"Here they are."

Beyond the only stone bridge connecting the Tilagade Strait and the Druswa Colonel of the Admiralty of Prodmore lowered his binoculars, and under the slightly gloomy sky, in the light of the slightly pale sun, on the other side of the bridge, in the land of dark curses and superstitions, an army of fear and disgust was marching.

Clothed in black light, like a cloaked in shadows, they emerged silently from behind each tree, and then, driven by a higher power, they moved away from their resting ground and towards the world of the living.

"Report to Lady Catherine!"

The Colonel grabbed the musket in hand, and behind him, there were 2,000 soldiers who had been mobilized from the Gate of Darein, all of them armed with halberd shields, the green robes of the Navy of Kurtilas and the distinctive round helmet, and the tall stature made them look threatening, but both the colonel and the soldiers knew very well that once those undead crossed the border, these 2,000 people alone could not be stopped.

The herald on the majestic seamane warhorse took the reins of his horse and galloped quickly through the hills and mountains behind him, from Drusva to Pellars, the largest port city in Kurtiras, a long road, but since the Second World War, some of the Hammer Dwarves have migrated to Kurtiras, where they have formed griffin guards belonging to the Kurtilas.

In the flapping wings of the sky, the news of the enemy's arrival from seven observation points in the Strait of Tiragad was transmitted almost simultaneously back to the giant city in the rear, and on the frontline battlefield, when the first trembling undead skeleton stepped onto the solid stone bridge, a trace of hideousness flashed in the colonel's eyes, and his arm swung down.

"Blew it up!"

"Boom"

The stone bridge, which was more than thousands of years old and had stood between the two lands, was completely destroyed in the explosion of a huge amount of gunpowder and the splash of masonry.

The undead had no access to land, they could only stagger through the rushing deep water to try to cross the narrow strait, but on both sides of the strait, the artillery that had been transported to the second time was already in place, and in the cheers of the commanders, the scorching cannonballs whistled and smashed into the brainless undead in front of them, each explosion could set off a monstrous wave, and every explosion could blow those fragile walking corpses to pieces.

But even so, the number of undead continues unabated.

With the awakening of the dead who had been sleeping in Drusva for nearly 3,000 years, and the fact that most of Drusva's converted soldiers had been converted, the number of enemies was needless to ask, it would be a desperate number for the living.

It was like white bones moving forward, and soon, the narrow strait was already covered with white bones, and the bones that poured into the icy water were huddled together, and even the flowing water was blocked.

The warriors of the island nation had only heard of the necromancy on the mainland, and in the fearful tales of the merchants, the weak skeletons formed a formidable army that no one could fight, and like a howling tidal wave, it drowned everything in a frenzy.

Once, the self-proclaimed sons of the sea were dismissive of the warriors of the island nation, they were familiar with the real tide, they worshipped it, and in their cognition, there was no power more terrifying than the angry sea, but now... They saw it with their own eyes.

The sages of the sea tide who rushed to support in the military formation joined forces to set up huge waves in the narrow strait, and all the white undead who set foot on the Strait of Tiragad were swept into the sea, crushing them completely in the crazy vortex, but in less than 5 minutes, the entire canyon was once again filled with white bones, and the omnipotent tide could not stop them.

Between the lightning and thunder, the dark clouds in the sky converged, and under the call of the sages of the sea tide, the thunder and lightning falling from the sky hit the strait, and the blue electricity in the water was like a greedy electric snake, trying to devour everything, but... Even this kind of natural catastrophe-like attack could not stop them.

They are like the most silent stones, silent forward, silent death, silent use of their cursed life, to open the way forward for the compatriots behind them, nothing can stop them from fearless.

"Fire! Fire! ”

The Colonel's voice was hoarse from the shouting, his face was getting paler and paler, and all the guns placed on the defensive line were already aimed at the sea of the undead in the canyon, but even the scorching shells rained down, but they still couldn't stop the weak, but more united bones than the living.

And at the same time that the first artillery was too hot to fire, a hoarse cry was heard on the flanks of the military formation.

"On the sea! There are people on the sea! ”

The Admiral turned his head sharply and saw on the other side of the coastline, among the pale pillars of light in the mottled light of the sky, a black knight standing silently on the raging sea, under the sky that had been lightning and thunderous by the spell of the Tide Sage, the ghostly black knight riding on the majestic necromantic warhorse, and beneath their feet, the merciless waters turned into the strongest ice.

The way to change is new... Above the advancing ice, the ghostly Death Knights began a silent charge, holding the two-handed halberds that Druswa Guards were best at wielding, but by this time, the halberd that haunted the dark power was already covered with pulsating necromantic runes.

"Turn the artillery!"

The commander of the coastline army shouted in a sharp voice, but the next moment, the colonel took a deep breath, he drew the mottled command knife at his waist, and behind him, the knights of the Prodmore family from Norvington Manor, had formed a charging formation.

"It's too late."

The Colonel looked at the huge order of knights rushing towards him, and he muttered to himself:

"It's too late... Retreat! Tell Lady Catherine the news of our defeat... Unless the fleet under the command of His Majesty Dai Lin returns... There is no hope for this land. ”

Everyone looked at the supreme commander in the military formation in amazement, and in his shouting order, the artillery and infantry began to quickly arrange explosives and prepare to evacuate under the commander's orders, while the sages of the sea tide chanted the magic of teleportation.

The next moment, the admiral, who was over half a hundred years old, suddenly raised the command knife in his hand and shouted:

"For Kul Tiras! Charge with me! ”

His voice was hoarse, his pale face shining with a sworn slight, and behind him, the warriors of Kurtilas clenched their weapons and rushed out of the camp with the Colonel's horses, and they followed closely behind.

