The light rain fell, but after tens of minutes, it turned into a heavy downpour. This is the weather that both the offensive and defensive sides are reluctant to encounter, but in general, the undead have the advantage.
For the siege party, the reinforcements that may arrive will come later, and the soldiers who siege the city will also be affected by the heavy rain, but in fact, the impact is not large.
For the defending side, it is undoubtedly more disgusting weather. If it rains so much, if the ordinary siege side should rest temporarily, after all, the weather is still a little cold now. If it rains, it will be violent again Even a strong man in his prime could not bear it when he was sweating and getting a little cold.
Even just the discomfort of the cold, lack of vision in the heavy rain took a toll on morale on the human side.
The most basic common sense of battlefield commanders is that they must march or fight in the wet and cold heavy rain unless it is a last resort. Otherwise, not only will the combat power at that time be severely reduced, but the post-war treatment will become very, very troublesome, and the overall combat power will also be greatly reduced. Greatly reduced.
Compared with the living beings restricted by the environment, the dead souls are much better.
The undead will not get sick. Although they will hate the heavy rain that wets their weapons and affects their vision, their actions will slow down, and they may even search for their washed away eyes and teeth in the ditch on the ground. , but will not be unable to fight because of heavy rain.
"Damn, how long will this rain last."
I'm not bothered by the fact that the war will be trapped. For me, as long as the final result is acceptable, the process is not important.
My strength and my subordinates are limited, and I do not intend to be an all-encompassing nanny. Since those contract warriors have the awareness of paying to gain, they naturally have to have the awareness to die in battle, and I have no plans to do so. Interfering more... But in fact, it is impossible to interfere. After all, there are countless battlefields in this world, and future wars will gradually escalate. After a certain period of time, even demigods can wholesale. If every point is considered, it will be exhausted. There is no way.
Since it is expected that this group of "children of planes" and "alternate warriors" will grow rapidly, they should not intervene too much. The real powerhouse must come through in life and death. Unless it is an inevitable ending, I will not. intend to intervene in this war.
And the reason why they came is because of Samantha and the others' entrustment, and the reason why they will start to reduce the strength of the undead is just because they want to do an experiment...
"Roland, do you know that men are ugly when they are arrogant..."
The spit of the dead cat was regarded as a deaf ear, and I wouldn't take the initiative to be the babysitter of Maotou. What bothers me now is that the heavy rain interrupted my experimental plan, which made me even more uncomfortable.
"… Is there a way to disperse the rain and fog?"
"No, I'm not an Arch Druid. They are good at manipulating the weather. Don't you have a Storm Eagle? Let him try."
Although the expected answer, it is still very disappointing.
As long as there is preparation, the mage is indeed omnipotent, but the premise is to have sufficient preparation, at least I know that the mage in the cloud tower has the ability to control the weather around the city, but it must be aided by auxiliary facilities and mage tower. Weather-related super-range spells are also a large category of forbidden spells, but at least demigods and enough chant time are required.
But Heloise is still only a gold-level mage (a familiar can't surpass the master), even if she has any means, she can't use it without basic strength, but it's rare to catch her pain, I won't let her go of.
"Cut, it's really useless. You mean Storm Eagle? Not to mention that he has already gone to the capital of Baier. Even if he is there, a legendary druid can't do anything about this situation."
"Hmph, it's not that you are useless to drag me down. Then, let the 'war' start in advance."
"Isn't that a premature baby? I also expect it to get enough soul nutrition in the war, veto!"
"...You should also have some means of changing the weather."
"Yes, it's still possible to turn a heavy rain into a blizzard. Maybe the goose feather snow in spring can still make headlines, but what will happen after that? Does it depend on who freezes to death first? I think among all species, there is no need to eat or drink. Painful undead will definitely win the race for survival."
Well, with one person and one cat staring at each other with big eyes, it has been determined, and it seems that there is no way to reverse the situation.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a thunderstorm sounded, but the strange thing was that the origin was on the ground, and a thunderstorm shot from the ground to the sky, penetrating the dark clouds.
"boom!"
After the continuous explosion, the thunder was overflowing, and the lightning flashed and thundered, but then, after the vibration of the distance, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and everything was calm.
This is obviously an unnatural result, but…
"Strange, that's not the camp of the undead? Some undead bosses drove out the dark clouds? They are looking for their own way of death."
…
Although it is the headquarters of the undead army, it is still only some temporary low-level psychic towers, and in the messy camp, there is a small two-story white house that is particularly attractive. Flowers and plants, and servants are serving.
Ince was patiently arranging the flowers and plants, and when Harlette still kept the spear-throwing posture, as if eager to try again, the real owner here broke in.
"Two adults! You are... "
Although he deliberately kept his tone calm, the old face of the ghoul was entangled together, and at this moment, he was really annoyed to the extreme.
