The rapier pierced the eyebrows of the skull with a sound, and the last zombies lost their strength and fell to the ground with a crash. The female mercenary regiment with long fiery red hair held a sword in one hand, panting and staring at her surroundings. The emerald green eyes reflected the bones and the corpses of the mercenary. The battle was over, and although the cost was heavy, the attacker was finally repelled.
Uta let out a sigh, and put the rapier into the scabbard wrapped in black leather.
"Head!" The shout came from behind. She turned her head and saw a young man running quickly out of the crowd.
The female mercenary watched the young man running to her, but she reached out and interrupted the other person: "Needless to say, leave someone to take care of the injured brother. The other people continue to move forward with me. Enough time has been wasted. , You must first control the west gate before the undead army arrives!"
"Wait!" The boy stopped breathlessly.
"What?" Uta frowned.
"It's too late," the boy said loudly: "When we were fighting with those monsters before, the'rats' saw the magic beacons sent out from the south. The leader, it's too late. The undead has already arrived. We are now in the past. , What you can only face is the uncountable army of undead—"
The head of the female mercenary stopped and looked at him: "What else did the'mouse' say?"
"'Mouse' said, our only choice now is to give up immediately. We broke through to the north, left Fir City, the undead came in, and we all will die here."
"We're leaving, what about the others?"
"My lord, we are here, can we change anything?" the boy anxiously said.
"Asshole!" The head of the mercenary punched the wall: "Let our people prepare on the spot, let the three teams of owl, gray wolf and brown bear lead people along the three nearby streets! Since there is no way to stop them Enter Fir City, we stop them nearby!"
"Head, you are crazy!" The man shouted: "We have fewer than three hundred people. There are thousands of bones. We can't stop them without relying on the city wall!"
The female team leader pressed her chest and gritted her teeth and said: "If you can't stop, you have to stop, do you want me to break my promise!"
"Head..." The young man was slightly startled.
"Hurry up?"
"But, is it worth it for a nobleman?" The young man couldn't help taking a deep breath: "That young man is also a nobleman. He is willing to help us because he and Grudin are in conflict. After all, they Still a group of people. Why should we fight for people like them—"
The visitor gritted his teeth and yelled at her: "My lord, your sister, and your parents, all died in the hands of those damn nobles! Most of my brothers have the same experience. Everyone, everyone respects you, lord. , We just came together! Why do we die here for that kind of person? Let them go to the dog to bite the dog!"
Uta suffocated.
She sighed and raised her head to say something. But at this time, there was a loud bang in the direction of Fir Castle. Everyone turned their heads and saw a beam of white light suddenly rose up into the sky in the deep darkness in that direction—the magic beacon!
The pure white beam of light pierced into the night sky, as if cutting through the dark world. The light looked so pure and immaculate under the deep background, as if it were the first tears of mother Martha in the darkness in the epic of the creation of the Cruz people.
That is the first light that depicts the birth of the world.
Light is born out of darkness, giving wisdom, sublime and spirit to all things—
that moment.
Uta and her assistant raised their heads dullly at that moment, their eyes reflecting the brilliance in the darkness. They watched as the light rose to the highest point, exploded, and then transformed into a message text commonly used in the army.
The words gleamed in the night sky and never disappeared for a long time. The red-haired head of the mercenary raised his face, and there was a deepest flash of light in his green eyes:
"Grudin is dead—"
She said faintly: "Lord Lord asked us to reply immediately."
"Lord... Your lord?" The boy looked at her in surprise.
Yuta lowered his head and smiled at the young man: "That guy in Karencia dared to choose such a path, why didn't I dare? Grudin is dead, and the young nobleman gave me an answer. From now on, He is the one I follow." But she shook her head with a slight smile: "But unfortunately, the time is too short."
"But… "
"No, but can we reply?" Uta asked.
The boy shook his head: "Those corpse witches used black magic to silence the whole street. Except for the light and dark elements, other elements can't enter at all now. But there are no wizards and no sacrifices in our regiment, the strongest element. The envoy is only black iron strength, and now he can't cast any spells at all!"
"Where is the signal arrow?"
"'Mouse' said, that thing is also ignited by elements."