The green Kultiras battle flag was planted behind the knight's back, in the neighing of the majestic sea-maned war horse, on the coastline that had been contaminated by the energy of death, in the angry tide of the sea, the knights of the living and the dead collided mercilessly, courage and cruelty, roar and silence, between the people and horses, the colonel roared and fought left and right, and the mottled command knife in his hand swept down, cutting off the head of the death knight in front of him into the air.

But the next moment, the sharp and icy halberd pierced his heart from behind, and Everly. Marshal Reed looked at the colonel struggling on his halberd, and then looked back at the living people who had stepped into the portal, his gray eyes were full of calm, and in the sky behind him, the dark-bladed Valkyrie with her black wings flapping had fallen to the ground, and at her call, these warriors who had just died stood up from the cruel battlefield one by one.

Behind the Death Knights, the detonated camp erupted in dazzling flames, devouring hundreds of bones at once, but for the sea of the undead who were silent, the loss was almost negligible.

"Pack up your gear and move on with me! Until the capture of Pelallus! ”

Everley. Marshal Reed commanded the colonel in front of him, and the colonel who stood up again was still a little dazed, he looked at his hands with gray eyes, felt the strange power flowing in his body, felt the unbearable paleness of the senses, he felt that he should be angry... But he has lost the ability to be angry, or rather, more pure reason has forced him to accept the harsh reality.

After a few seconds, the colonel picked up his command knife from the ground, gently wiped the cold blood from the blade, and behind him, the sea-maned war horse belonging to him also stood quietly beside his master, but the blue eyes had turned a terrifying dark red.

"Jingle Bell"

A bronze horse bell carved with a skeletal pattern was thrown in front of the Colonel, who looked up at the Death Knight in front of him, who shrugged his shoulders and said to him:

"Hang it, this is the bell that signifies the coming of death, a tradition to warn the living, and to disperse the civilians..."

A few minutes later, a clanging sound sounded on the deserted coastline, and the Colonel, riding his horse and commanding his knights, slowly blended into the cold and silent army in front of him, and under the arch of the endless bones, like a white wave sweeping across the Strait of Tiragad, surging in the direction of the Gate of Dareen.

At this time, on the walls of the majestic city of Berares, Lady Catherine, who was wearing a white robe, put down her binoculars with a pale face, as the land fortress that guarded the city of Berallas, the sky above the gate of Dareen in the distance, black smoke had been ignited, and the soldiers of the fortress were struggling to resist the undead who came up from all directions.

But the undead were moving so fast that in less than five hours, a quarter of the land of the Strait of Tilagad fell into their hands.

It is true that Kurtilas, as a maritime power, did not deploy much military power on the land of the mainland, especially when the battlefield of the Arathi Heights on the eastern continent was about to break out, and many local forces were sent to the front line of the empire, but now, at this most vulnerable point in time, the cunning undead caught them off guard.

In Dai Lin. Now that Prodmore led Prince Drake on the expedition, the person in charge of Pellars was King Daline's queen, Catherine. Lady Proudmoor, a lady who came from a noble family, was as stubborn and resolute as Dai Lin, which was why the king would feel comfortable giving her his country.

But now, Lady Catherine's hands clutched to the edge of the wall, her brain racing, and she couldn't find a way to save Dareen's Gate.

"It's time to decide, ma'am!"

Behind Lady Catherine, the former Grand Knight, now the City Harbour Conductor, Cyrus, put on his former armor again, and held a great sword in his hand, guarding Catherine's side, and he said in a deep voice:

"The warriors of the Gate of Dareen have volunteered to stay there, and their sacrifice is to protect the safe evacuation of civilians to Pelares, and not to let the sacrifice of the warriors go to waste! Now, how to protect Pelares is the most important thing you should consider! ”

"I'm at a loss, Cyrus."

Lady Catherine said palely, "All this came too suddenly, we only got the news of the possible attack of the undead the day before yesterday, and today, these undead seem to appear out of thin air, occupy our land, slaughter our warriors, and we... We don't know anything about them, didn't Dai Lin send back the letter that it takes time to recruit the undead? ”

The lady pointed to the smoke in the sky in front of her with some hysteria:

"But look at the battlefield, Cyrus, it only took them 2 days to recruit more than 100,000 undead... How they did it! ”

"The low-level skeletons may not take much time, I noticed that the number of Death Knights in this army is very small, maybe they lack the time to recruit strong enough knights, but this is our chance! Lady! ”

The Grand Knight analyzed in a calm voice:

"Although there are many skeletons, it is impossible for the undead to break through Bullaris with bones, we still have two fleets that will soon reach the port of Pelares, plus the two fleets commanded by His Majesty Dai Lin, we only need to hold out until the four fleets are together... At that time, no matter how many the undead are, they will be bombarded to pieces by the merciless naval artillery. ”

"No one can challenge the Armada of Kurtilas... Neither can the undead! ”

"Insist... Yes, persevere! ”

Lady Catherine slowly calmed down in the analysis of the Grand Knight, she looked at the earth in front of her, which was no longer peaceful, and she clenched her fists:

"The road from the Strait of Tiragad to the valley of Stoxon is still in our possession, send messengers to Lord Stothon to send all the warriors to Belarles... Send another signal to Thanred, to my son, and tell him to bring our fleet back as fast as possible! ”

"Bring me my command knife, Cyrus!"

Lady Catherine took a deep breath to calm herself down, and she turned her head and said to the Grand Knight beside her:

"Let all the soldiers go up the walls! I'll stay here with them, and I'll stay with them until Dai Lin comes back, and my husband won't let us down, he's never let us down..."

"Kul Tiras will not fall, at least not today, it will not!"