The children of the aristocracy, who were still arrogant and domineering after being captured, all changed their attitudes overnight, such as Mahler of Bambroll, who not only did not hold grudges but also volunteered to become the leading party, selling his father and the family fiefdom. Of course, what prompted them to change their attitude was not a policy of softness, but a threat of death from the undead.

The day after they defeated the Kingdom Guard, they were confronted by the deserters of the Sixth Southern Legion, which had retreated from the adjacent lines, and the undead forces that followed. According to the confessions of these deserters, as the army of the undead approached the Sword Castle, the territory of Count Kemal, which was the spiritual pillar of the entire southern defense line, was captured, and the endless undead souls flooded the entire southern defense line.

"According to the intelligence, the undead who are following us are the 'Death Order' formed by the Cursed Sect, and the banner of the unit that is now fighting with the Sixth Legion is 'Black Blade', the source of this information is actually the upper commander of our human army, and the number of the undead troops that has been determined has reached more than ten. ”

El sat on the makeshift defensive line, carrying the marching map scavenged from the command post of the Kingdom Guard, pursed his lips and said to himself: "I'm just starting to be scared now, what did I do earlier?"

The gallows behind him was full of suspected criminals who had been captured by Ron in just half a day. The Cult of the Damned has been growing in the shadows of the Oakland Kingdom for far more than twenty years. Under the deliberate indulgence of the Society of Truth, their tentacles spread almost throughout the kingdom. The northern regions, with the two major warlords of Timberwolves and the White Lion, were able to fall so quickly, thanks to the minions of the Lord of Death.

As the most respected elder in Bambrore, Ron knew everything about the town, and even knew the amount of taxes in his domain better than the local lord, Viscount Saziko, which was why Viscount Saziko could not tolerate his presence. And when this "stubborn old man" returned to Bambroll, he immediately set off a bloody storm in the city.

The elder Ron was not only stubborn, but also decisive, and with the support of the black knights, he did not hesitate to raid the manor of three minor nobles, and captured nearly twenty suspects involved in the cursed sect in one fell swoop. In the process, hundreds of casualties were caused by resistance to arrest.

But Ron knew that the young general wouldn't care about the trivial issues, and even if there were innocent people among the suspects.

Since ancient times, a true soldier has been a killing machine that only cares about the result.

"Lord General, the Cultists of the Damned in Bambrol have been cleared, and all the inhabitants will begin to evacuate tomorrow morning, with some young residents strongly urging to stay and fight to defend their homeland. Please forgive me for agreeing to their request. Ron walked slowly behind El on crutches and said in a deep voice.

The corners of the old man's clothes were still stained with blood, but the resolute look on his face did not waver in the slightest.

"You should dispose of those bodies as soon as possible, maybe burning them is a good idea. I don't want to see them climb up from under the ground again at the call of their master. El pointed back to the corpses hanging from the gallows.

"Don't worry, I don't think the Lord of Death will waste his powers on these minions. Ron shook his head, climbed to the top of the defensive line, looked left and right with a worried face, and couldn't help but say, "General, please beg me to say that this defensive line you have built is too thin......

The word "thin" was already a euphemism that Ron could think of, but in fact this line of defense with no end in sight on either side could only be called an earthen wall at best. El ordered the demolition of all stone buildings, including the lord's palace, the cutting down of all the trees around the city, the creation of a prototype that looked like a wall, and the pouring of mud dug out of the river turned into the current chaotic defensive line.

Although the urgency of time is also an objective factor, the defense line under the feet of the two people at this time is obviously defenseless, only less than two meters high, and any farmer can climb it with his bare hands. Perhaps its only advantage was that it was only long enough, and by the time Ron arrived, the line had stretched nearly a kilometer on either side with Bambrol as the center, all the way to the foot of the hill in the distance.

Ron knew better that even with the full strength of the Kingdom Guard and the Sixth Legion, it would be impossible to hold such a long line.

"Mr. Ron, you must be wondering what the point of me building this line of defense is. El raised his head, saw Ron's worried look, and chuckled softly, "But I'm sure you also know that after the fall of Sword Castle and Sarin one after another, there is no danger in the Southern Plains region at all. ”

"A thousand years ago, the ancestors founded the country here, and there was no danger to defend. It's a pity that the southern aristocracy has lost the glory of their ancestors. Ron sighed heavily, and said with a wry smile.

