A long sound of trumpets sounded from the wooden walls and arrow towers of the fortress. Following the sound of the horns, the militiamen on the arrow towers lit arrows one after another.
The living zombies have arrived fifty steps away. With ghouls as the core, large groups of small living zombies and skeletons are waving their arms, shaking their broken bodies, and passing quickly over the black mud.
Griffith looked at the enemy formation in the distance, raised his sword and shouted: "Hold on!"
Until the living corpse finally reached ten meters outside the barrier, he waved hard.
“Fire the arrow!”
The dense sound of bowstrings exploded like muffled thunder, and two hundred ignited rockets aimed at the swarming living corpses. Wherever the arrows hit, the surging monster wave seemed to hit a dam.
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Burning arrows and kerosene ignited the corpses, and then spread into a scorching wall of fire. The living corpses that followed jumped over the fallen ones, and rushed towards the wooden wall and arrow tower with their claws and teeth.
Several ghouls jumped out from the group of corpses, rushing through the dangerous rain of arrows like agile cheetahs. These elite monsters resurrected from the dead have blade-like nails and teeth like saw teeth. Once they jump
When he reached the wall, he immediately dug his sharp claws into the cracks in the wood and climbed up bit by bit.
Just when they were about to climb to the top of the wall, two figures suddenly appeared above their heads. Griffith and Mediameier each threw sharp spears at them.
The ghoul that was climbing on the wall to escape was shot away with a "bang" sound. The militiamen competed to shoot at the living corpse that was climbing at their feet. The intensive shooting was like a roaring fire.
Heavy rain beat down the tide of corpses.
"Wow--!"
A ghoul leaning against the wall was shot through the head by a flaming arrow. He grabbed a screaming militiaman and rolled him down. The dry remains and corpse oil made the fire grow bigger and bigger, and soon ignited the nearby area.
The same kind that are still biting the wooden wall.
The black army of zombies kept coming like a tide. The curved wooden wall and six arrow towers stood like rocks. Amidst the sound of biting and tearing, the militiamen trapped on it were frightened.
He went crazy and shot at the undead monster at his feet with all his strength.
“Fire oil! Throw it out with all your strength.”
Midianmaiya summoned his soldiers, held fire oil cans and threw them at the group of corpses, and then threw a few torches. The flames immediately exploded, swallowing up all the living corpses nearby, and the hot fire waves even caused the fire on the wooden walls to burn.
Everyone was suffocated. Such a dangerous operation could only be carried out under his personal command, otherwise the panicked militiamen would burn down the entire position in a short time.
"Quickly put out the fire!" Griffith called a team of people to follow closely. They carried fine sand on their backs in cloth bags, and poured the sand down as soon as the wooden wall was ignited by the living corpses rolling in the flames.
The moon-shaped position was surrounded by densely packed zombies. Under the continuous attacks, the outermost wooden wall began to break and collapse, but the attacking zombies were also wiped out in the flames in large areas.
Suddenly, a section of the wooden wall made a loud creaking sound, and then fell down in the firelight and smoke. The thick broken wood knocked down a large number of living corpses, but the gap was also exposed.
“I’m here to meet the enemy! Shut up!” Midian Maier, wearing a helmet, jumped down from the breach, pulled out his flaming battle ax and chopped down a group of living corpses that wanted to take the opportunity to rush in.
Griffith also jumped off the wooden wall, gathered a team of people and brought the rafts ashore, and re-erected a small section of the new wall that was concave behind the collapsed gaps.
Milemaea fought hard at the missing position. The militiamen erected an angled wooden wall behind him as quickly as possible, piled soil on it and patted it tight.
“That’s it!” Griffith shouted, throwing down a rope. Mediameier reached out to grab it, and someone immediately pulled him up.
“Uh-huh, I took a dip in the sea of corpses!” Mediamaia was covered in black blood, and there were broken intestines hanging on her shield, axe, and helmet.
"Don't stand there, there's a gap over there!" Griffith didn't even have time to praise him, he turned around and rushed towards another gap.
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Amber stood on an arrow tower, uneasily watching the two Shutorals fighting bloody battles below. According to the combat arrangement, she and Ophelia, who were good at bursts but not at endurance, had to leave their strength to the enemy leader.
"A fierce battle will definitely break out when the fortifications are first erected." Ophelia sat leisurely on the high arrow tower, "This is a matter of every second. The longer you delay, the stronger the fortifications will be."
The cult group obviously knows the relevant knowledge and understands the urgency of destroying the early fortifications. In this wave of attacks, they had no choice but to send in fast and fragile zombies. If the suture monsters and acid monsters can also catch up with the offensive, the defense line
The situation will be more critical.
“Their losses have almost reached the critical point, and they should retreat soon. If they continue to be consumed like this, even if the large living zombies arrive, they will not have the strength to attack.”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an abnormal fluctuation in the large tomb in the distance. The tide of corpses that were attacking the barrier stopped. The living corpses that were biting madly a second ago turned around and ran towards the direction they came from.
