"Is it stuck? Why can't this circle stop! ”

On the edge of the battlefield on the border of East Pruus, near the necropolis outside the ruins of a destroyed town, the student party of the Necromancer who had just defeated the gnolls in a vicious battle had gathered.

The physical class was still fending off the attacks of the surrounding nascent skeleton army on the periphery, while the spellcaster class gathered in the center of the cemetery and stared at the circle left behind by the gnoll warlock.

In front of the cart and the good pigeon was an apparently working undead summoning spell, set up by the gnolls with evil psionic skulls, innocent blood, and strange carrion candles.

The runes that shimmered with a cold glow around it were like they had never seen before, and the aura of the underworld entrenched here was rapidly expanding, like an immortal formless living thing.

Each of its "breaths" causes several coffins in the cemetery to move.

Because of the ten-year war, the number of soldiers and dead buried in this cemetery and nearby cemeteries is quite terrifying, so if the cart and the good pigeon can't stop it before the ceremony is carried out, then even if they cooperate with the defenders here tonight to destroy the gnolls warlocks, the constantly awakened undead will still "wash" the surrounding area with their disgust for the living.

Now that the gnolls are being hunted down by the Riptide Knights one by one, the threat posed by these bastards has been weakened, but the uncontrolled skeleton army will not dissipate on its own, and without the control of their masters, they will enter a more dangerous "wandering mode".

"Damn, there are at least four thousand undead wandering in this small battlefield now!"

Che Che held the staff and screamed:

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it's going to explode an army of 10,000 people on the spot? Pigeon Treasure, use your brain to think of a way! ”

"I've got a way to the hell!"

The good pigeon rolled his eyes and complained:

"I'm a Blood Torturer, not a Purifier, so you should find an Avalon priest to come over for this kind of ritual that obviously can't be stopped halfway, right? But if you really want to say something, I have it too. ”

Pigeon looked left and right, looked up at the sky again, and he whispered:

"Didn't all players with the psionic profession learn 'Astral Rip' during the Battle of the Under Armour Hills?

I don't really understand how that thing works, but I think if we can launch a 'cataclysm' here, not only can we rely on the impact of the astral psionic energy to raise this ritual, but if it works well, we may be able to banish the skeletal army that is causing chaos here to the astral plane.

Hey!

Isn't this a green, natural, and pollution-free treatment?

I can hardly find any reason not to do it, other than to be a little inhibited. ”

"Ugh"

Faced with the suggestion of the good pigeon, Cheche, who is also a psychic, rolled his eyes and complained:

"Although what you say makes sense, don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you bastard just wants to try your hand at 'dropping a nuclear bomb' on enemy soil. You're such a wicked person! ”

"Okay, you're right."

The good pigeon did not refute, he spun the scarlet cane in his hand, and said in a long voice:

"So, don't you want to? Isn't the development team's teaching us this technique of mass destruction to encourage us to use it boldly under special circumstances? Isn't this situation unique enough at the moment?

Letting nearly 10,000 ghouls and skeleton armies wreak havoc here is enough to turn this and nearby Banksy City into a wasteland, don't think about it!

We are saving people, my dear Cheche. ”

"But this ritual requires at least five psionics!"

Che Che frowned and said:

"And the ritual description makes it very clear that we need to have a ritual core that can store a lot of psionic energy and break through the astral barriers, and this is still in a region like Translasia, where the boundaries of the material world are very fragile.

Only the last of the three conditions has been met. ”

"Hey, as long as the mind doesn't slip, there are always more ways than difficulties."

Good Pigeon didn't care about the difficulties, he immediately logged into the in-game forum and edited a post, urging the psyker players who had learned the "Cataclysm" to hurry up and join the grand event on the border battlefield.

But before the post became popular, the good pigeon received a private chat from Mrs. Water in the game:

"Nonsense! Take your post down! You little fool, don't bother with that necromancy that's still running, just don't see it! You little idiot is going to throw away the construction points sent to you, what kind of family are you?

