In the sky hundreds of meters away from the thick fog, a dark undead war fortress was like a black ghost, quietly suspended in the dark sky, overlooking the No. 2 military station under the thick fog on the ground.
Fierce gunshots came from the ground, like bursts of near or distant thunder.
Looking down, the war fortress of the undead appears and disappears in the thick fog, moving back and forth around the No. 2 Military Station. The light of the magic cannon crisscrosses and flickers in the thick fog.
I don't know how many war fortresses are besieging the No. 2 military station on the ground.
On the ghostly war fortress, a black figure wrapped in a black robe was looking intently at the thick fog below, as if his eyes could penetrate the thick fog and observe the fierce fighting on the ground.
His face was deeply hidden under the shadow of the hood and could not be seen clearly at all, but in the darkness one could clearly see two faint green flames dancing around his eyes.
At the same time, it also showed its identity - a noble lich among the Eternals.
Liches, they have endless lifespans, each of them has powerful magic, which makes everyone fear them. They are the leaders of dark magic and necromancy.
They were so powerful that they once almost ruled the world. Even with elemental spells, priests and knights joined forces to barely be able to compete with them.
Even though two thousand years have passed, the entire world still lives in their shadow and is in constant fear. It is precisely because of fear that humans have joined forces to destroy them at all costs.
More than two thousand years ago, there were no such creatures as lichs in the world. At most, there were only a handful of magicians who studied life magic.
When the High Priest of the Undead appeared, this powerful race was brought to the world.
The High Priest of the Undead uses immortality as bait to lure the mages into joining his ranks.
Immortality has always been one of mankind's ultimate pursuits.
For thousands of years, mages who are about to reach the end of their lives have given up their faith and thrown themselves into the embrace of darkness in order to obtain the immortality of their souls.
To this day, no one knows how many lichs there are under the High Priest of the Undead. What is certain is that after two thousand years of development and growth, the number of lichs must be very large.
Although in the last war, the lichs who followed the high priest on the expedition to the human continent suffered heavy losses. The more famous lichs collapsed one after another, and their souls disappeared into the heaven and earth.
However, to this day, there are still enough manpower to participate in this battle with humans.
Just as the lich was thinking about it, a voice sounded from behind.
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency Edwood." A similarly dressed figure came over and called out in a low voice.
The figure who was lost in thought raised his head, looked at the man, and said slowly: "My dear Willibald, what can I do?"
"Yes, Lord Edwood." Willibald looked at the thick fog outside the war fortress with concern and said, "We have been fighting for an hour, what should we do next?
Everyone is still waiting for your instructions."
Although it has almost completely abandoned human emotions after transforming into a lich from a living being, it can't help but feel worried about the current situation.
Edwood was silent for a moment, and then a hoarse, emotionless voice sounded, saying: "How is the battle situation now?"
Willibald let out a heavy sigh, shook his head and said: "It's not good, the fog is too heavy, and our people can't let go.
And it seems that humans have been prepared for it, and our magic cannon does not pose a great threat to the human fortress."
Edwood pondered for a moment and said: "We can't continue like this. We must break human defenses."
"Who says it's not the case..." Willibald's tone was full of anxiety as he said: "The insect swarm can't hold on for a few more days.
Herremans, who was supervising the battle on the ground, said that if we could not break into the human fortress within two days and use humans as food, the insects would no longer be able to control them.
If there is no food supply, the bugs will kill each other and prey on each other."
Edwood's eyes flashed with light, and he said bitterly: "These brainless reptiles, we shouldn't have placed our hopes on them in the first place."
Willibald shook his head and said: "Without them, we can't stop humans from going north. His Majesty's resting place will eventually be exposed.
So far they've been useful."
Edwood snorted noncommittally, staring at the thick fog in front of him, cursing these idiots with maggots in their brains.
With the emergence of Lorraine and the rise of alchemy like a comet, mankind has undergone earth-shaking changes and is no longer the weak race it once was.
The undead are no longer powerful compared to humans who are armed to the teeth.
Their advantage right now is that they are in the dark.
Facing the enemy's attack, what you should do is to lurk deeply, wait for the opportunity, launch a guerrilla maneuver with the enemy, and consume a large amount of the enemy's vitality.
Instead of being like now, recklessly launching a decisive battle with the enemy.
Tens of millions of insect swarms and dozens of war fortresses were mobilized. It seemed vigorous and terrifying, but in the end, it couldn't even swallow up a makeshift barracks built by the enemy.
These idiots who advocated a decisive battle should all be tied up and sent to the Holy See of Light~!
Willibald didn't know what Edwood was thinking, but he was also worried.
Although he does not have Edwood's wise vision, he also knows that humans once struggled to fight the lich to a draw. Later, they easily eliminated the Flash army that invaded the mainland, and now they have set foot on the land of the dead.
.How long will it take before they will destroy all the lichs and overthrow the high priest's throne?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder and forced himself to stop thinking about it.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly murmured in a low voice: "It would be great if Herod, Marcel, and Sir Enes were still here."
