As Rhodes expected.

After learning the truth about the attacker from the adjutant who had almost scared the six souls, General Michelle jumped up directly from his chair, although before this, the old man had also speculated about the attacker, but when the fog was lifted, he found that what was in front of him was actually the most unacceptable "answer".

The devil, the necromancer.

Only one of the two can be a headache, and now that the two sides have joined forces and appeared in the area around Grosso, what exactly do they want to do? This question is no longer important, because for the undead and the devil, they appear here for only one purpose.

That is destruction and destruction.

And for Michelle, it is also a difficult problem to solve and deal with.

If the invader is an ordinary army, then he can choose to strengthen the guard, protect the granary, and then call for reinforcements. After that, as long as you hold on to an important stronghold, wait for reinforcements to arrive, and then the two sides will join forces to attack the enemy. But right now, Michelle can't do that. If he chooses to defend, then the necromancer will most likely kill all the people around Grosso to replenish his army, which is the most frightening thing about necromancers, for whom death is not the end, but only the beginning. If Michelle allowed the other party to continue to wreak havoc, I am afraid that it will not be long before he will face hundreds of undead armies.

Therefore, there is no value in holding on, not to mention that Michel is a general who cares about the people very much, even if he does not consider it from a military point of view, he will not tolerate his death to the people around him. But...... At present, the biggest problem restraining the old generals is the shortage of manpower.

Unlike the pampered creatures of the Land of Light, as a citizen of the Duchy of Moon, they have dealt with undead creatures to a greater or lesser extent, even if they haven't dealt with it, as the saying goes, they have never eaten pork and seen pigs run. In order to prevent the invasion of the undead, not only the War Angel Legion has been working hard, as one of the generals of the Southern Legion, Michelle naturally knows some methods on how to deal with the undead. One of the most straightforward methods is crowd tactics. On the battlefield, there is a limit to the corpses that can be manipulated by necromancers. If a necromancer is armed with two thousand undead soldiers, then without a choice, these undead creatures can be completely devoured with ten times their number. Although necromancers can keep awakening undead creatures, there is a limit to it, and as long as they exceed the limit, then they will also have only one way to die. It's also the easiest and most straightforward way to do it. But at the moment, Michelle did not have enough soldiers in his hands to carry out this task. Judging from his adjutant's previous report, the necromancer ate seven patrols, and his side lost nearly two hundred soldiers, all of which may have been transformed by the terrible necromancer. And with only six or seven hundred people left under his command, with such a number, can he really kill that terrible necromancer?

Not to mention that there is still the devil on his side............

Thinking of this, Michelle bit his lip, and he sat back down in his chair with a pale and dejected face, and was silent for a moment. Then he grabbed the quill next to him and began to write on the white letterhead. After a few moments, Michelle finished writing the letter, carefully placed it in the envelope, and then sealed it with wax, then let out a long sigh, and then struck the small clock at his desk, and soon a soldier hurried into the room.

"Your Excellency."

"Send someone to send this letter to the southern harbor immediately, pass on my order, from now on enter a state of emergency alert, all vacations are canceled, everyone takes turns patrolling, and at the same time withdraw the patrol, send people to warn the nearby people, try not to leave the village, and report any abnormal situation quickly, understand?"

…,

"Yes!"

After listening to the old man's order, the soldier immediately picked up the letter, solemnly saluted the old man, and then turned to leave. And it was only at this time that Michelle leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes and raised her head, and a trace of helplessness and exhaustion appeared on her old face.

"Hope...... I made the right decision. ”

Then, the old man muttered to himself.

"It seems that your plan has not achieved the desired goal, master."

Selestina frowned and looked at the village in the distance, she had been waiting for a whole day and a half, but until now, the devil lady had not waited for the rumored army, which made Selestina extremely dissatisfied, but at the moment she seemed to be in a good mood and did not take the opportunity to sarcastically mock Rhodes.

"This is very normal, although the old gentleman has always been very soft-hearted, but that is only relative, after all, he is a soldier, and it is normal for the country he guards to put before the people."

"The country guarded?"

Hearing this, Celestina snorted disdainfully.

"Miss Ben really wants to know which country he is guarding...... But forget it, it's human nature to be two-faced and three-stabbed, and this cowardly and despicable race will do anything shameless in order to survive, and Miss Ben is not surprised at all...... So master, what are you going to do next? Looks like they're not going to send out any more patrols, right? ”

"That's normal, Celestina."

Rhodes sat on a stone not far away, staring at the scenery in front of him, in his hand, countless cards were rotating repeatedly - after the previous battle with the investigation team sent by Michelle, Rhodes awakened nearly ninety undead warriors through the talent extraction of the Hell Lord, so far, this set of "decks" in Rhodes' hands has as many as one hundred and fifty cards, almost several times more than before.

