Grove Compton is the chief of the border guards of the Silver Eagle Principality in the Northland, and he is responsible for leading more than a dozen border guards under his command to guard the border near Sotimi.
In fact, he was born at the Valla National Knight Academy, and his father was also a baron.
Even if Grove, the second son, could not inherit his father's title, he could at least become a small officer in the White Feather Guards, and slowly accumulate his merits until he became a nobleman.
But not long after Grove graduated and became an apprentice knight, his family was on the wrong side in the political struggle of the empire, and after losing power in the backing, they were retaliated by political enemies, and the whole family suffered a severe decline.
Grove was naturally also within the scope of retaliation. Not only was he dismissed from his originally reserved position as a White Feather Guard, but he was kicked out of the Royal Army directly and degraded to the remote and barbaric Northland.
If the uncrowned king of the Northland, Duke Panlein, hadn't given him a hand to make Grove the chief of the frontier garrison because of his nostalgia for the past, I'm afraid he would have been wasting his time at the bottom of the army until now.
It was also this gratitude to the Duke of Panglein that made Grove one of the few chiefs of the border guards in Sotimi who had not been frightened by the zombie riot and led his subordinates to retreat.
Even though the station had been destroyed by the zombies, he still led his subordinates to resist the attack of the zombies, and tried his best to pin the main force of the zombies to this generation and prevent them from going to Tunaia.
In fact, at the beginning, Sotimi's zombie riot did not attract much attention. After all, there is the famous Valley of the Undead in the Northland, which can be said to be the place with the largest number of undead in the Valla Empire.
Even though Sotimi is quite far from the Valley of the Dead in Vain, it is not impossible for a group of zombies from the Valley of the Dead in Vain to come here inexplicably.
After all, the undead don't need to eat, and they don't have self-awareness. The lower-level undead often act in groups by instinct. It's normal to come to Sotimi by some coincidence.
The chiefs of the border guards didn't pay attention to them at all, but just sent some troops randomly to clean them up.
As a result, the troops sent to exterminate the undead just disappeared forever.
Realizing that something might be wrong, the guards stationed on the border immediately sent someone to report to Tunaia. At the same time, they worked hard to resist the increasing number of zombie monsters.
After fighting those zombie monsters, the border guards realized that their enemies this time were different from the weak undead in the past. They had greater strength and tougher bodies. It would be difficult to stop them without beheading or blowing their heads. action.
And once killed or injured by them, even his best comrades-in-arms would turn into such monsters after a while, standing up and attacking him.
In the absence of widespread popularization of thermal weapons and the absence of magicians accompanying the army, soldiers could only step forward and fight the enemy hand-to-hand. The restriction that they could not be injured obviously made them feel restrained, and they did not give full play to the advantages that soldiers should have.
Even if the Crusaders of the Chongbai Church arrived, they could not restore the decline of the guards stationed on the border.
With the casualties of more soldiers and the further expansion of the number of enemies, many garrison chiefs finally wavered and began to try to retreat.
It's a pity that zombies are best at swarming up and killing prey that have no fighting spirit. Many retreating guards died in the zombie tide faster than those who did not retreat...
Originally, Grove thought that he would be like his subordinates, who would eventually be surrounded by zombies, torn to pieces and devoured, not even a complete body left.
However, just yesterday, he unexpectedly encountered a turning point.
At that time, Grove had completely run out of ammunition and food, and there were zombies that were more ferocious than hungry wolves everywhere. He was basically in a desperate situation.
But just when a zombie found his trail and was about to kill him, a group of strange people suddenly appeared.
They wear gaudy, useless equipment no matter how you look at it—some girls’ equipment reveals a lot of skin, which looks like a swimsuit and has no defense at all—holding a variety of weapons, some of which are even more funny It surprised Grove: Why would someone carry a big salted fish? Why is that salted fish so hard that it can blow the head of a zombie dog
Well, although these people looked very strange, even to the point where Grove thought 'they must not be fools', but after getting in touch with them for a while, Grove found that these people were surprisingly reliable.
They efficiently wiped out the zombies coming from all directions, and they were not discouraged even when they were temporarily unable to fight against them, and even seemed a little happy.
After Grove was rescued by them, he was taken to a temporary station, where Grove met many other rescued guards.
Those who call themselves 'players' also brought a lot of supplies, including not only potions that can quickly heal injuries like holy water, potions that can refresh people's spirits like refreshing herbs, and even potions that can relieve zombie toxins. Potion!
And they're all very tasty!
Thanks to these 'players', the frontier guards survived so many people.
In addition to the battle, the 'players' can even say such inexplicable words as "Gah, why is there a system set meal in the rest point prize pool?" , take out all kinds of food from nowhere.
Although they all looked a bit disgusted with these foods, Grove and the other frontier guards ate very happily... It is already a luxury to be able to eat enough in this kind of fierce battle, not to mention the delicious taste , Comparable to the dishes made by a chef.
Grove knew very well that it was all thanks to these 'players' that the front line could last until now.
But even so, as long as you are still a human being, your spirit has its limits. After a day and a night of almost endless battles, those 'players' have already shown signs of exhaustion visible to the naked eye.
On the other hand, the undead have no worries in this regard at all.
It's impossible to go on like this. Grove knew in his heart how urgent the situation was, but he couldn't do anything about it.
At this moment, there were surprise shouts from other frontier guards from behind: "Reinforcements! We have reinforcements! They also look like 'players'!"
Grove couldn't help being surprised when he heard this.
He just wanted to share his feeling of relief with the 'player' who took good care of him, but found that the player's brows were tightly frowned, his expression was terrified, and his expression was in disbelief.
Before Grove could ask him what happened, the player had already shouted.
"Fuck, they beat the big dragon and came to grab our heads again!"