"Huh?" Edwood snorted and glanced back at him.
The coldness in his eyes was as cold as a knife.
Willibald suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing.
The lichs he mentioned were the best among the group. However, they all died in the human continent during the Second Holy War not long ago and never came back.
And they have one thing in common, they were once strong competitors of the Lich Edwood.
Herod, in particular, has been competing with Edwood for favor in front of the High Priest of the Undead for a long time. The two men once fought fiercely.
He said in front of Edwood that he hoped those people would live, but the implication was that Edwood was not as capable as those people.
Isn't this just violating Edwood's big taboo?
Willibald hurriedly explained: "Sir, that's not what I meant. What I meant is that if they are still there, we... we will be stronger."
After I finished speaking, I couldn't help but feel my body tightening.
Edwood is famous among the Liches for being petty, intolerant, jealous, and capricious.
Although the personalities of all lichs are very cold, vindictive, and narrow-minded, they can be rated as surly by their fellow lichs. You can imagine how unlikable Edwood is.
Of course, if it weren't for this perverse personality, I wouldn't have dared to come up with the crazy idea of kidnapping a dragon.
Sometimes we have to admire the weirdness of fate.
It was precisely because he robbed the dragon clan that he attracted the attention of the great magician Lester, and then went to Lorraine Castle to investigate. Then Lorraine was born.
If not, the majestic Flying Eagle God of War is still squatting in the countryside, gnawing old corn, marrying a fat wife, giving birth to several naked shepherd babies, and spending his whole life doing nothing.
Or maybe you can be a happy screenwriter and director in some theater company, write a lot of street dramas, and occasionally hook up with beautiful actresses, etc., and you will also end up doing nothing for the rest of your life.
Willibald glanced at Edwood timidly, fearing that Edwood would be angry and send him to attack the human fortress on the ground, which would be no different than sending him to death.
Edwood glanced at him, and to Willibald's surprise, he actually laughed.
He raised his hand, patted Willibald's shoulder gently, and said leisurely: "I know what you mean, my dear Willibald, if Herod is here, it will be very exciting.
"
If he could sweat, Willibald was already in a cold sweat. He lowered his head timidly and whispered: "Yes, Your Excellency."
Like all other worlds, the mage's world follows the law of the jungle where the weak eat the strong and strength is respected. People with low abilities can only be submissive in front of the masters.
Edwood looked out the window at the deep darkness and murmured: "It's too boring to play this game alone."
There was a bit of sadness in his tone.
Now that the lich in the wasteland is headed by him, there is no one to compete with him for the position of the High Priest of the Undead as the number one lich, and Edwood cannot cheer up.
All the great figures who once made the world famous are dead, even without a burial place. Only he is still alive and well, and he has become the de facto winner.
However, Edwood couldn't be happy. When he looked back from the top of the victory, he suddenly realized that compared with life and death, their previous struggles were just a farce like children's playing house.
I'm afraid that this was what the high priest of the undead thought at the time, so he allowed them to fight with each other.
After thinking about it, Edwood felt that these wars and battles were boring. As a genius mage born in Maple Leaf Danlin and one of the most outstanding doctors in the history of the academy, he should have higher pursuits.
What Willibald said, if it were the old Edwood, he would be furious and give him a good look so that he would remember it for a long time.
But now Edwood only finds it very funny: Your Willibald's level can only be so high. You don't understand my current state~!
Edwood shook his head and said: "Such an attack cannot break human defense. Forget it, go back. We must come up with a new plan."
Willibald immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Edwood really didn't care about his offense, and even now, the energy of the War Fortress could not last much longer.
After more than an hour of indiscriminate bombardment, the undead once again returned without success and gave up the attack.
As a sharp whistle came, groups of black war fortresses rose from the thick fog, formed a team in the air, and flew rapidly towards the north.
Edwood looked at the war fortresses accompanying him on the left and right. He couldn't help but shook his head slightly. This was all the remaining power of the once glorious Eternals family.
Think about when they first set out to conquer the mainland. The undead had nearly 300 war fortresses, which was quite impressive.
Only two years have passed, and only these eighty-odd ones remain.
However, humans have built more than 300 war fortresses, almost occupying the entire sky.
If it weren't for the heavy fog, the undead wouldn't even dare to come out.
Edwood laughed miserably, feeling quite like a world that has changed forever, but all this happened in just three years.
For lichs who have hundreds of years of life experience, two years is just a long time to sleep.
The war fortress group headed north. A few hours later, before the morning sun rose, a piece of land covered with ice and snow appeared under the war fortress.
The war fortress of the undead began to lower its height, and finally the black war fortress fell directly on the white ground, breaking through the ice and snow on the ground, and slowly sank.
Like a brick sinking into water, the ice and snow on the ground have no hindrance to the War Fortress.
Soon, all the war fortresses disappeared into the snow. The snow was still white and spotless, leaving no trace of the undead.
