On May 8, the assembly of the Tasman army was basically completed. The undead soldiers gathered from various locations across the country were led by lords to be stationed near the royal city. More than 10,000 undead troops were displayed outside the city wall, but they were far less than the noise of human troops preparing for battle. If you look over the city wall, the only difference you can feel is the extra rows of camp tents and the occasional walking crowd.

The undead who does not need food is not a "permanent motion machine". Although the entire undead army does not have a supply force to transport food, each undead needs to absorb the "undead energy" unique to the Tasman to maintain its own energy.

The "uncle energy" near the royal city is extremely rich, but once you walk out of the Gondola Mountains, these undead people will also face the problem of energy consumption - because of this, the Undead Council has been conducting arguments for a long time.

After all, since the undead appeared in the Gondola Mountains, it has not been out of this area with a strong "necrotic energy" for more than 700 years. Those undead who go out to perform missions can be nourished by carrying fragments of crystal stones, but large-scale marches cannot be so luxurious at all. Even though Augustine had long given a solution to large-scale supply with magic circles, the parliament still discussed this.

After all, this is also a kind of "logistics", and every decision has to touch the cheese of countless nobles.

Fortunately, the situation in the parliament has finally become clearer in the past few days. The pressure Augustine has been exerting to bring the discussion to an end. The task objectives of the second batch of recruitment and transformation of the undead have been determined, which also indicates that the war is about to enter a new stage.

However, no matter how the upper class decides, Lord Pochi, who is the "Shepherd", is now very distressed by these mission goals.

You should know that he had just issued a series of indicators to the stewards of his subordinate territory. These tasks that exceeded previous years were already well completed, but now it was even worse... He probably had to take out most of his savings over the years to fill this hole.

There is no lord who is not greedy for money. Although he is reluctant, Pochi is not stupid. If he fails to complete the task assigned by Emperor Augustine at this critical moment, the surname of this territory may be changed next year...

He knew that he was just a puppet of the Undead Empire, so he never had the idea of ​​"establishing his own business" or "out of control".

"I still can't escape when it's time to bleed..."

Tagney City is a small town with no walls. But it is already prosperous enough for a baron like Lord Pochi. At this time, the house he lives in was dry and comfortable with fire, which is much more comfortable than the supermarket houses where civilians live.

Pochi has been a little overwhelmed by troubles these days. He just wants to relax now, but as soon as he gets up, he hears the sound of bells coming from outside the house.

Only during major festivals or alarms will the bells in the town bells. Pochi was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to walk outside the house to take a look, he saw the butler rushing into the house with a panic-

"Master, there are, there are, and there are enemies attacking..."

"Enemies? What enemy?"

Pochi frowned. He had not fought any wars. Sometimes the friction between nobles had to be resolved by fighting a few battles. But at the important moment when Emperor Augustine was preparing to send troops, who was so blind to come out and cause trouble?

"What are you panic? Go and notify Borami and Horton Knights and ask them to bring people to solve the problem immediately!"

There are two powerful knights in Baron Pochi's manor, and there are nearly a hundred private soldiers, so they are not afraid of any so-called attacks at this time.

"But, but...Borami and Knight Holden just now--were found dead in the bedroom!"

"What did you say!?"

Poch suddenly couldn't calm down and grabbed the butler: "What the hell is going on! Tell me clearly!"

"Master, I don't know what's going on. Just now, a lot of noise happened outside the town, saying that there was a thousand troops attacking me. I wanted to go and inform the two knights to prepare immediately, but the servant found that they were all killed in their bedroom..."

"Dead?"

Poqi immediately realized that this was a premeditated attack. He immediately picked up the sword and asked the butler to gather the remaining private soldiers together. Under the protection of more than 50 soldiers who had just come over, he rode on the war horses and asked the butler to inform the undead mage who was guarding the place. But before he left the manor, Baron Poqi saw the crowds of people coming from all directions.

"Why... are there so many people?"

The people under his rule were tens of thousands of people, but these people were scattered in various villages and could not get together on weekdays. Now there are at least two thousand people in front of him, and the small manor is surrounded by solid people. Even though most of the farm tools these people hold, Lord Pochi deeply felt a sense of despair.

"Traitor! The culprit!"

"The butcher who colluded with the undead!"

"Human shame!"

The slogans shouted in the crowd changed Baron Pochi's face. Recalling the information of the surrounding housekeepers in recent days, he suddenly realized that there might be a collective rebellion in the territory under his rule...

But at this time, he was not desperate, but immediately commanded the private soldiers to form a formation and let more than a dozen guards riding horses cover him and prepare to break out.

However, before the breakthrough began, seven or eight gray-white "skeleton soldiers" swayed out of the manor. They rushed straight towards the approaching farmers, and were then chopped to the ground without any suspense.

"Did you see it? This is the evidence of his collusion with the undead!"