The zombie attacks have stopped.
Two-meter-high corpses had been piled up under the barrier. Most of them were burned by the flames and shrank into a small, charred piece. The militiamen who had survived the disaster looked at the corpses piled up one story high in a daze.
One vomited.
The group of corpses immediately retreated to the distance like an ebbing tide. There, some fat and huge undead creatures had arrived, standing like rocks among a large group of short living corpses.
Griffith held the mithril pendant tightly. He could feel that there were some scattered powerful psychic fluctuations hidden among the corpses, ready to attack.
It seems that the will hidden in the tomb also found that the hastily launched attack could not attack the human position, but caused heavy losses to itself, so it decided to concentrate its forces and attack with all its strength.
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Amber, who had not taken action until now, saw the living corpses retreating, and couldn't help but admired, "Griffith can really find gold in the garbage~ In both battles, the civilian militia held its position."
Ophelia stood aside calmly, without a trace of dust on her. She said politely on behalf of her classmates: "This is the glorious tradition of the Bijaland Army."
“What exactly is this tradition?”
“Well, this is it,” Ophelia smiled awkwardly, “treating people as animals to carry out soil work, pushing the fortifications into the enemy’s face, exhausting yourself and annoying the enemy to death.”
After the first round of attacks, the Queyue Barrier by the river was already full of cracks and dents. The outer wall was damaged in many places during the previous attack. The militiamen had no time to repair it during the battle, so they erected it directly on the inside.
They set up a row of rafts for reinforcement. After the zombies retreated, they worked hard to dig trenches and reinforce the walls.
On the ground outside the wall, the recently killed living corpses gradually sank into the black mud. Most of them had been burned or crushed, and the black mud slowly swallowed them up like an endless swamp.
Ophelia watched the movement of the black mud vigilantly for a while, then looked at the crystal tower in the distance with green light shining in the hazy mist, and said to her companions: "This layer of black mud is decomposing all organic matter within the coverage area.
, it can even capture a small amount of lost spiritual energy. It is like the roots of a plant, absorbing nutrients all the time, and transports them to the distant tomb chamber through those green crystal towers as the center."
Midian Maier asked while drinking water: "Is the black mud also providing supplies to the living corpses? I vaguely feel that the living corpses within the black mud will be faster and stronger. Moreover, these rotten bones and internal organs,
Their muscles are rotten, and they don’t get any food most of the time, but they can still run and fight with a skeleton. Even if they are driven by the miracle of the evil god, the vitality and strength of these dead people must comply with the principles of magic and cannot be generated out of thin air."
After hearing their conversation, Griffith also thought about it. Judging from the situation of the bone ring Minos and the Necromantic Curse, the resurrected living corpse can only last for one hour, and additional energy is needed to continue to survive.
Make supplements.
What did the cultists want to gain from this incident?
According to the known information, the sealed object "Call of the Ancestor" they activate will activate the silent extraordinary characteristics. After that, there is an urgent need to replenish flesh and blood and spiritual energy to grow.
This surging corpse tide and killing is obviously not the purpose of the cult but a means. They first invest part of the resources to resurrect the corpses for infection, and then use the killing to let the black mud absorb more energy, and part of it is used to maintain the creation and fighting of living corpses.
, and the rest is transmitted to the rotten corpse in the direction of the large tomb chamber.
Although the form is different, and it is weird and twisted, its essence is not much different from Elodie's situation in the Neopolis incident.
The Revan incident is another attempt by the cult after Neopolis. So, if the spread of infection cannot be stopped as soon as possible, as long as the cult has extracted enough energy, their true purpose will be exposed.
At this time, another batch of rafts arrived from upstream with supplies. Lanzada was responsible for this transportation. As soon as the rafts docked, he jumped off and quickly came to Griffith to report:
“Master Knight, according to your order, I have brought 15 rafts and some wood, arrows, kerosene, and two dismantled trebuchets, which need to be assembled on site.”
There were traces of dust and smoke on his face and body, and he looked very tired. It seemed that he had endured a lot of hardships when he came from Xiacheng District. However, his eyes were full of energy and he was ready to devote himself to a new mission at any time.
Go in.
Griffith looked at him with admiration. This young man was as old as Paxiu, and his fighting ability was mediocre, but his education and careful thinking were obviously better. Moreover, he had a special kind of persistence and drive, as if
The meaning of his existence is to fight for people in danger.
“Thank you, Lansada, how is the situation in the lower town?”
"The living zombies have been attacking our defense line. They tried to cross the river from the upper city to attack, but the militiamen firmly guarded the bridge. Your Excellency, Knight, you and your people have restrained their main force, and the citizens will be able to hold it.
However, it will be difficult to bring you more support."
This is to be expected. Although the militiamen are still capable of fighting to defend their homes, wives and children, it will take a lot of time for them to be capable of expeditions, or to transform the lower city into an efficient war machine.