This shows how terrifying the talent of the Hell Lord is in terms of human sea tactics.

But conversely, the combined attack power of these "decks" is not an opponent of a single Selìa......

This shows how useless the talent of the Hell Lord is in certain ways.

"As you said, humans are short-sighted creatures, and they mostly only look at the present, not the future."

Well, that's normal, we don't have the same lifespan as elves and angels, and a hundred years is long enough years for us, and it's not surprising that we can't project our wisdom into a hundred years from now. It's as if astronomers from all over the world have vowed to confirm that a meteorite will destroy the Earth in 150 years...... I'm sure that even if they heard the news, no one would panic and be nervous, after all, at that time, they would have died long ago. ”

Saying this, Rod spread his palms.

"It's the same with these people, and I think they probably haven't personally felt the importance of what they've lost right now. Therefore, I don't mind teaching them this lesson, people only cherish when they lose, and only when they are beaten do they know the pain, and now it seems that these people living under the protection of His Highness Lìtia do not think that they have gained any benefit from this archangel, so ............ I don't mind letting them taste the pain and despair that comes with the loss. ”

Saying this, Rhodes' hands flipped like a magician, and with his movements, the summoning card in his hand suddenly disappeared.

"Since they're not going to come, let's go over...... Selestina, are you ready? ”

"Miss Ben is ready at any time, master."

Night falls.

After a busy day, the villagers returned home from the farmland with a satisfied smile and came to the tavern to vent the fatigue and fatigue of the day while preparing for the next day's work. This was supposed to be the daily life of the town, but today, it was lifeless, and the villagers returned to their homes with frightened faces, and immediately locked the doors, even the guests who were drinking in the tavern looked scared.

…,

As the saying goes, good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles.

Due to Rod's conscious release of water, some soldiers in the previous search team still escaped by chance, and with their escape, the truth of this matter gradually spread in the surrounding area...... The Holy Soul is above, right next to them, and there is actually a necromancer!!

As soon as these words came out, everyone was immediately in danger. Although these people were afraid that something terrible was hovering around them because of the disappearance of the militia patrol, but now, when they learned that terrible fact, these people's fear reached its peak!

Necromancer! Devil!!

"Damn it...... "............"

Standing by the humble gate, a militiaman held a long hand, his face was pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Although it was already late at night, and the cold night wind had dispelled the scorching heat of autumn, he looked as if he was in a bitter winter. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he didn't even seem to be able to hold the spear in his hand.

"It's not fair why you want me to keep vigil!!"

"Alright, take it easy, kid."

Another militiaman leaned against the door, lazily drinking the inferior wine in the jug in his hand, and said impatiently.

"It's such a big person, what else is there to be afraid of. Relax, it's just a vigil, haven't you done this before? ”

"But, it's different now!!"

Hearing the old militiaman's words, the young man couldn't help but subconsciously raise his voice, but soon he lowered his voice again, and glanced at the dark night around him with some uneasy probe, as if he was afraid that his voice just now would wake up some vicious ghosts hidden under the black night.

"Haven't you heard? The militia before, and the soldiers, they were all killed by a necromancer! Aren't you worried? Those necromancers are monsters that eat people and don't spit out bones, what if, what if he comes to us for trouble? I've heard that no one has been sent over there until now - damn it, what are those soldiers doing, shouldn't they be here to protect us at this time? Do we have to wait until we are killed by those terrible monsters before they are willing to do so? ”

"Okay, you don't have to say a few words that won't kill people."

Faced with this rookie's concern, the old militia glared at him dissatisfied.

"Isn't it just a necromancer? What is there to be afraid of? Lao Tzu also saw the real undead when he was a child, what happened? The bunch of trash looks scary, but it's not even a fart in front of the angels. Hey, even if there's a necromancer here, if the angel appears, won't he just be able to run away? ”

"But now...... We don't have the help of angels......"

“…………”

Hearing the rookie's uneasy and helpless answer, the old militiaman, who was pouring wine into his mouth, fell silent, poured the last few drops of wine from the jug into his mouth, and then stood up suddenly, and threw the iron jug in his hand to the ground with all his might.

"Damn it, those nobles whose whole family should go to hell, those fucking bastards are birds, they even did such a thing as betraying His Highness...... Now the retribution is coming! Damn it, I curse his entire family for eighteen generations of ancestors not to live in peace! ”

Saying this, the old militiaman took a breath, and then raised his head, looking at the rookie beside him with a pair of eyes that had never been more tired than ever.

"Alright, boy, don't talk nonsense. Don't think about those who have or don't, stand your post, and wait until dawn to be fine...... That's right, it's going to be okay when dawn......"