Such a big spending!

The development team fed you all the food in your mouth, and you still have to spit it out? ”

"Huh?"

The reprimand from Mrs. Water made the good pigeon's eyes widen, and he hurriedly asked, but Mrs. Water said that they would soon arrive at the battlefield and meet before talking.

The two student party psionics, you look at me, I look at you, and finally decided not to do anything for the time being.

For the wisdom of the Water Lady and the Pride of the Silver Moon, they are quite convinced, and several sassy operations of the girl group in the past period of time have brought them benefits that are difficult for ordinary players to imagine, although the students do not value the maximization of returns, but in the face of the situation that they can get 100, probably no one will choose to take 10 yuan, right?

Ten minutes later, the Pride of the Silver Moon officially arrived on the battlefield.

Even though Reeds and Sister Pomegranate hurriedly flew with the other members, they still arrived at the battlefield a little late, and the group of gnolwolf warlocks had been completely defeated by the precise decapitation operation.

Most of the Warlocks have been slain, and the few remaining have fled the battlefield in disarray, where they will be pursued like mad by the enraged local defenders.

The Riptide Knights are assisting the venerable soldiers, but at the call of the Water Lady, Tempal, Uncle Ferdin, and Miss Pinkie are already gathered in the cemetery.

"We must stop this evil ritual now!"

Seeing that Mrs. Shui was carried by Sister Pomegranate and fell from the sky, Uncle Fuding, who was quite energetic, strode forward and said loudly to the amazingly beautiful peer in front of him with a standard knightly salute:

"O powerful priest from the Church of Avalon, you are our last hope to defend this land, please guide the purifying power of the God of Avalon here as soon as possible, and completely cleanse this unspeakable evil."

"That's what I'm here for."

Lady Water also made a priest's salute to Uncle Ferdin, and then she stepped forward to check the necromantic ritual that was still running and accumulating the breath of Hades.

After a few seconds, she turned back to everyone and said to everyone, holding her big scythe that was extremely inconsistent with the "human design":

"This level of otherworldly summoning is not something that I can handle as an ordinary priest, and I may need to ask the church for help and send a priest who can perform divine magic. However, I would now like to ask you a question, is it really necessary for us to purify this ritual? ”

"Huh?"

The first to speak out was Miss Pinkie.

She who had just led her knights across the battlefield to perfectly complete the "debut" of the Riptide Knights, she would still be high-spirited, and in the face of the question raised by the Water Lady in the most simple knightly morality, she naturally instinctively wanted to refute it, but just before she could speak, she was held down by the Liwen knight beside her.

The intelligent half-dragonborn motioned with her eyes to stop talking and see what these warriors of Master Murphy would do with this mess.

"Tell me what you think, Lady Water."

Typal stepped forward and said:

"We all know that you are the most splendid wisdom born in the land of Translasia, and perhaps you can give us some useful advice."

"On the way here, I heard about the plan of the little pigeon and the little cart, and they plan to summon the filthy psionic energy torn by the astral plane to hedge against this undead circle.

With my shallow understanding of the forces of evil, I think this project has a certain success rate, but the huge after-effects of the astral rift must also be taken seriously.

The city rifts of the Crimson Keep still bear the filth left by the astral tear, and even if they stopped the undead summoning in such an extreme way, it would only cause another problem for the land.

And the use of such mass destruction techniques on someone else's territory could easily lead to diplomatic disputes. ”

Lady Water shook her head and explained her opinion on the astral tear, and then fiddled with her braid on her chest, and said:

"Second, even if we succeed in purifying the ritual here, the awakened skeleton army and ghouls will not rest at the end of the ritual.

The evil spells of the Gnoll Warlock have polluted the land, and its effects are not something that will die out in three or two days.

But on the other hand, the maximum extent that this ritual can affect is only a few large tombs nearby, and there is a limit to the number of dead buried here, and if we let it continue to operate until this limit comes, it will stop itself.

