boom--

Thunder passes through the sky.

The drizzle fell on the streets of Dimikas, and the intertwined streets. The residents walked by in a panic in the rain. The neat long street had been unscrupulous for several days. The remaining mud and the accumulated water emitted a stinking smell. Most of the shops along the street had been closed. The long-haired beast riding carrying the message rushed out of the city with the knights above. The pedestrians they met on the way all had fear and nervousness on their faces.

The young child was carried by his parents and rushed out of the city in a luxurious car that was hard to see in the Southern Continent. The old man was supported by several slaves and boarded a comfortable frame and went to take shelter outside the city. There were more slaves behind him with the things that the old man loved, forming a long dragon.

On the crowded street, the ordinary residents who were squeezed into the street by this team packed up their valuables at home and some food they ate on the road, and urged each other to set off towards the city gate. In the crowd, people shouted and occasionally conflicts broke out. The two families started fighting on the street. The children were thrown to the side, and they cried so scared that they were crying. The woman went crazy to help their men, grab each other's hair, and then they were rushed over by the other party's wife and children, pressing them to the ground and pounding them hard.

The miserable cry resounded throughout the long street, and soldiers who maintained order rushed over to pull them away. The residents of the passing looked curiously and continued to move forward. This scene became increasingly chaotic in this prosperous city.

The merchants who had originally entered the city took their goods directly to the north or left east. From time to time, they could see reinforcements from the army passing through. They were stepping up defense facilities to the south of the wilderness. While digging out several trenches, magic devices with explosive power were also set up on the ground.

The caravan that had gone far away had already walked a long way, and some of them were still behind. They kept asking about these situations and talked with their companions nervously.

"I heard it was a ghoul from the south. Several cities were destroyed and no one was alive."

"......The dead people have turned into corpses and are about to come and eat people."

"When will the army be sent to reinforce?"

"I have sent you. I have a brother in the army. He secretly told me that the third prince and General Black Scale would come."

"That's good! That's good!"

The upper country has an area of ​​more than 20 million square kilometers. Its prosperity is indescribable thanks to the supply of the Southern Continent. The mage is at ease in researching without worrying about insufficient funds and materials. The woman sits at home safely, educates her children, flips through the dazzling array of luxury goods in magic books, occasionally make appointments with her best friend and have afternoon tea in the garden at home.

Men do not have to do their best to support their families, but they continue to strengthen their abilities at various learning points, and be a manifestation of a person who is constantly making progress in this worry-free society.

However, as time goes by, a peaceful life suddenly changes, like a pool of calm water, a huge rock was thrown away, causing countless waves, and huge ripples were like terrifying conveyors, spreading the news, awakening everyone who was sleeping, and innate fear.

"Go away quickly, don't block the road in front of you, the corpse ghosts in the south are coming. I heard that the four thousand soldiers sent to wipe out were eaten by them, and there are as many as a million. Go away-"

The rain fell from heaven and earth. On the roads out of the city, in the countryside, the convoys of refuge were crowded in the east and north directions, full of people and cars were gathering.

south.

The fortifications built urgently were gradually completed twenty miles south of Dimikas City. Behind the long defensive network line, the Black God cannon has been placed in place, and the black flag was soaked in the raindrops. There were more than 80,000 troops defending here, and a small number of sacrifices and mages were also present.

Although it was a temporary piece of paper, it was also clear about the whole situation.

The mage general named Molotia held a brief meeting with his men in his own camp. He knew that the commander-in-chief from Dijing had not come yet and the army belonging to each city would not be able to obey any of them. When he learned about the path and direction of the spread of the corpse ghosts, he rushed over immediately, without saying hello, found his suitable defense section and began to build fortifications.

"The message sent back before is less than fifteen miles away from here, and it is estimated that it will come soon."

The soldiers' shouts and the noise of construction of fortifications were ringing outside. Although Molotia was calm, she was somewhat worried about facing the millions of ghouls.

"On the side of the imperial court, Your Majesty will not sit idly by, and the Third Prince's army should be about to arrive." Others comforted him.

Morotia nodded: "The third prince is very capable of leading troops to fight, and General Black Scale is also very powerful in martial arts, but the number of corpse ghosts is too large, so I naturally feel a little worried. Once the defense here is broken, I will face Dijing directly, and we have no shame to go back to see His Majesty."

Hearing the general's worried tone, the confidant wanted to say, outside the tent, a noise suddenly broke out, and a soldier lifted the curtain, Morotia pinched the sword: "What happened?"

"The ghoul is here."

After the words of the informed soldier fell, the generals in the tent also noticed a slight tremor under their feet. At this time, they could not hear footsteps, but being able to detect the tremor of the earth first means that the number... must be huge and unimaginable.

Molotia looked at each other with his men, rushed out of the tent, came to the busy fortification, and walked up to the high place. At the end of the gray rainy day, a black line spreading up and down between the sky and the earth.

Just like the tide of corpse surging from the sky, the ever-dead legs ran in the water, countless twisted and rotten faces opened their mouths and let out a series of heart-wrenching roars towards the defensive positions in the distance.

The black line gradually unfolded in the field of vision, and behind the exposed figures were densely packed and crowded together and running wildly.

"defense--"

In the defensive position of Dimikas, thousands of soldiers gathered quickly in the commander's roar, and then spread out. The shield-holding array stepped on the neat footsteps, standing behind the defense net, with the shield pressing the ground, and leaning up to make a staggering stance.

Behind, a spear lit up the inscription and passed through the tower shield, or a dense spear forest was formed in the gap. The archers quickly assembled in teams, drawing out arrows to the edge of the bow, and the mages and priests gathered nearby, brewing magic spells, waiting for the commander's next command.

Buzzing buzzing...numerous noisy roars became clear.
Chapter completed!