"How?"

Feller had just returned to his room when a thin, undead middle-aged man came out of nowhere, staring at him with his eyes intent and asked.

"You're startling me!" Feller was startled, he was already a thief, he went to the window and looked out, and closed the window.

"No, I don't have a clue at all......," Feller said helplessly, "There's no way this guy Levid will listen to me, and before I can start talking, he blocked me back with words......"

"That's ......"

The middle-aged man of the undead paced around the gloomy room in annoyance, and it took a long time to make up his mind and say, "It seems that Levid is already determined to follow that false god, and we don't need to waste time on him, Lord Adele's army of the undead is coming, Philer...... That's how you ......"

The two of them lowered their voices as they spoke, and at this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from a distance, in the direction of the room.

The undead middle-aged man's face changed when he heard this, and he pushed Feller violently, "Damn, you betrayed me?"

"I didn't!"

Feller was also anxious when he heard this, he had no idea where he was showing his feet, but he didn't think that Cronia had already set his sights on him.

At this time, Levid's rude voice came from outside the door, "Philer, don't resist any longer, who is that guy inside? Well, it doesn't seem to belong to our stronghold...... Hand him over and you'll be fine!"

"What to do?" said Feller, his face pale with fright, his body trembling as he pressed his hand to the handle of his staff, knowing how terrible Levid was.

The look on the face of the middle-aged man of the undead was uncertain, "It's all surrounded here, there is no way, we have to rush out!"

"Kill!"

Phile also let go at this time, and the murderous intent in his eyes was revealed.

"Boom ......"

The two figures broke through the roof, but they were startled, only to see that the underneath was already densely packed with heavily armed undead, and Levid stood in the middle of the crowd, directing the soldiers to attack.

The hearts of the middle-aged people of the undead suddenly sank to the bottom, and they had already discovered it.

"Kill ......"

With a wave of the sword in Levid's hand, countless undead magic rained down......

After killing the spy Feller, Levid's expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and it took a long time for him to wave his hand weakly.

"Someone!"

A lean undead youth walked briskly to Levid's side.

"Where is Fismarck's army now?"

"Report to Lord Levid, they have crossed our border and are heading towards the stronghold, which is only more than three hundred kilometers from us......

"What? how fast it is?" a hint of consternation flashed in Levid's eyes, three hundred kilometers seemed like a long distance, but at the speed of the Frost Dragon, that is, a little more than half a day, that is, soon, his small stronghold was about to encounter Vismarck's army of natural disasters.

Levid muttered, "Pass my order, and all the stronghold soldiers will immediately carry out Plan No. 2!"

"Yes...... Lord Levid......" replied the undead youth in a loud voice.

Four hours later, as soon as the sky was white, the calm stronghold suddenly began to shake, and then a desolate trumpet resounded throughout the land.

"What...... What's that?"

"It's Fismarck's Scourge Legion...... They're finally here......"

"Oh my God...... Frost Dragon...... Their frost dragons are all dispatched......"

In the sky, a dragon roar suddenly sounded, and then the frosty aura that rushed to the face made the undead of the entire stronghold tremble.

"Calm down...... Calm ......"

Levid walked out of the room quickly, and shouted loudly, as the head of the stronghold, he patrolled the area of the stronghold every hour, and did not slack off at all, and did not rest until almost dawn, who knew that he didn't even have time to take off his armor before the enemy came.

"Defend now!"

"Ghost Tower, prepare ......"

"Necromancer...... Prepare for ......"

Under the command of Levid, the entire stronghold was busy, and the soldiers ran to their defensive positions, and the "Quenching Dragon Slayer Arrow" at the highest point of the stronghold also turned rapidly.

At this moment, three black dots appeared in the sky, and with a loud roar, three huge frost dragons appeared above the stronghold, followed by thousands of elite gargoyles, and Livid knew that they were only the vanguard of the Scourge Legion.

At this moment, a frost dragon roared and spat out a huge stream of ice dust, and everywhere the ice dust went, all the undead shivered smartly, and a layer of tight ice condensed on the head of the stronghold like magic.

"Attack ......"

At this time, Levid decided to fight back, and with his order, countless undead magic rose in the stronghold, and those skulls burning with cyan flames blasted towards the frost dragons and elite gargoyles in the sky.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

Countless undead magic struck the Frost Dragon, sending out brilliant fireworks in the air, the Frost Dragon's body was huge and its defense was strong, but its speed was so slow that it was a living target in the air.

Elite gargoyles are faster than the Frost Dragons, but their defenses are so weak that they can be shot down with just one face, and even if they don't die, they become stone statues and can no longer participate in combat.

In the dome in the middle of the Tower of Ghosts, there are necromancers wearing black robes and bone armor, holding bone staffs, and around them there is a huge magic array engraved with mystical patterns

The power of the undead magic that came out was more than double that of usual.

Under such a dense attack, a frost dragon was the first to be unable to hold on, only to let out a desperate roar, followed by a massive body falling downward.

"Boom ......"

The huge frost dragon crashed into the hill next to the stronghold, and then fell to the ground with a loud thud, and a layer of white mist drifted out, covering the hair and eyebrows of the undead soldiers who were close.

"Hooray......

Seeing a frost dragon being defeated, the undead soldiers of the stronghold let out an excited cry, their morale was shocked, and all the targets were immediately aimed at the remaining two frost dragons.

"Well done...... That's it...... Aim...... Put ......"

Levid shouted, his face flushing a little sickly with excitement, and the victory in the first battle was a great honor for him and for the undead in the colony.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

The battle continued, the sky was full of flames and frost, and it was extremely fierce that it would be extremely disadvantageous for Levid to have no strong air forces on his side, but it would never be possible for the air force alone to break through this heavily defended stronghold.

Soon, a second Frost Dragon was also shot down, this time by the "Quenching Dragon Slayer" in the central tower of the colony, these extremely slow and primitive defensive tools to activate and reload, and a single shot can seriously injure the Frost Dragon.

The undead soldiers who control the "Quenched Dragon Slayer" know very well that these expensive and rare "Quenching Dragon Slayer Arrows" must not be wasted on those vulnerable gargoyles, and its target is the Frost Dragon.

"Well done, little ones......"

Levid excitedly shouted at the undead at the spire in the center of the stronghold, "After this battle, I will personally ask you for credit in front of the Lich King......

"Kill!"

The undead soldier was imposing, and he spun his arm quickly, aiming at the last frost dragon, and a huge arrow with black flames burst through the void and roared out......

On a small hill next to him, Adele, the commander-in-chief of the "Scourge Legion", quietly watched the battle in the stronghold and did not say a word for a long time.

The battlefield shape is not good for their side, but Adele didn't want to intervene, she didn't want to immediately break through this stronghold like a stone, her purpose was to test and test the true strength of the other party.

It is true that, judging from the results, the strength of this "Scourge Army" that ran out of nowhere far exceeded Adele's expectations.

The attack on the entire stronghold was neat and orderly, and despite the absence of a strong air force, relying on ground defense alone, it was still fought vigorously, and the commander of this stronghold was not a straw bale.

"Unexpectedly, they are more difficult to deal with than the Plague Legion......" Adele thought quietly in her heart, her fists clenched unconsciously......