In fact, by my estimation, it will weaken on its own by early tomorrow morning at most. ”

"But so many wandering undead would put the people who are still alive in the vicinity at terrible risk! Banks City is only thirty kilometers away, and there are 200,000 people in that city! ”

Miss Pinkie shouted:

"Letting the innocent fall into danger is not a knight's business!"

"So, we're going to send them to a safe place and start a new life before they are threatened by the undead."

Mrs. Water said slowly:

"This is the most perfect choice that can be made right now, after all, neither we nor the Pioneer Legion can clear out these awakened undead in a short period of time, unless the short marshal has the same mind as Little Pigeon Bao to raze everything here with a super spell.

But if he did, the innocents would die.

I can understand your compassion and intolerance in this regard, but the fact is that something bad has happened, and instead of expecting it to dissipate quietly, it is better to start saving those who can still be saved from now on.

With the current rate at which skeleton armies and undead creatures are resurrected, and the number of horrors they will eventually reach, not only a few nearby towns, but also half of the inhabitants of the Cadman County in the center of this area need to be evacuated immediately!

Luckily, the great and glorious Riptide Riders will stay here to help keep the undead at bay and give them enough time to evacuate. ”

Speaking of this, Mrs. Water blinked and said:

"Of course, the local population is free to move to the areas protected by the Pioneer Corps, but in the midst of this terrible humanitarian crisis, I think that Translasia, which is closer, will also open its arms to these innocents.

I knew a very good place to go.

For example, Fort Riptide is under construction

Not only is it the home base of the brave whitewater riders who intervened in tonight's disaster and turned the tide, but it is also less than a hundred kilometers from their homeland, where they can rest and lick their wounds.

Every day, I look at my lost homeland and accumulate strength, and strengthen myself in the sorrow of this place of suffering.

The day will come when people who have been forced to leave the land will return to their homeland with their own hands rather than the power of others, and a new epic will be written.

Look, what a singing and crying story? ”

After Mrs. Water finished her thoughts, everyone in this gloomy cemetery was speechless.

Cheche opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he could only give a thumbs up and wave his "Aunt Shui" fiercely, and he whispered:

"The adult world is really terrifying, compared to Aunt Shui, these gnolls are considered good people."

"Huh?"

Mrs. Water let out a nasal voice and glanced at the unobtrusive car with "Iceberg Royal Sister's Gaze", the latter hurriedly stood up straight and didn't dare to say anything more, while Taipal and Uncle Furding in front of him glanced at each other.

They both saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.

Although the Riptide Knights have worked very hard to gather the people after obtaining the construction and management rights of the player's stronghold, their number is limited, and after working hard for so long, after removing the manpower handed over to the administrative office, they have only left more than 3,000 people in their territory.

If the Water Lady's proposal is followed, I am afraid that it will only take a few days, and the number of people in Riptide Fort will exceed the 10,000 mark.

With a little "small means", the number of people they can get can be doubled.

And as Mrs. Water said, bringing so many people back to Transcia can also brush up on a wave of construction points. If you have to find another reason to convince yourself, then these people who have experienced the scourge of the dead are definitely the best "potential believers" of the Light on this continent.

My heart is moved.

There was no reason to oppose it from any side, and even the most upright knight was still a little uncontrollable under this choice.

"You're not right!"

Miss Pinkie was the only one against this, and she couldn't say anything wrong with it, but she just felt that there was something wrong with the logic.

She frowned and retorted:

"We should stop this catastrophe! Rather than allowing it to continue to take advantage of the opportunity to attract local people, who could have lived and worked in peace."

"Alright, then you can figure it out, Ms. Becky."

Mrs. Water was not annoyed, she made a "please" gesture with a smile, and let the way to expose the necromancy that was still working behind her.

Even people who no longer understand the mysteries of psionic energy know that this thing is really a big problem when they see the entrenchment of the ominous power right now.

