The mutation occurred on the second day of entering the frost and fog season.
At first, there were only weak skeletons wandering outside the town, but then the number of undead gradually increased, and even skeleton warriors with weapons were mixed in, and some townspeople were injured if they were not careful.
Because the incident suddenly disrupted the plan, Angra had to stop other work and try her best to strengthen the fortifications around the town.
It's a pity that after the skeleton mage appeared a few days ago, the crude fortifications gradually lost their effectiveness: often a single fireball can blow up the earthen walls that the townspeople spent a whole day building.
If it weren't for the relatively small number of skeleton mages, and a few courageous and skilled hunters in the town risked their lives and ran out to take the lead in killing the skeleton mage who threatened the town the most, the town would have fallen that day.
But even so, the situation in the town is deteriorating day by day, and now the townspeople have no choice but to abandon the outer walls and retreat into the town, relying on the recently built residential complex as the center for defense.
After all, compared to other houses in the town that had been in disrepair for a long time, although these newly built houses were made of wood, they were unexpectedly strong.
It is precisely because of the existence of these seemingly indestructible dwellings, and the "reinforcements" that Angra has repeatedly mentioned from the beginning, that the morale of the townspeople has not collapsed until now, and has remained at a level where they can still resist.
"That being said, it's almost reached the limit..."
Angra, who was the only one who could see the durability of the house, stayed in the most central residential house, scratching the back of her head with some irritability.
Although all the dwellings still look intact, in fact, only a thin layer of blood is left on the original long durable strips, which are already crumbling.
And because the lord game system does not provide weapons, the townspeople use farm tools to fight the undead, except for some basic hunter equipment.
When the battle enters the quagmire of the current war of attrition, the weapon reserves are almost exhausted. After all, the reality is different from the game. After cutting two or three enemies, the inferior iron will curl the blade, and the hunter's arrows can be recycled and reused. There are very few of them, and most of the weapons are almost useless after a battle.
If there is anything worse than this situation, it is that since the skeleton shooter appeared among the undead yesterday, townspeople have been sacrificed one after another.
Although the three deceased were all old people who were too old to dodge the arrows, it must be known that the population of the entire town was only 29 people in total, which was one-tenth less!
The door was opened roughly from the outside, which startled Angela who was still in deep thought.
Vera came in from the door. She brushed off the snowflakes from the animal fur hat, and asked impatiently as soon as she entered the door: "My lord, when will the reinforcements you mentioned arrive? Everyone is almost unable to hold on!"
Angra thought that if I knew, I would have spoken out to boost morale.
But on the bright side, he definitely couldn't say such a thing, otherwise, the morale of the townspeople who had little left would plummet and collapse.
"Don't worry, the reinforcements are coming soon, now you just need to try your best to hold on here." Angela replied.
Naturally, Vera's suspicious gaze responded to him.
Angra sighed unobtrusively, and stood up from the chair: "It's completely pointless to lie to you at this time, isn't it? Well, I will also participate in the next defense, so you should be able to rest assured right?"
Vera still had a suspicious expression on her face, but the girl nodded stiffly, and then walked out of the room first.
As soon as she left the safe residence, Angra felt an indescribable sense of tension.
To be honest, the undead's attack is not violent. Compared with the war between humans, the undead battle is much more leisurely. The residents behind the simple defense line piled up with wooden boxes even have time to drink a bowl Rather than attacking, the undead souls of the steaming wheat porridge just wandered around, and only started to attack after sensing the breath of living beings.
It is also because of this that if you want to break out when you are surrounded by undead, you will attract more undead's attention. Once you are surrounded by a large number of skeletons, even Krum, the best hunter in the town, will escape. not drop.
Angela is very clear that this kind of defense seems so easy that even ordinary civilians can resist it, but in fact, because the undead don't get tired and don't sleep, it can be said that they are attacking the defense line 24 hours a day, Although this kind of attack is not strong, it will continue to destroy the spirit and will of the defenders, and eventually make them mentally exhausted and even collapse...
Having said that, until there is no better way, Angela and the others can only continue to resist the attacks from the undead.
"We must have been deceived by this nobleman!" Another day later, the rational string in a young hunter's mind was finally snapped. His unrested eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed at Angra with a machete full of gaps. : "There are no reinforcements at all! We will all die here! Everything is over!"
After speaking, with a look of despair and madness on his face, he swung the machete that was originally used to chop vines in the forest, and slashed towards Angra.
Angra, who had finally defeated a skeleton warrior, was in a semi-stretched state, unable to dodge the opponent's sudden attack at all.
Ruined.
Unexpectedly, I did not die at the hands of the undead, but at the hands of my own people. Such an idea popped up in Angra's mind, and she found it quite ironic.
However, at this moment, Vera, who was also very tired, stood up, helped Angra block the blow, and kicked the young hunter to the ground.
"Save your strength to chop the undead, get out if you don't want to live!"
"But Sister Vera... the town is surrounded by skeletons, and it is impossible for reinforcements to pass through these skeletons to save us!" The young hunter cried with a distorted expression, "It must be this nobleman! It must be him The undead brought it over!"
"Idiot, why did I bring the undead here? Did I kill myself?"
Angra muttered in a voice that the other party could just hear.
Vera glanced at him, then turned her head and said to the hunter: "At this point, all we can do is to believe in the existence of reinforcements."
At this moment, the townspeople guarding the other direction suddenly shouted: "Skeleton Knight, it's the Skeleton Knight!"
Angela and Vera responded in unison and ran in that direction.
Then they saw not far away, a fully armed skeleton knight riding a huge bone horse with armor all over its body, and blue flames burning in its mane and eyes, just like a steamroller. It easily smashed the old houses in the town to pieces, and rushed towards these few houses in the center of the town.
Immediately, Angra couldn't stop breaking out in a cold sweat. Judging from the current durability of the dwellings, being hit by this thing is probably useless!
He couldn't help thinking in his heart, this is really the end...