Captain Achit lay in the grass, staring at the undead army passing under the hills.

"Captain! It's time for us to retreat! It's too dangerous here!" Sergeant Jones whispered beside him, "We'll be seen by them at any time!"

"Wait a little longer and see if they have anything special." Captain Achit was still staring at the undead passing by under the hills.

There are tiny ghouls running like monkeys. There are powerful hatreds made of countless human corpses. There are wise puppet skeleton soldiers, who only hold simple weapons in their hands. There are brainless zombies staggering forward.

These are all unconscious undead weapons, most of them are controlled by the necromancer to advance.

Through continuous battles with the undead, the soldiers gradually got used to the various types of troops in the undead.

They know which cannon fodder is and which needs their attention.

"They are probably tens of thousands, right?" Jones said with some concern, "Can we resist?"

Captain Achit looked down and hesitated, he replied, "I don't know. Fortunately, the commander wisely, evacuated all the soldiers along the way. Otherwise, the strongholds and camps along the way would be destroyed by them, and our brothers would become their members."

"But maybe, as long as you can hold on for a long time, the surrounding troops will come to support us quickly."

"Huh? Look at that, captain!" Jones pointed to the newly appeared chariots made of wood below. There was a huge transparent container on the chariot, with green and viscous flesh that kept shaking.

"What is this?!" Jones looked at him in confusion.

"Is this... a plague?" Captain Achit didn't know the origin of this thing. "Tell me how many of them are and go back and tell the commander!"

Plague cars followed one by one under the hill, heading towards Brell.

"There are eight vehicles in total!" Jones checked carefully. He saw some undead in robes appearing behind the undead team. "Then! There are many undead mages! There are self-willed undead! Oh, the holy light is on it! There are big bats? There are undeads on it!?"

"Don't move!" Captain Archit pressed Jones' head, and the two hurriedly lay in the grass, covering their bodies with thick layers of withered leaves. Then a group of huge bats passed over their heads and rushed towards Brill.

"We can't stay here! Let's go!" Captain Archit came out of the grass, "Briel is about to have a big battle!"

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On the jungle avenue leading to Briel, teams of disciplined Forsaken soldiers walked quietly in full arms. In the jungle around them, ghouls, brainless zombies, and puppet skeletons were covering their flanks.

Pharmacist Putres, as the supreme commander of this force, would be full of ambitions.

During this period, his manufacturing department created more than 20,000 puppet soldiers, all of which were brought out by him. At the same time, the demon Varimathas also supported him 10,000 elite soldiers of the Forgotten, as well as the necromancers who controlled the puppets, and their Forgotten Air Force.

While building the dungeon, the Forgotten found a group of giant mutant bats in a sewer affected by the alchemy room sewage. They regarded the place as their nests, living and thriving there. After learning about this situation by Sylvanas, she led the necromancers to tame the bats. After simple training of these bats, the Forgotten had their own air force.

Their air soldiers used throwing spears as weapons. Because of their body structure, they were able to throw the spears in their hands and at a long distance to their targets. This fast and cruel method made them the main means of attack.

"Captain St. Sier Burkemaine. Look, these humans are all gutless rats. All the camps we pass by are empty." Pharmacist Putres pointed at the crusade camps on both sides of the road. "They are like a group of sewer mice hiding from all over the world. When they see us, they are like cats."

Putres laughed hoarsely.

"Putres, you are the commander of this mission. I hope you can have a stable combat plan," Captain Burkemaine and Putres rode a skeleton war horse respectively. He was a little dissatisfied with Putres' attitude. "This is war, not as simple as dissecting human corpses in the alchemy room."

"Our tribe is very rare, and every individual is precious! Any loss will cause Her Majesty the Dark Queen to extricate anger that I can't bear! Although I don't know how you convinced the Supreme Defense Officer, Lord Varymasas. However, I hope you have a clear plan of combat, otherwise, my people will refuse to join the war!" Captain Burkemaine said without hesitation.

"Oh, of course, of course." Putres touched the heads on his forehead and made an evil laugh. "You might not know what Brell has, do you?"

Captain Burkemaine snorted coldly and ignored him.