"Liwen, can you purify it?"

Becky whispered a question to her best friend, and Liwen Knight hesitated for a moment and said:

"If you can invoke the power of my gods, you may be able to, but I think you should consider the advice of the Water Lady, even if it is stopped now, the skeleton army and ghouls that have already formed will still be a big problem.

Whether you like to take such a measure or not, I guess Marshal Loren will definitely give the order to evacuate later, and the continuous penetration of the breath of Hades has indeed made this area no longer suitable for ordinary people.

In fact, casualties from the Ten Years War have left the area already a necromancy that has not been paid attention to until now, and the Gnoll's surprise attack has detonated it. ”

"Then let's start evacuating immediately!"

The good pigeon flapped its wings excitedly and said:

"We can drop flyers to Banksy City and tell the innocent people who will be affected as quickly as possible, and they have the right to know what is happening on their land."

"The Riptide Knights will clear a safe path for the locals to evacuate to Fort Riptide!"

Tempal said in a deep voice:

"We will maintain this 'path of life' from now on, ah, I feel that the tragedy of Stratholme is repeated in East Prus. Fortunately, our situation is not as bad as it was back then. We must learn the lessons of Lord Uther's failures!

We must act now!

Here, time is of the essence. ”

"As soon as possible."

Mrs. Shui put on a low-key posture of "hiding merit and fame", and she reminded:

"At least the first evacuation of the innocents must be organized before the vanguard of the Pioneer Corps arrives, otherwise, it will be difficult to obtain the consent of Marshal Loren in this matter. But if it were to be true, I guess the short marshal would have nothing to say but a few curses. ”

Standing in the miserable cemetery, the priest of the god Avalon, looking around at the burning and terrifying battlefield, whispered:

"The self-proclaimed defenders of Plantagenet have failed to fulfill their oath to their people and their homeland, so let it be no wonder that the brave men with righteous hearts exercise this power and duty in their place."

——

"What do you say? The Translantian barbarians are sending our inhabitants to their fiefdom? This is taking advantage of the fire! ”

A few hours later, Field Marshal Loren, who had pioneered the fortress, received a report from the leader of the cavalry ahead, and although his elite cavalry was hurrying, they had arrived in the border town six hours after the accident.

According to the cavalry leader's report, the Riptide Knights, who had come to their aid, had organized two teams of 600 men to leave the disaster site in a very short period of time.

And thanks to the "efforts" of those winged vampires, people in more than a dozen nearby towns knew the news of the outbreak of the undead disaster, and even Banks City was already panicked.

"I knew that these Transians harbored evil intentions!"

In the marshal's office, Marshal Loren was so angry that he almost wanted to grab a battle axe and rush to the Crimson Keep to give Murphy a few stabs.

But he quickly calmed down.

He had to admit that there was nothing wrong with the Transansians, and that the best thing to do was to transfer the inhabitants if the problem of the undead could not be eliminated quickly.

But those bastards must have let the process go ahead, and they knew exactly what they could get out of it.

It has only been a little over two years since the Plantagenet Kingdom took over East Pruos, and it has been the territory of the Portian Confederacy for the past four hundred years.

Marshal Loren could easily have imagined that once the mass migration began, there would be a number of people who would voluntarily seek refuge in Transnesia.

"In this situation, I can't forcibly stop them from crossing the border privately, but how can I let you take His Majesty's people captive so easily?"

The half-dwarf marshal narrowed his eyes, and in the rising smoke he called his guards and ordered:

"Immediately inform all the mayors of East Prus of the outbreak of the Black Plague in three months, especially the town hall of Banks. Explain to the fat-gutled guys that the first wave of the Black Plague will break out in Transnesia.

At the same time, I ordered the newly formed new regiments to move around Marlow Town, and I asked them to destroy all the remaining undead creatures in that land before the Black Plague broke out!

Ah, Translasia!

Anything to do with that place is always so bad, I really should have missed it, alas. ”

(End of chapter)