The race of "undead" cannot "reproduction". After all, no matter how much a guy has decayed his body does, he will not be able to give birth to a child. So how can he maintain the population of the undead? The answer is very simple, "transform" dead humans.

There are two types of transformations of necromancers: one is "corpse transformation", that is, turning the corpse into a zombie with low IQ and only obeying orders; the other is "awakening", casting the "awakening seed" and waiting for it to awaken.

Become a fellow tribe...that is, a soul with self-consciousness.

The time of "awakening" is long or short, and the shorter it means that the awakened undead talent is stronger.

Simon, the necromancer who led his team to attack Sora's post, took 127 years to awaken as a dead soul. In a sense, his talent should be considered to be at the middle and upper level. Now that he has advanced to level 10, he is enough to be called

"Strong faction" mage, and among the six mages under Baron Belom, he is also the strongest one.

Simon, who was practicing the "summoning system" and "puppet show", easily captured Sora's post before noon arrived.

The troops he led and manipulated included 40 undead, 3 puppets and more than 180 summoned zombies and skeletons. After the battle began, Simon asked three earth puppets to build a ladder, cooperating with necromancer spells and soldiers.

Our impact directly broke the defense of the post - because Hanks took away almost most of the combat power, the dozens of logistics soldiers who stayed at the post were powerless to fight back and were slaughtered at the first time, by the way...

For the zombies.

At this time, the Sora sentry was filled with blood. The undead soldiers holding weapons were patrolling the hood. The shaking zombies were sharing the broken corpses on the ground... In fact, they didn't need food, "eating corpses"

It's just their instinct.

Looking at the original school ground full of corpses, Master Simon was a little dissatisfied. He turned his head to the undead servant beside him and arranged: "Let me clean up the place, and Lord Baron will arrive here in the evening. I don't want to

Let the adults see what dirty things are here.”

"Yes, sir."

After the soldiers took the order, Simon turned to another servant and ordered: "Let the soldiers on the mail tower stare carefully. When Carl comes back, hello to me... How about this guy chasing a few deserters?

It's still so hard."

Simon naturally would not have thought that his friend Carl had been shot by Roddy with a shot. At this time, the undead soldiers in the entire post were still excited to win the battle. When the soldiers who counted the baggage came to report the harvest in the warehouse,

Simon was even more happy and was full of expectations for the Baron's reward.

It was already past noon, the sun was covered by dark clouds, and it seemed that it was snowing again in the sky.

*******

"Although this hat is a bit ugly, you must bring it with you when fighting."

In the woods seven kilometers away, Roddy was whispering to Akasha, "Take those scrolls out and use them when they should be used, don't hesitate, it doesn't matter if Ika and Mason see it... Don't worry about death

I will give them a 'reasonable' explanation of the influence of spiritual spells."

The following words were naturally whispered, because the two priests were closing their eyes in the distance. Roddy wanted to say something, but when he turned his head, he found that Akasha's face was a little close to him, and immediately

I took a little step back awkwardly.

"That, that—"

"I understand, I will definitely listen to you."

Since the "confession incident", Akasha's attitude towards Roddy has changed a lot. Now she no longer dares to speak as she used to, but has become extremely calm and well-behaved, just Roddy's move just now.

After all, a hint of undetectable disappointment flashed through her eyes.

He was still restraining himself after all...

But he was obviously caring about me, which means he still cared about me.

Akasha was not anxious, and she was even prepared for the "protracted war". She thought about it, raised her hand and put the white priest hat that she had not worn before, and then deliberately tied it.

The strap is a little crooked, and he lowered his eyes and asked, "Is this OK?"

"Uh... it's a bit crooked here." Roddy pointed, and saw Akasha's face was puzzled. He had to step closer and reach out to help her tie the strap again-at this distance, Roddy felt in his nose.

It was full of the faint fragrance of Akasha, which was like a strange force, soft and intoxicating...

Hmm, what are you thinking about?

Now the team is resting and ready to go to the battlefield again. What you should consider is how to reduce the possible losses of the team--

"Roddy."

Just thinking about it in his mind, Akasha suddenly called out his name.

"kindness?"

He tied the laces, lowered his arms, looked down, and looked at Akasha's eyes-

"That kind of choice is difficult," Akasha looked at Roddy, with a serious tone with a little admiration, "Choose to save them...You must be under great pressure. But no matter what happens next, I will support you

Doing this, I think you did the right thing, and…I am proud to follow you.”

