Just as I was enjoying the feeling of a huge amount of magic power pouring into my body like a tide, a thought full of evil and murder suddenly emerged in my mind. . . In an instant, my head was immediately covered with cold sweat.
When I jumped up from the stone bench with boundless fear, Yiya, who had been watching me, immediately held me up. The other magicians and survivors who were responsible for protecting me also surrounded me.
"Sir, are you okay?" Seeing my miserable appearance, the court wizard who had followed me all the way from the royal capital immediately moistened the towel in his hand with a water ball spell and handed it to me.
"It's okay... I'm fine..." After letting go of Yiya, I took the towel and signaled to my subordinates that I was fine. Then I wiped my face vigorously. At the same time, I kept thinking about what happened just now.
Was that sudden thought my nature or a bad omen? For a moment, I couldn't figure out what was going on. If my nature was turning evil and bloodthirsty, then why didn't I have the urge to kill now? If...
"Sir, undead, it's the undead army..." Just as my mind was racing, a magician, supported by two survivors, stumbled over from the entrance of the castle rooftop, shouting all the way.
"What's going on? Is the undead army coming towards us?" Seeing the magician gasping for breath, a senior magician next to me immediately asked him.
"Yes, nearly 4 million undead troops and a large number of animal skeletons are coming this way. It is estimated that those undead will appear in front of us in half an hour." Holding back his breath, the magician answered all the questions that needed to be reported in one breath.
"Damn, they came so fast! Looks like we're going to be busy this time..." Hearing the number of the undead army, everyone present couldn't help but gasp, and even I couldn't help but want to curse. 4 million, plus the bones of those animals, I'm afraid that even if I fill my big bunker with all those undead, it will be enough to crush all of us.
"Sir, what do you think we should do? We really cannot resist this number..."
"What should I do? Just let it go! Order all the survivors to go up to the city walls, and then send 80,000 magicians to the towers, with 10,000 magicians on each floor. With this three-dimensional defense, I think I can at least hold out for a while. The remaining 20,000 magicians, follow me out of the castle..." I had no other choice but to hold on. Otherwise, not only would I not be able to explain to Queen Yaen, but it would also be detrimental to my survival on this continent. After all, no one dared to predict what the situation would be like after the orc invasion.
At that moment, I led more than 10,000 magicians out of the city immediately and began to perform various small actions and tricks within a few hundred meters in front of the castle, trying to cause more trouble for those undead wizards before the actual combat.
"Retreat, everyone, retreat to the castle, and return to the castle immediately after clearing all traces..." When the night completely enveloped the earth, a gray skeleton appeared in the sky several kilometers away from us. At this time, the only thing I could do was to immediately order all the troops outside the castle to return to the castle immediately and prepare to rely on the walls of the City of Earth for the final resistance.
Without any extra sounds, 20,000 magicians, led by the senior magicians of each unit, quickly and orderly floated into the castle. Even those magicians who had no wind magic ability quickly evacuated with the help of their companions.
At the same time, as the undead were approaching us in large numbers, on the Canglang defense line, Bout and William were horrified to find that the orc army, which had been attacking desperately for a day, had gathered a huge force again within less than an hour of retreating and began another round of strong attacks on the Canglang defense line. . . . .
"Sir, the soldiers have fought hard enough this day. If this continues, I'm afraid the troops won't be able to bear it..."
Looking at the densely packed orcs outside the city wall, the commander of the Second Army of the Gray Wolf Line complained to Bott in a low voice. Just think about it, in this day, the number of deaths in his fully staffed army alone reached more than 8,000, plus the seriously injured who were unable to fight again, the combat effectiveness of this army was actually only 2/3 of that when it was fully staffed. And if this battle ended, I'm afraid his Second Army would be half-wasted, right
Although his Second Corps was also known as the main force of the Canglang Line, he also knew that no matter what the situation was, he was the kind of troop that charged forward and waited for the rest to be picked. The only ones who were treated the most were undoubtedly the First Corps led by William and the Corps directly under Bout himself.
"You have to endure it even if you can't bear it! Do you think that if you can't bear it, the enemy will slow down their offensive? If your Second Legion can't hold that section of the city wall, then you don't have to come to see me! In addition, everyone listen to me, this battle is related to the entire Canglang Defense Line and the safety of the entire East Continent. If you hold it, it will be good for you, me and everyone else. If you can't hold it, then we will go to see the King of Hell together..." Due to his pessimism about the situation, Bout's tone of voice was no longer as gentle as usual, and became rapid and stiff.
"Sir, do you think we should transfer the magician troops from the Kingdom of Yan? After all, their long-range attacks are still very effective against those orcs..." Seeing his colleagues being trained by Bout, William, relying on the care he had always received from Bout, also stood up to ask.
"Hmph, don't dream. The spies just reported that more than 6 million undead have rushed towards them, 4 million of which are skeletons. Do you think our narrow city walls can withstand the attack of such a large number of undead? As long as one point is breached, the entire Canglang Line will be completely destroyed. Now, they can only rely on the castle, a short and strong defense point, to delay the attack of the undead. I hope they can hold on for a while longer, so that we have a chance to repel the orc troops." Bout answered his beloved general's suggestion expressionlessly, and he really disagreed in his heart.
Similarly, after hearing what Bout said, many generals on the Canglang defense line were already in a state of fear. Facing an orc army that was twice their number and had an even greater gap in combat power, no one could feel at ease, even with the high walls. (To be continued)