spread over thousands of miles,

The blood is silent,

The song is endless!

............

"For Istalen!"

Knight Leonard shouted loudly with all his strength, and the war horse under his crotch leaped up, and the half-moon-shaped sword aura slashed at the hundreds of skeleton warriors blocking in front of him into flying ashes, cutting a hundred-meter-long passage in the vanguard of the army of the undead.

The human knights collided with the army of the undead.

............

"The so-called chivalry is disgustingly stupid. ”

Behind the army of the undead, at the source of the dark canopy, a middle-aged man in a black silk robe looked at the crystal ball and whispered. He sat atop an eerie altar with a crystal ball projecting images of war, and beneath the altar was kneeling with cursed cultists of all classes.

"Honorable Divine Envoy, these knights will cause serious damage to the great army we have assembled. One of the cursed priests boldly raised his head and said, "Isttalon is the most powerful military fortress in the north of the Oakland Kingdom, and it is not wise to fight these determined warriors. As long as you are patient and wait for the plague to spread......"

The middle-aged man didn't listen to the cursed priest's persuasion, he stretched out a finger and released a dissociation ray that pierced the cursed priest's head directly.

"I have no patience, and my lord has no patience to wait for your little tricks. The Apostles have come, and it is an opportune time to expand the realm of our Lord. What we lack now is time rather than troops, and it doesn't matter how many bones and corpses are consumed, aren't the warriors of Istalon the best soldier material?"

No one dared to contradict him anymore, and all the Cultists of the Damned pressed their heads to the ground, not daring to show a hint of dissatisfaction. (Go read OM) (Jiangsu.com)