A few minutes later, Edwood walked down the war fortress, looking up and forgetting to glance at the white dome hundreds of meters above his head.
Not to mention that you can't see the deep valley hidden under the ice and snow from the air. Even if you don't know what's going on, you can't find the weird things hidden underground even if you walk to this area.
Willibald walked up to him, looked up as well, and said with emotion: "Every time I look at it, I feel that this is a miracle."
Edwood said in a respectful tone: "His Majesty's abilities are beyond compare to ours."
Willibald said bitterly: "But His Majesty was still injured by humble humans."
"That was just a coincidence." Edwood said: "I believe that the final victory belongs to us."
The lichs who came down from the war fortress gathered together and slowly walked into a magnificent cave door.
Just as they entered the gate, a wave of scorching hot air rushed out, causing the lichs in black robes to fly.
This violent heat wave lasted for two minutes, then suddenly stopped, and then a cold breath blew in from outside the cave.
One is cold and one is hot, one is in and one is out, alternating every few minutes, as regular as human breathing, very strange.
The lich in the cave came up to him and asked loudly: "How is it?"
The lichs who returned from the battle shook their heads, showing no interest in talking.
The atmosphere in the cave was very low for a while.
A feeling of endlessness lingers in the hearts of the lichs.
The human coalition forces were less than three thousand miles south of them at the moment, and were about to attack their last lair.
Until now, they have used all methods, but they still have nothing to do with humans.
It was their last fight before them. If they still couldn't defeat humans, one day humans would surely come and kill them, and that would be the end of all lichs.
Death has never been so close to them as now.
Many lichs secretly regretted why they followed the High Priest of the Undead to this damned place.
If he had sneaked away quietly and hid in a remote mountain forest in the Semitic continent, it would not be a problem to hide for hundreds of years.
This is what many lich and dark spells do.
At first they laughed that those people would be caught and killed by humans sooner or later, but now it seems that they are the ones who are stupid.
I originally thought that humans would not be able to find the Island of the Dead, but I didn’t expect that humans would find it in just one year.
I thought that the insect swarm could eat up all humans - these insect swarms from other worlds have already eaten up several worlds. I didn't expect that the human firepower was so sharp that it could actually block them.
I really should have run away early.
Maybe, it's not too late to run away now?
Edwood passed through the lichs who had their own thoughts. Looking at their dejected looks, Edwood sneered and said loudly: "A bunch of cowards."
The lichs raised their heads and looked at him with countless pairs of green eyes.
Although Edwood is in charge of the situation at the moment, it doesn't mean that the lichs like him.
In fact everyone dislikes him.
Edwood raised his head proudly, looked at the dense black lich in front of him, and said: "You are all a group of cowards and cowards, and you are wasting the life His Majesty gave you."
Everyone knows that Ed Wood is an ardent fan of the High Priest of the Undead, and he climbed up the ranks by flattering him.
"You'd better speak clearly, Edwood." A warning sound came from the crowd.
Some lichs did not take Edwood seriously. The High Priest of the Undead could not afford to be seriously injured. If they were provoked, they would dare to kill Edwood to the death.
Edwood let out a long laugh and raised his voice: "Don't forget who gave you your life. At the critical moment, you are actually afraid.
We have no retreat~!"
Everyone was silent, of course they knew that there was a cliff behind them.
Edwood said loudly: "The Dra Zerg can only hold on for the last few days, and our war fortress only has enough energy crystals to be used a few times. If we cannot win within two days, we will really be doomed."
The lichs looked at each other. They did not expect that the situation had become so serious. They could only hold on for a few more days. After a few days, humans would triumphantly march north again.
Edwood said: "The war has reached its final moment, victory is right in front of us, but you are actually afraid."
"Do you have a way to defeat humans?" someone asked loudly.
"Yes," Edwood said: "Not only do I have a way to defeat humans, but we must defeat humans. For us in this war fortress, we can only win but not fail.
I have found the weakness of mankind. In the next battle, we will all attack. All of us, no one will be left behind, and we will all go to the battlefield.
There are hundreds of us, and we are not afraid of human cannons and bullets. However, there are only a few dozen mages in the human fortress. If we use our full strength, we can break through the human fortress in just a few dozen minutes.
Eliminate the human army, and I can guarantee that no one will dare to set foot on this land again in the next few decades."
The lichs looked at each other, half-believing Edwood's words.
"Are you sure you can win?"
Edwood smiled contemptuously and said: "You can either sit here and wait for death, or you can give it a try with me. Do you think there are other options?
If you don’t fight hard now, in two days you won’t even have a chance to fight.”
Willibald thought for a moment and said loudly: "I agree, let's go fight with humans. If we win, the future will be ours. Even if we lose, will we be worse off than now?"
"Yes, let's go and fight them. There is a fortress of low-level creatures on the left and right. The Dra Zerg is charging. Hundreds of us can't take it down."
"It's worth a try."
Edwood showed a victorious smile, raised a bone-white finger, and said loudly: "This is our last battle. I believe that victory must belong to us immortals." (To be continued...)