Hearing this, the young man couldn't help but raise his head and look into the eyes of the old militiaman, and at this time he was surprised to find that a trace of very familiar, the same feeling as himself flashed in the other party's eyes.

…,

It turned out that he was just as scared......

"What are you looking at!?"

Perhaps perceiving that this rookie had discovered the feelings he had hidden in his heart, the old militiaman couldn't help frowning dissatisfied, then stretched out his hand and waved.

"Okay, turn your head, look ahead, don't get distracted" if we're lucky............ Well? What was that? ”

Saying this, the old militiaman suddenly stopped, he turned his head suspiciously, and poked his head out like a hunting dog to look at the dark and rich night behind him - the original bright moonlight was completely obscured by the thick dark clouds, and even the light belt representing the dragon soul of light on the edge of the sky was much dimmer at this moment.

"Voice?"

Hearing the old militiaman's words, the young rookie couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and he hurriedly turned his body to look ahead, but no matter how wide his eyes were, he couldn't see clearly what was hidden in the night in front of him. There was silence all around, and there seemed to be no sound. But soon, the two of them heard a faint sound—the sound of distant waves washing against the shore, but ...... There's no sea here.

"Huh...... Swish...... Who............"

The voice is getting clearer and clearer, although it is still low, but in the ears, there is an incomparable magic, at this moment the two militiamen who are responsible for the night guard only feel that they are stiff, their teeth can't stop fighting, the human sixth sense that has been degraded is so sensitive in the face of danger for the first time, although they can't see through the thick night, but both people seem to have sensed that it is gradually approaching their own, what is it.

"Huh...... Swish...... Who......"

Finally, one by one, the shadows came out of it.

"Heavenly ...... Sky...... Day ###############"

Looking at the undead army in front of them, the two militiamen only felt that their brains were blank, and they still held weapons in their hands, but at this moment they didn't know what to do. You should be on guard, and you should ring the bell immediately to warn the people in the village that those terrible undead creatures are coming to your door! Although this thought had been lingering in the minds of the two of them, their bodies seemed to have lost the strength to continue moving, and no matter how much they urged, their bodies seemed to be a puddle of mud, unable to move at all.

Move!! Hurry up and move me!!

Although they couldn't stop roaring in their hearts, their bodies still didn't move! And at this very moment, those terrible armies of the undead had come to them. They could even see the faint soul fire burning in the eyes of those bone warriors, as well as the worn-out weapons they held.

"Ahh

Perhaps because of the extreme fear, the young rookie finally couldn't help but scream, he threw down the spear in his hand, turned around and flew away, as if trying to escape. And his screams made the old militia shudder, and only then did he finally break free from the almost enchanted fear just now, and he did not run away like the young rookie. On the contrary, the old militia rushed to the sentry at this moment and vigorously struck the alarm bell above.

"Bell...... Bell "............"

The sound of the bell echoed over the town, breaking the silence. And at the same time, suddenly, two thorns flew out from the army of necromancy, swept and wrapped around the bodies of the old militia and the rookie, and then pulled them back again!! And the bell also stopped abruptly at this time!

"Help, help me, I don't want to die...... Woo...... Uh......"

The young man writhed desperately, and he cried out in pain, snot and tears mixed from his cheeks. His hands gripped the ground hard, desperate and futile in his attempt. But at the same time, the thorny whip wrapped around his neck like a poisonous snake, and then hung the poor creature high in the air, and the sharp and hard thorns pierced deep into the young man's neck, and then, the thorny whip shrank inward, and soon, the poor young man began to struggle frantically, he stretched out his hand, desperately trying to break free from the shackles around his neck, but could not do anything.

His eyes began to drift, his mouth opened wide, and he stuck out his tongue like a fish on shore, trying to feel the presence of air. But......

"Bang!!"

The thorny whip shrank suddenly, slamming the young man to the ground, and when he finally recovered from the chaos, all he saw was the corpse of the old militiaman, who had already been thinking about the countless long swords he had swung from his body, had fallen in front of him, his face was hideous and twisted, and his body was shattered.

"Woo-ah-ah-ah!!"

Listening to the screams of the militia before they died, Celestina couldn't help but tremble slightly, a faint flush appeared on her white and flawless cheeks, as if she had drunk a glass of intoxicating wine, and her right hand holding the thorny whip became more and more clenched.

"Ah...... What a beautiful cry of sorrow, the meaning of life and death is to provide Miss Ben with this unprecedented pleasure, and there is nothing more heart-warming than this............" With that, Selestina opened her eyes, chuckled, and swung her whip again.

"Onward! Servants, decorate this beautiful night of revelry with death and blood and screams! ”

(To be continued.)

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