She took a deep breath, as if she had exhausted all her strength when she said this, and her eyes were still looking down: "I, I'll go over there to see the wounded..."

After saying that, she ran away with her chest covering her chest, but she didn't know that her cheeks were already flushed.

Rodie stood there and looked at her back in a daze, then his expression became much softer: Although he had only said a few words, the pressure in his heart would be much slower after all, for him

, This may be more comforting than the "zero death" record.

"Her hat is not good-looking."

Nata appeared silently next to her, and rarely complained about Akasha, which surprised Roddy, but he said seriously: "If you don't have to wear it, you

Yes, although that leather hat looks ugly, it is made of 'fire thorn iguana' after all, and it must be worn when you go to the battlefield."

Nata turned her head, seemingly reluctant.

Roddy's own "Beast Controller Head Ring" is quite reasonable, but Nata's lower-level leather armor helmet is not beautiful enough after all. This may be the only flaw of the entire set of leather armor-but Roddy is a "practical player"

", if you can make yourself have two more attributes, you will never care how ugly the equipment is.

"There is no room for negotiation. I will take it with me now. The team will set off soon."

"kindness."

In a cold response, Nata reached out to put on the leather helmet - Roddy glanced at it and pointed to her chin helplessly: "It's tied there, click here."

"help me."

"ah?"

Roddy even wondered if she had heard it wrong, turned her head and looked at Nata, but found that she was still looking at her expressionlessly...

"I have something to do with myself!"

Roddy refused without hesitation, and even felt a little unreasonable - Nata was so stubborn and independent in the past, and she never asked anyone to help her, but...what happened today?

He obviously wouldn't notice Nata's slightly resentful eyes at this time, otherwise Roddy would have to pinch his thigh to confirm whether there was an hallucination.

The soldiers in the camp were trying to recover their strength because they all knew that the "rest" at this time was only temporary. According to the plan, the team set off for Sora's post in two hours.

"Take away all the things that should be uninstalled and get them ready as soon as possible."

The entourages had cut a lot of wood to make simple ladders. Hanks and Soderol were discussing the feasibility of attacking from all angles. The tense atmosphere was always tense, and everyone understood...their current situation was not

wonderful.

And Roddy knew better that he was racing against time.

"Frost Baron" Bellom is the boss of the epic mission. Roddy understands that his strength may not be able to compete with the other party, so he must capture it before the other party arrives at the post!

This is a time difference. If you go one step later, then the Sora post guarded by Bellom will not be able to take over by his soldiers...

*******

At the same moment, behind a low slope six kilometers away from Sora's guard post, Zoro, with a bandage on his body, was closing his eyes and meditating.

The blessing of witchcraft made him show his shocking combat power. He led the team to break through all fronts. The booking plan was almost successful, but he did not expect that he would fail because of the undead!

So many soldiers died and shed so much blood, but in the end she got nothing. This feeling of frustration lingers in the hearts of all the orcs, and there is nowhere to vent their anger...

Zoro knew he couldn't leave.

If he couldn't grab the food from Sora's post, how could he be willing to go back? Will he go back and watch his soldiers starve to death?!

Fortunately, most of Zoro's soldiers remained at this time: forty-seven wolf cavalry and thirty-four people had combat power, fifty in the infantry battle could be used. After the treatment of witchcraft, they

All of them have recovered 80% of their combat power and are able to launch an effective raid on the post.

But it's only once.

"I've been waiting for three months, and I can't wait any longer..."

Zoro slowly stood up, and he realized that he was now standing on the edge of the cliff - whether to cross the chasm or fall into the abyss, it was all about the battle that followed.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, he murmured to himself: "If there is no food to eat, I'm afraid we'll be done before the next snow comes."

"Mr. Witch Doctor..."

The orc next to him limped to Zoro, and raised the battle axe with some difficulty with his hands. The marks of polishing remained at the blade, and the dry blood seemed to have soaked into the metal.

It can't be worn out no matter how hard it is.

"Transfer my order..."

"Now we have a rest. Before dark, we attack the Sora post. This time - there is advancement but no retreat."

Zoro closed his eyes, his body was covered with blood and soil, but he was too lazy to wipe it off. Even if he had paid attention to these instruments and habits, he had to admit a fact in the face of the pressure of survival...
Chapter completed!