"Humans, a large number of humans! Humans with more than 20,000 people!" Putres gestured with his flesh-carrying palm, "Do you know what this means?"

"This means that we can increase at least 1ooo people in the tribe! We can also crack related research processes, such as the prescription of life potion, advanced formula of power potion, and also to study how to increase the plague that can increase our tribe!" Putres's face showed a longing look, "Of course, the most important thing is to develop a potion that can kill all life on this planet! This is my dream!!"

"Whatever you say, Putreth." Captain Burkemaine didn't buy it. "When fighting, let your puppet soldiers come first. Our Forsaken cannot afford to lose. Do you have no objection?"

"Of course there is no more," Putres smiled, "bring you here just in case, there are new plagues in my team, and with them, Brill will be transformed from dead!"

"It's best if you can do this!" Captain Burkemaine snorted, distanced himself from him, and walked along the soldiers in front.

Humph, idiot. When I become the king of the Undercity, I will tie you to the alchemy platform and study what your soul fire looks like!

Putres looked at his back and thought to himself, while sneering dissatisfied.

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"There are eight plague cars!" Locke frowned. He looked at the scout in front of him and made sure again, "Are you sure you read it right?"

"I read that wrongly, the commander not only brought that kind of car. They also had huge bats, and there were undead riding on the bats, patrolling the situation around their team. They were spotted on the way back, and they attacked us with throwing spears on the bats, and we lost several horses." Captain Achit said gasping.

"It's good that people are fine, captain." Locke stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Go down and have a good rest, now we'll leave it here."

After the scout was over, Locke turned his head and spoke to Major Thomas.

"It seems that we need to fight them outside. Otherwise, the plague car they carry will shoot the plague into Brell, and that will be bad."

"It's not a good decision, Commander." Major Thomas disagrees a little. "We have sixteen crossbows on the walls of Brill's town. With them in, our battle will be easier."

"Then let's fight them outside the town. We can rely on the crossbows and longbowmen on the city wall to cover us. However, the army we are fighting in the town needs to use wet towels to cover our mouths and noses and protect all parts of our body. If those plague vehicles are shot, this is also a means of epidemic prevention."

Locke is not sure whether it is useful for the plague, but it is better to do some protection than not.

"How many tower shields are there?"

“Only dozens.”

Lock sighed. If the tower shield is used to form a shield wall, there will be basically no damage to the puppet undead. Obviously, this condition is not met here.

"Then let our soldiers prepare." Locke waved his hand, "they may be able to get here in half an hour."

"Okay, Commander. You should be safe, too."

In the town, Baron Berg sat in the groom's position in the carriage, watching the noisy crowd in the square.

"Master, I think we should leave here." Zody looked at the noisy here with some concern. "When the undead have not arrived here, we fled to Gadal. With them stopping me, we can escape."

Berg leaned against the door frame of the carriage, staring at the civilians in a daze. His legs were hanging out in the air, swaying and looking at Zody anxiously. His master obviously had no intention of escaping.

"Master, say something." Zody walked up and prepared to shake Zody's body.

"Don't move, Zodie." Berg's mouth made a lazy voice, "Master, I'm thinking about things."

"But the situation here..." As soon as Zody spoke, he saw his master reach out to stop him.

"Zody, this place is not as dangerous as you think. Look, our loyal commanders did not leave, what does this mean? It means that they are confident that they can withstand this attack. Moreover, there may not be safety here outside. At least, in this town, are there nearly 10,000 crusad soldiers here? If they really fight, the surrounding crusaders will also move closer to this place."

"And, do we know that this is our opportunity?" Berg sat up and looked at Berg seriously. "If we seize the opportunity this time, we will advance and retreat with the commander. As long as we pass this level, then the future master will be more than just a baron. Marquis is very likely!"

"Did you hear it, you stupid bear." Ina came out of the carriage and rubbed Berg's shoulders, "The master has already figured out everything!"

Suddenly Berg's eyes shrank, and he saw the female officer next to the commander come out. She turned over and ran to the area where the cavalry gathered.

Fortunately, the commander didn't leave.
Chapter completed!