A series of orders flowed out of my mouth, and were quickly and seriously executed by the subordinate officers. When the undead crawled up from the bottom of the moat, ready to use their rotten bones to clear the way for the undead army, a large number of magic balls fell from the tower, and quickly smashed them from the top of the bone wall back to the bottom of the moat before they could blend into the skeletons filled in earlier.
When the undead who rushed up from afar to help build the bone wall in the hope of raising the height of one end of the bone wall to the same height as the city wall as soon as possible, the necromancers helplessly discovered that the roads leading to the bone wall had already been blocked by a large amount of magic long before the arrival of the undead army. Not to mention letting the skeletons continue to climb the bone wall, even getting close to it seemed so difficult.
Faced with this scene, the necromancers had no time to think about these problems. Soon, they discovered another situation that made them feel even more powerless. On the city wall, countless magics seemed to have eyes, and they madly attacked all the necromancers close to the moat. . . . .
After a chaotic battle, the necromancers managed to stabilize their position by using skeletons as shields, and immediately tried to use their weak bodies to command the puppet mages to launch a retaliatory attack on a section of the castle wall... or a tentative attack. However, this time they were even more disappointed. Not only did their attack not cause much damage to the protective shield on the wall, but it even attracted more fierce retaliatory magic attacks...
"Look, the undead are beginning to retreat. Those evil undead have been defeated by us... We won..." Just as I was cowering on the platform above the castle, studying the magical knowledge that was forced into my brain, the cheers from the city wall immediately caught my attention.
When he ran to the edge of the platform, he saw the necromancers retreating rapidly in a gray-white ocean hundreds of meters away, with no intention of even retrieving the half-broken skeletons.
"Damn it, they just ran away like that? I haven't fought enough! Why are they running away? It would be nice to die here... I can just stuff them all into the moat and bury them directly, saving me the trouble..." Looking at the undead army going away, I was excited and kept bragging. To be honest, if they keep insisting like this, they may not necessarily capture the castle, but they will inevitably enter it. It's hard to say what kind of losses we will suffer by then.
"Come here, use reconnaissance magic to keep an eye on them for 24 hours, so as not to be attacked by them... After all, we have too few melee troops. If we get into a melee, the losses we will suffer will be extremely terrible." Looking at the undead troops going away, I was thinking about when we would be attacked by them again. After all, after tonight, hundreds of thousands of melee infantry and more than 20,000 magician troops of the continental coalition will arrive. At that time, as long as there are no major problems, then destroying the undead troops will be a foregone conclusion...
With full confidence, I raised the telescope to observe the army of undead that had retreated several kilometers away. Although the observation distance of the detection magic in this world is longer than that of my golf telescope, it is much better than detection magic in terms of clarity and intuitiveness. Therefore, I usually use the telescope as my clairvoyance as much as possible.
"Sir, those hordes of undead have retreated. The mages in charge of reconnaissance have just sent me their observations. You see, they are all in this position, and according to what those mages said, those undead mages seem to be performing some kind of ritual. However, due to the long distance and the observation through long-distance refraction, it is still unknown what they are doing. But what is certain is that they are definitely not doing anything good..." Seeing how concerned I was when observing the retreat of the undead troops, several senior magicians immediately delivered the latest observations from my independent intelligence department after watching the undead troops disappear from their sight.
"It's certain that they will do bad things, but we don't know how they will do it... They can't possibly conjure up millions of undead spirits out of thin air, right? Or they can take our lives out of thin air! But that's really ridiculous... Maybe, maybe they are praying to some evil god, asking him to grant them power or something... Can they really pray to someone to grant them a hundred or eighty powers..."
Suddenly, my cheerful expression was frightened by my own assumption and my face froze. I bit my lips tightly when I uttered the last word, not daring to utter a single syllable, as if once I uttered this word, everything I had experienced in this strange world would become a bubble, and I would suddenly find myself tied up in a cave inhabited by cannibals. . . . .
"Come here, immediately send someone to investigate what those necromancers are doing. No matter what, the investigation report must be sent back to me, it must be sent back, it must... By the way, send out multiple teams to investigate, each team consists of a mage and a warrior, and they must send the news back to me before they die..." Out of fear of the unknown, after I came up with this idea, I immediately shouted and dispatched a large number of reconnaissance teams to investigate the situation. If... If by any chance this news is true, then... then our current situation will become extremely passive, and if things go wrong, we may even be wiped out.
I stared at the hundreds of scouts being sent out of the castle by the wind wizards. I stared at them without saying a word, silently praying that my suspicion was unnecessary. After all, I never thought that those low-powered necromancers would be able to complete such a terrible ritual.
"Sir, you don't need to be so nervous, right? After all, we have repelled the undead army once, so if they come again, we can continue to repel them a second time, a third time..."
"Really? We can defeat them a second time... a third time... God... what did I see? A string of black magic balls... Get ready, everyone get ready... The 20,000 reserve magician troops immediately go to the top platform of the castle, all light magicians immediately adjust your positions, everyone gather on the second floor of the tower. Now, the moment that will decide our survival has arrived, fight for your life!"
Looking at the endless black fireballs appearing in the sky, I can almost feel the terrifying aura emanating from that monster. Now, I can only pray that I will not become a victim of those terrifying creatures. . . . . . (To be continued)