Uta gritted her teeth, and looked at the other side of the street with a heavy gaze: "Then use our own methods to buy the lord a little time."
"Head?"
But the woman's face had become serious, she was silent for a while, raised her head, turned around, and drew out the rapier and waved it to the right: "Everyone has it, listen to me!"
"Someone gave us an answer with a noble action, but now we have failed to say anything. Fortunately, we can at least remedy it. So now I order you to move forward and at least drag those damn bones here— Or, let them step on our bodies!"
There was a moment of silence on the street, only Uta's solemn order echoed for a long time. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the head of the lord subconsciously.
"Answer me, there are no cowards among my people."
"No cowards!" The mercenaries raised their weapons.
The young man stared at Youta blankly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was cut off by the head of the mercenary who had turned around: "No need to say, you know that once I give the order, I will never change it easily! "
"But the leader, why bother for a nobleman..."
Uta smiled softly.
She lowered her head and patted the boy’s face: "I know nobles better than you, little guy. If that young man is really noble, he won’t kill Grudin. This is the rule between them. For hundreds of years, no one will break—"
She raised her head and looked at the deep night.
"But no matter who he is, at least from this moment on, my transaction with him will be a dead end."
The boy stayed for a while.
…
At the South Gate, fierce fighting continued. Under the supervision of the head of the Firefighter regiment, the mercenaries used almost lossless means to repeatedly seesaw with the skeleton army that kept the same rhythm and surged up like a tide.
The war in the dark seemed endless, and everyone couldn't help feeling exhausted; looking around, there were pieces of connected bones—humans and undead exchanged losses, and corpses piled up like mountains, but the painful price was also At most, the battle line is maintained above the ruins.
Fortunately, the breach in the city wall was only a section of ten meters long, and most mercenaries with the strength of the Black Iron level could barely block the undead army that was a hundred times more numerous than them. In fact, the mercenaries also understand this, so they would rather pay ten times their blood to replenish fortifications on a section of the wall breach.
It can hardly be called a battle, it is simply ground meat that lacks tactical beauty.
The commander on both sides is a cold death god, silently filling more lives into the ten-meter-long battlefield of flesh and blood. It's just that for the Madara side, the corpses can push those skeleton frames that are awakened by the faint soul fire to the center of the table like a lot of worthless chips.
For this, it is precisely the point that makes human beings feel the most chilling.
"The crossbowman is in place—"
"Change into a blunt-headed arrow—"
At this time, the heads of individual mercenary groups acted as heralds. They watched the warriors who had experienced battles unscrew the corks of the bottles with holy water, and pour the water on the bundles of arrows. , Couldn't help but feel a little heartache, in ordinary battles, they rarely use these consumables so extravagantly.
The soldiers raised their four-armed crossbows, aiming, and shooting.
Then there was a sharp long cry, as if an invisible wall swept the rows of skeletons below, and the bone rack fell down without warning, and immediately turned into fly ash in the white light.
Fern stepped on a pile of bones with one foot, he carried the sword with one hand on his shoulder, and he had just filled up his second team indifferently to replace the exhausted first team. Then he ordered a small mercenary group to lift the wounded people down from the city. To him, the battle seemed endless, just like the battles he had experienced in Karasu in the past.
Fern commanded calmly, he knew how much Madara and himself could do.
But he also turned his head at this moment, looking up at the flash of light in the dark sky. There was a bright light in his eyes, and he smiled: "The nobleman kills the nobleman, and it is worth the fare. But this is the first time I have seen them use methods other than conspiracy, poison and assassination. The young man still It's barbaric."
"Those nobles can't do anything." His deputy replied aside.
Fern glanced at him.
"You don't understand," he said. Then he asked: "How long is there."
"Half an hour." The deputy replied immediately.
Fern waved his hand: "Go, raise our battle flag a little bit higher. To fight back this attack, they are about to change the corpse witch, the guy gave me an answer, and I will give him an answer now. "
"Dawn..." The chief of the firefighter group looked at the horizon: "It's coming soon."
The deputy was taken aback for a moment.
But Fern smiled slightly: "This can be considered as the first order of that guy. The boss has orders, of course we must act according to orders."
"Boss?"
"Just think so." Fern glanced back at the battlefield.
…