While the swamp clan was discussing how to deal with the undead, a clear order was transmitted to the soul fire of some low-level undead creatures.

"Forward!" the voice was low and cold.

Huang Leyang was not among the undead, and then he watched as the skeletons in front of him rushed forward like a tide, making a "bang" sound as they went.

Huang Leyang found that most of the people who were advancing were skeleton warrior-level skeletons, and there were some silver skeletons mixed in with them. Other than that, no other undead have any other actions. And in places that Huang Leyang's sight could not reach, there were many zombies who also dragged forward with a slow pace, and there were not too many high-level zombies among the zombies.

"Probably in charge of commanding, if there is a command of the silver skeleton, at least it can reduce the number of necromancers," Huang Leyang thought.

Floating in some of the puddles of the mud were knuckle-sized black beads, which began to shimmer dimly as the army of undead creatures set out.

In the room where dozens of huge water basins were placed in the castle lord's mansion of Kassala City, the water in the basin began to ripple just as the black beads began to flicker, and then the scene near the puddle appeared, and the two guards in the room

"Ahem...... Uva went to inform the lizard shooters at the head of the city to change shifts, and then the priests were ready to summon the ancestral spirits at any time, this time those damn guys only sent a large number of skeletons and zombies ready to consume our living force, "The old man known as the prophet got the undead attack for the first time," Kuru, you asked people to take out all the holy water that they bought from humans some time ago from the warehouse, anyway, those low-level holy water is not very useful for high-level undead creatures, and it is just right to use it on these bone racks and stinky corpses. “

"Do as you command, Your Excellency!"

"Yes, Prophet!"

The two lizardmen next to the Prophet glanced at each other and whispered yes and quickly walked out of the room, leaving only the Prophet and a crocodile man clad in colorful feathers.

"Lord Prophet, I wonder if you can see where we are headed?" asked the feathered crocodile man when he saw that there were only two people in the room.

"Whether it's us, the group of undead creatures, or those necromancers, they are all shrouded in a thick layer of blood-colored mist, I only know that even if we win this time, our swamp clan will be greatly damaged, but at the same time, it will also give deterrence to the guys of other races, and my swamp clan can develop freely in three hundred years. ”

"And what about failure?" the crocodile man continued.

"Hehe......" the Prophet looked at the crocodile man with his clear, cloudy eyes, "Sharp Tooth, is it true that with your wisdom you can't see the consequences of defeat?"

"Uh," Sharp Tooth fell silent, as one of the few wise men among the crocodile people, of course he knew what would happen if the war with the necromancer was lost, but he couldn't accept it for a while.

"Sharp Teeth!" the Prophet was inexplicably silent for two seconds, then said to Sharp Teeth.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Sharp Tooth hastened

"Go and tell them, and say that I, the prophet Rothke, see the future!" said the prophet in an excited voice.

"What kind of future is it?" Sharp Tooth looked up.

"We will lead the ancestors to defeat the necromancers who dare to attack the swamp clan, and then spread the glory of the swamp clan farther afield, so that the other creatures of the Mayan continent can once again witness the majesty of my swamp clan!" the prophet paused.

"The swamp will prevail!" said the Prophet's face with an indescribable look.

"The swamp will win!!" Sharp Tooth shouted as he followed now.

"The swamp wins!!" Several werewolves guarding the door heard the shouts in the house and roared.

"Swamp will win! Swamp will win!! roaring !!" Before long, the sound of "Swamp must win" reached every corner of Kassara City, and every creature of the swamp clan shouted under the city or on the city walls, because the fear of being about to fight the undead was also drowned out by the roar that broke through the sky, and all that remained was the belief in victory and the desire to fight.

Just as the whole city of Kassala City was shouting, in a small room in the City Lord's Mansion of Kassala City, a black mist whispered to another black mist next to the voice: "Tsk, it seems that this war will not be too boring." Andora, what do you say!"

"Boring!" Andora's voice was angry but pleasant.

"Yes, I don't know why the master entrusted us with such an important task?" asked the black mist as she continued to ask, but Andora ignored him, and the black mist was bored and quieted down.

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The undead army was still advancing, and although many of them were engulfed by the swamp traps set by the swamp clans, there was no obstacle to the army, because the low-level undead were completely self-conscious, and they also had no morale to speak of. If it were all high-level undead, it might cause some fluctuations, as they were also afraid of their soul fire being extinguished.

The army was originally twenty kilometers away from Kassala City, and the skeletons' advance speed was basically constant, even if the advance speed of the swamp would slow down a lot, some minor troubles could not stop the undead from advancing.

The speed of a skeleton is about four kilometers per hour, and the speed of a zombie is about two kilometers per hour.

After four and a half hours of non-stop walking, the skeletons who walked in front could clearly see the entire outline of Kassala City, and then they were ordered by the necromancer to stay one kilometer away from Kassala City. This is just a place that is difficult for lizard shooters to reach, and the effective range of the lizardmen on flat ground is about 200 to 300 meters, and the range of the height of the city wall is about 500 meters. (Lizardfolk have strong vision, and from birth they are like a weakened version of Eagle Eye, but their strength is not as strong as their eyes can reach.) ）

"General, the undead have arrived at the city of Kassara!" said a werewolf who quickly ran to a huge tent and knelt at Kassa's feet.

"Hmph, who allowed you to step into General Ben's tent!" Casa reached out and grabbed the werewolf's neck, and then slammed it on the ground, the originally bright red carpet was instantly dyed with other colors, and a strong smell of blood spread through the tent.

"Cut, damn undead!" Casa spouted, "clean up this place, General Ben is going to see what those skeletons are capable of." “

"Yes...... Yes, Your Excellency!" replied one of the attendants who had been in the tent tremblingly.

Ignoring him, Casa strode away from the tent and toward the walls to the north.

At the same time, more than a dozen generals, lords, priests, and priests who had received a notice from their subordinates all advanced towards the north of the city.