It's no wonder why he was so angry. With a bad hand in his hand, he finally encountered a god-given opportunity, but it was directly destroyed by the people on his side. Even a saint would be angry and break his precepts, not to mention it was definitely not. The undead prince of good people.
But half of the hand he had drawn out was not because he didn't want to get angry, but because he had no choice but to be unable to beat him and not dare to offend him at all.
The two Titans are just incarnations of will, similar to the incarnations of gods, their power is limited, but the weakest is also the world's bottleneck demigod, not to mention Dawei Dawei, there is no sure victory for another undead emperor. If the tide of elements rises and the bottleneck is raised again, no one can tell how powerful the Titan will be and how much it can achieve on the main plane, except for those old guys from ancient times.
For the victory of this war, in order to gain the trust and favor of the undead emperors, he bet everything, and these days he is willing to pay any price to greet these two final "aces".
Tired of marching? Okay, let's carry it in a sedan chair. Do you think the undead smells bad? We grab a few humans to carry. What? Don't dirty men? Well, let's go catch the young woman.
Think the house is dirty? Well, alchemists and mages are dispatched, death knights are coolies, high-level earth-specialized lichs are masons, and hundreds of years old artists are chief designers. It has a warm pastoral style and a modern minimalist art style. It is simply a perfect work of art. Along with the bungalows, there is also a century-old housekeeper of a certain royal family, a team of banshee servants (possessed spirits), and a skeleton violinist (undead lord, the master of the art of the year). One for the gardener.
Think it's too noisy around? Okay, our army will step aside, and we will make room for you two, and we have specially built a circle of soundproof walls.
And lack of anger? Well, the undead army went out in full force, and finally caught a number of beasts (only one silver lion was left, which became Harlette's pet), and planted flowers and plants around the house, and did a good job of greening and cleaning... Are you talking about the evil undead? Where is this ace maid from
"Where is the foreign aid who asked for help? It's just two dads."
But at this point, David knew that even his father could only endure it. He had no way out, and behind him was the abyss.
"You, you... What do the two adults mean? Did Davy not take good care of him? Did the two adults feel dissatisfied?"
He tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and finally turned it into a calmer inquiry, but when he reached the last few words, he still couldn't hold back his tone, and the inquiry turned into a question, and his dissatisfaction was beyond words.
"flower."
"flower?"
"Sure enough, it's a stupid undead, what Brother Ince meant, the rain blocked the sun, and the flowers couldn't bloom."
“@#@#￥… &.”
If he had to use words to describe David's mood at the moment, he would probably have to use this string of garbled characters. At that moment, inexplicable grievances converged in his eyes, and it was too miserable for an undead king to be like this. , If he still has lacrimal glands, he must have cried.
He has vaguely seen his future. Perhaps, in the end, he can still be remembered in the annals of history, but not as the heir to Esso and the wise man he dreamed of, but as the stupidest undead king. Born from a low-level demon, he spent thousands of years struggling, but in the end, he only got this ending.
But Harlette walked over with a smile and patted the old goblin on the shoulder.
"We're also bored outside. It's time to leave. By the way, this house is left behind and dragged by two dragons. Maybe it will be used when we meet again next time..."
At this moment, all the facial features of the old demon were twisted together. He had never hated a person so much. He roared and cursed in the bottom of his heart, but he was also hesitating. Should he hold his thigh and beg the other party to stay? This is the last A lifesaver!
In the end, it seemed that he was playing too hard on the other party, and even that Ince couldn't stand it anymore.
"... Isn't it just a few little things? Before we leave, we will level the city."
"Brother Yinsi is soft-hearted, oh, lowly undead, if you still dare to deceive the descendants of the earth next time, let us be your thugs, maybe before destroying you and your legion, we will let you first taste what is called The wrath of the Titans will make you cry in hell for thousands of years."
The soft-spoken narration finally turned into a thunderous roar. In the midst of the thunder, the thunder giant returned to the world, and the thunder-filled pupils had already set their sights on the city of oak not far away.
"Little things, come and play with me."
At this time, the demon lord had already spread to the ground, and he couldn't bear the change from great sadness to great joy. At this time, he was lying on the ground like a ghoul of the same kind, sticking out his tongue and breathing. The image of wisdom accumulated over the years is destroyed.
The big man also has great wisdom. Compared with the Titans who have accumulated at least tens of thousands of years, the old undead can only be regarded as an amateur player. Only then did he know that the two Titans were teasing him from beginning to end. As a joke, the so-called undead closest to Esso is probably just a joke.
But seeing the super giant reaching the Tianzhu, in his mind, it is basically invincible absolute combat power, he is also slightly relieved.
"At least, it can destroy Oak Town, and I can send a message to the undead emperor."