An hour later, Chuck's brigade finally eliminated all enemies, and the soldiers began to clean the battlefield and bid farewell to their fallen comrades.
"The loss is not big." The captain looked at the report card compiled by the adjutant and said to the soldiers watching.
"Captain, what's going on with these people... these things?" Chuck asked, looking at the pile of corpses piled up like a hill in front of him.
"I don't know either." The captain shrugged: "In the past few days, I have been hearing those southern refugees say that there is a wave of corpses over there. I'm afraid this is what they are talking about."
"Can such a small amount of waste be called a corpse tide? Southerners are really less courageous than sesame seeds!" Chuck's comrades spat at the pile of corpses.
"But I always feel weird." Chuck muttered.
"Chuck, what do you think?" the captain asked curiously. This soldier had been with him for many years, so the captain knew him very well. He knew that this Chuck originally wanted to be a mage, but due to his limited talent, he had no choice but to start practicing fighting spirit and became a good low-level warrior. However, his interest in magic has not diminished over the years, and he usually studies these things. Sometimes the mage accompanying the team may not have more magic knowledge than he does. Besides, those mage grandpas just finished the battle and went back to sleep. Asking Chuck at this time is the best choice.
"These corpses die too easily." Chuck said, "If my guess is correct, these things are the undead creatures that the mages call them."
"So what?"
"Strictly speaking, undead creatures are not living things, because they do not have the most basic life cycle of living things. They..." Chuck scratched his head and said: "They are like dead things that can move."
"It's all in vain." The comrade rolled his eyes.
"What I mean is." Chuck said: "An attack that can kill normal creatures, such as destroying the heart, is useless against undead creatures, because they do not need a heart to maintain their life cycle. It is said that an undead creature can be killed Even if it is cut in half, it can still survive for a long time. But today, these undead creatures have not shown such terrifying vitality."
"Guards!" When the captain heard this, his expression became more solemn. He said to the guards: "Bring some fuel immediately. Leave two or three corpses in this pile and burn all the others!"
Chuck heard the captain's order, and Chuck nodded. But he still continued: "In addition to this, undead creatures, no, there is another characteristic of necromancy that needs to be paid attention to."
"What characteristics?"
"Necromantic spells are always related to plague, and this spell also has the same characteristics as plague. That is, it is highly contagious and transmissible." Chuck said: "Some necromancy spells will only be used in A small ulcerating wound is left on a person's body, but a few days later, that person will die because of the ulceration all over the body, and his body can even continue to spread the ulceration to other people. We also need this Notice."
"That is to say..."
Several people present couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when they heard Chuck's words. But before they could fully understand it, shrill screams rang out one after another from inside the military camp.
Everyone heard the sound and rushed over, only to see a few wounded men waving their weapons like crazy. Beside them, several doctors responsible for treatment were already dead on the spot.
Several soldiers rushed forward and took the opportunity to subdue their crazy comrades, but those guys were still twisting tirelessly, trying to break free.
"This..." The captain was extremely shocked when he saw his subordinates turning into this.
Chuck carefully observed the crazy brothers, and his eyes dimmed instantly: "Captain, they are dead..."
"How is it possible..." The captain couldn't believe it.
But just when the captain was having a hard time making a choice, the doctors who were lying on the ground stood up tremblingly. They stretched out their bloody hands and rushed towards the other soldiers. In the center of the camp, the pile of corpses that were about to be burned also caused commotion again. The corpses that were motionless just now got up again, and some of them without legs moved forward with their hands on the ground.
Once again the camp was in turmoil.
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Two hours later, the commotion finally subsided. Compared with the last battle, the losses in this battle were quite heavy. Many warriors died at the hands of their companions - they couldn't bear to attack those companions they had been with day and night, and were killed by the undead before they hesitated. And after they died, they turned into new undead spirits and continued to kill their companions, in a vicious cycle.
"Half of them were killed..." The captain took a deep breath after seeing the new casualty statistics. This is only the number of casualties on the surface. There are still some brothers injured by the undead. Will something strange happen in the future? It’s hard to say what has changed.
"Boss..." Several squadron captains and squadron captains gathered around the captain.
"It seems there is something really weird within the Stoke Empire." The captain murmured to himself.
In fact, Regnar had received rumors about the death wave in the Stoke Empire nearly a month ago, but the entire empire's top officials were skeptical about this, so they did not publicize the matter too much. When their brigade was dispatched as the vanguard, their main task was to explore the internal reality of the Stoke Empire. It's just that the march of the brigade in the past month has been so smooth that the captain himself has almost forgotten their mission - they are not competing with other brigade to see who can stand on the wall of the thousand-year-old capital first, but to detect Stowe. Whether the various and bizarre rumors emerging from within the Ke Empire are true.
"Report everything today. At the same time, the march has been slowed down recently, and the scout alert range around the camp has been expanded again. I am informing all brothers that you must not be lenient with these zombies. Only by cutting off their heads will they be completely immobile. ." The captain ordered the adjutant.
"Boss..." a squad leader called again.
"Also, send a few brothers to send two or three walking corpse specimens back for the empire to study." The captain thought for a while and then said: "Are there believers in the god Pelor in the team? If so, call them Come to me, light is the best way to deal with the undead, maybe they can have some ideas, let Chuck and the two master mages come together."
"Boss!" the squad leader shouted again.
"I'm giving an order!" the captain shouted.
"Look at the top of the mountain over there." The team leader pointed to the cliff not far from the camp.
Several people raised their heads and looked up. With the help of the bright moonlight, they immediately spotted the trembling figure standing on the top of the mountain. First one, then two, three, five, ten, a hundred...
In just half a minute, countless figures have appeared in the valley around the camp. The captain and the others prayed that they were just Stoke civilians passing by, even if they were soldiers of the Stoke Empire, at least they were alive. . However, their hopes were shattered as several figures fell down due to crowding. It was a walking corpse. Even after falling from a cliff dozens of meters high, it still crawled tirelessly towards the camp.
The captain and several other people came down in cold sweat, and then the sound of chirping came to mind again in the silent valley.
They looked toward the south of the valley following the sound, and a zombie dragging a huge ax slowly appeared in their field of vision. And obviously, it is just a vanguard army. Because the sound of rustling in the valley gradually became louder and noisier. It sounded... like the sound left by tens of thousands of people walking staggeringly!
Next, countless zombies appeared in front of the camp. Their clothes were in rags and their bodies were rotten. Some were wearing Stoke Empire military uniforms, some were civilians, some were wearing noble runners, and there were even corpses wearing mage robes! But at this time, they all had expressionless faces and silently moved towards the camp.
Corpse tide, this is the real corpse tide! There are so many zombies that you can’t count them!
"Get ready to fight!!!" This was the captain's last cry in the valley.