"Destroy the traitors! Give me freedom!"

"Kill! Kill all the traitors!"

These skeleton soldiers who suddenly appeared became the fuse for the start of the battle. Poqi knew that he was probably plotted against, because the necromancer who guarded the territory would never do such a stupid thing - but now he could only bite the bullet and start breaking through. However, not long after he rushed into the crowd, his war horse was tripped by a bone spur that appeared somewhere, so Poqi, who fell to the ground, was immediately captured.

Until this time, the necromancer who should have guarded this place did not appear... Poqi understood that the other party probably realized that the situation was difficult to reverse and gave up on himself directly.

He looked at the crowd in front of him with an excited expression, and all his words turned into a sigh:

"Is it going to change finally?"

The lord was rudely tied up, and after falling off the horse, his ribs were broken, but no one in the crowd around him would care about the lord's feelings, and some even slapped him a few times when he was pushed and moved.

"Exploiting our pig tricks!"

"vampire!"

This team of civilians is obviously no longer afraid of the lord's authority. The constant slogans have made them believe in the fact that "the lord is a traitor". Their leader, Kurka, who was once the leader of the hunter, has taken off his simple leather armor and put on a silver-shining metal armor surrounded by everyone.

Poqi recognized that it was a set of Misilian light armor he collected. It was obvious that this elected civilian has already possessed a leader identity confirmed by everyone since today, and Poqi... has become a stepping stone for him to rise to power.

"Silly...you don't know who you are against! You will be doomed and become fertilizer in the land!"

Finally, Pochi, who was tied into rice dumplings, met Kurka on the balcony on the second floor of the manor. He endured the violent scolding on his body. However, Kurka, who was watched by thousands of people, did not choose to respond to his words. He just shouted at the crowd who looked up at the bottom: "Remember this day! From today on, we will be the only free people on this land!"

"Long live freedom!"

The loud shouts sounded, and Poqi understood that these people might not necessarily be for the so-called "freedom", but more of the reason was that his lord was increasingly harsh oppression, but with the skeleton soldiers who rushed over just now, these people had to believe the so-called "facts".

Poqi knew that there must be a figure of a necromancer behind this, but...will these people really succeed?

The long sword that came across the horizontal gave the baron no longer a chance to know the answer.

*******

“The rain is getting heavier.”

Akasha pulled the poncho on her body and sighed with emotion.

"Be careful not to let the rain wet your clothes. The temperature is low at night and the temperature is too low, which will cause big problems." Roddy reached out to tie her straps, and then said to herself: "Actually, it's better to have a little rain..."

"To be honest, I'm afraid that mushrooms will grow on my body every day when living in this environment. How can these people bear it?"

Melinthra walked freely in the rain, and the raindrops were separated by an invisible barrier, so even her hair could not be wet.

"They are very dry in winter, and you will miss the current weather again. If you don't talk about this, you'll soon find your goal."

Roddy's eyes swept across the "map bar" in front of her. After the "demon subspecies" escaped last night, the team followed the traces today. Maleenthra confirmed the direction based on the magic mark she left. When she approached the target, Roddy's "tracking technique: demon" immediately showed its effect.

He saw a dense array of marks on the map, and a rough count of more than one hundred were more than one hundred.

However, this mark relies on color to distinguish the opponent's strength. With Roddy's current strength, this "devil subspecies" are basically gray or white - which means they do not pose any threat to Roddy at all.

"Everyone is more cautious later. There may be other groups in the target, so we must first try to hide our movements." Roddy turned his head and explained the combat plan. "The cavalry team should pay attention to encirclement. The infantry does not need to form a formation, just advance at the fastest speed. Akasha, let your mages start to hide the team as much as possible... Remember, our goal is not to kill, but to control the situation as soon as possible."

Roddy turned his head and said to Melinthra: "If possible, try to ensure that no one dies."

He had a premonition in his heart that the meaning of these guys in Tasman is far more important than those "lambs".

"Don't worry."

Maleinthella snapped her fingers in response, looking relaxed.

"Okay, everyone is in their place."

Roddy didn't talk nonsense and waved his hand to act.

Akasha, who was standing by, immediately used the spiritual command to make the ten undead mages who were accompanying him start casting spells. The barriers quickly unfolded, the rain was isolated, the air became dry, and the sounds around him were reduced a lot. The barbarian soldiers began to sort out their armor and weapons in an orderly manner.

Everything went very well, just...

Akasha frowned slightly and took a deep breath.

Since she entered Tasman, she felt that she always felt a special breath in her breath, and now, this special magic rhythm seems to be becoming more and more obvious - but she can't tell what she specifically describes it.

Turning his head and looking at the high elf mage who followed him, Akasha always felt that their bodies were much more flexible after coming to Tasman, and the female mage who always followed her seemed to have more spirit in her eyes.

What is this because of?
Chapter completed!