"Mr. Ron, I've heard about your early years before. Now that you know anything about the Cursed Sect, I wonder if you can give us some advice on warfare?" El asked Ron with a grin as if he hadn't heard a question.

"If you're going to ask my opinion, all I can tell you is that such a line of defense can't withstand the Black Knight's charge. While you ordered the river to be widened, the undead will never be short of cannon fodder troops, and they will make up for all the terrain problems with the dead paving the way. Ron groaned for a moment and said in a deep voice.

"I've gone head-to-head with the Black Knights, and frankly they don't usually outgrow the Bronze Rank, and they don't pose a threat to us until they're massed to scale. El waved his hand and said, "What really cares about me is the speed of the Death Order, the Cursed Cultists who drive zombies and skeletons forward, can bite us tightly. It's completely different from the undead I've ever seen......"

"Unless they spend all their money building a psychic tower, that's impossible. Ron thought about it carefully and categorically vetoed: "Although those undead claim to never sleep, in fact, low-level cannon fodder troops like zombies and skeletons can't march for a long time. A necromancer can drive armies forward, but his mana is not endless. While he rested, his troops had to rest as well, or the power of death in the bodies of the undead would not be enough to sustain their movements. ”

"Judging by the information sent back by our Royal Highness troops, the undead scout troops that have been biting behind us are a mixed force composed of large ghouls, black knights, ghouls, and gargoyles, and their action is no less than that of our cavalry troops. El pulled out a fragment of torn armor from his bosom and handed it to Ron and asked, "I wonder if you have any impression of the undead troops of this symbol?"

Ron took the piece of armor and carefully examined the emblem symbol engraved on it, a look of caution crossed his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, then said with some uncertainty, "I do have an impression of this emblem, and I can say that I am impressed that it is the symbol of the Shadow Legion under the Archbishop of the Cursed Sect, Leox. If it were that legion, it would indeed be able to come and go like the wind...... But the problem is that the troops were already buried for their masters twenty years ago, which I saw with my own eyes. “

"For the undead to be resurrected once, isn't it?"

"No, that force is indeed gone. Ron said with great certainty, "We spent half a year in the Land of the Final Battle to eliminate the breath of death, and we watered every inch of the land with holy water......

"Holy water, what holy water?" El 's eyes lit up, and he keenly grasped the key word.

"It was the holy water made by the holy warriors of the Hand of Justice back then, and it was actually very simple to say, as long as the clergy held a container of water and prayed to the gods, the clear water could be turned into a sacred attribute. Although this level of holy water is not helpful in curing the plague, it can still have a good effect on ordinary wound infections, and it can also neutralize the death aura of negative energy, which can be said to be the nemesis of the immortal spirit. ”

Seeing El's brighter and brighter eyes, Ron sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but pour a basin of cold water on him: "General, I'm just saying that." The temple of Xerxes in Bambrol had only a few priests, and the little holy water they produced with their abilities was not enough to cure the colds of the city's inhabitants. And those paladins back then were all elite powers from the hands of justice, and the divine power emanating from their bodies alone was enough to put the undead into eternal sleep. ”

"It's always a good idea anyway, at least I have some new ideas now...... Looks like we're going to be able to surprise the bones this time. El rolled his eyes to the murky river beneath his feet, a meaningful smile on his face.

"General, if you want to fight the undead with holy water, there is another way to do it, but it may not be as good as you want. Seeing El's expression, Ron knew that he had made up his mind, and in order to prevent the young general from running away to toss the half-dead old bones in the temple, he weighed it in his heart and decided to reveal the truth to El.

"Tell me, Mr. Ron, this is not the time for everyone to hide their secrets, and if we don't work together, no one will be able to escape when the plague spreads. El said.

"In fact, there was a paladin who died here, and I buried him with my own hands. Ron said in a deep voice, "His comrade-in-arms kept his sword-bearer by his side, and specifically instructed me that if the shadows of darkness returned, I had the right and duty to reawaken that holy sword and use it to fight evil." ”

"Why didn't you say something so important earlier?" El asked in surprise.

"Because until then, I'm not sure if you're really willing to fight the evil undead. Ron looked Elle in the eye and said, "But just now, I saw a bitter hatred in your eyes. ”

"Hatred is both a kind of persistence and a kind of strength!"

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