The bright light flashed, and the wurm was pitch black, almost blending in with the night, raising its long neck, sticking its head out, and looking forward. Soon, two bright pillars of light fell from the sky, bombarding the pitch-black earth, and then the black that enveloped the sky and the earth was dispersed and destroyed. Soon, however, they danced again to fill the gap, and a barrage of fire and explosions erupted across the walls of the fortress. Seeing this scene, Night Wurm narrowed her eyes, because she knew very well that she would soon be able to see a beautiful scene.

Sure enough, after that series of flashes and explosions, the fortress in the distance seemed to be immersed in darkness and death again, but in the blink of an eye, the dense firelight was infinite out of thin air, like a torrential rain from the sky, and soon, the earth began to burn, and the darkness twisted and retreated again. But with the eruption of the dark blue soul fire, the undead army moved forward again.

Seeing this scene in front of him, the night wurm shook his head slightly, and then withdrew his gaze. Because the next battle is no longer to be watched, on the other side of the horizon has already appeared fish belly white, soon, dawn is approaching, and then the undead army who have failed to attack again will withdraw, and after spending a day, continue the attack with the fall of night. It's not that I have any talent for foreknowing, but because this scene has been repeated for more than ten days. Every day, as darkness descended, Colund led the undead army to attack, and then the humans defended with holy spears, repelling the undead army again and again.

Sure enough, just half an hour after the night wurm retracted his gaze, the undead legion that had been fiercely attacking the fortress began to retreat in an orderly manner, and with the first rays of the sun shining on the earth, the undead legion left behind the corpses on the ground. Thus completely left the protection of the dragon soul of light, and returned to their eternal darkness of time.

"What the fuck ..............."

Rhodes stood on the city wall, looking at the battlefield in front of him viciously, those who were only corpses were blood at the moment, and even faintly smelled a few stenches with the cold wind. And at this moment, by Rod's side, there was blood everywhere on the city walls. After so many days, the walls were covered with black and filthy bloodstains, both of the undead and the blood of the living.

It's been ten days since Collund had once again sent the Undead Legion on the attack, and every night for ten days, Rhodes had to lead his men into battle with the Undead Legion. But Rhodes is well aware that Collund has always retained his strength, and he will occasionally change his troops from time to time, as if he intends to catch himself off guard. But Rhodes knew that it was only because the cunning lich wanted to see if he had any other trump card to deal with all this. I have to say that Collund does have a little means, since he can't use scouts to obtain the enemy's intelligence, then let the enemy show his trump card himself.

So, in the past ten days, Rhodes faced a variety of undead legion troops to attack. Sometimes it's the frontal assault of bone trolls and ghouls, but also the airborne tactics of gargoyles and bone griffins and vampires, as well as the attacks and invasions of the reinforced undead legions dominated by necromancers. But in the face of this round of undead army's offensive tricks, Rhodes responded to all changes with the same. No matter what means the other party uses, he will make a move here. Focusing on the Holy Spear, and then using the fire elemental spell of the Seven Loves to carry out a large-scale bombardment, the others are responsible for leading the soldiers to defend the city walls, and occasionally let a little bubblegum neutralize and cancel out the opponent's spells. As for the Battle Angel and the Wizard Fleet, Rhodes is still hiding behind, although Captain Bennie and the Commander of the Wizard Fleet have asked for battle several times. But Rod gritted his teeth and didn't let go, he told the two of them that their existence was the ultimate trump card to win this war, and if they couldn't bear it, they would have to make a big plan, so they still need to continue to endure.

Strictly speaking, Rhodes' side can barely defend at the moment. Even at the most critical moment, Rhodes did not let the Battle Angel and the Magic Guide fleet appear, and even his own newly built hundred magic guide cannons did not fire a single cannon. At most, let Seven Love use her "Seven Hells" and "River of Brimstone" to fight against the onslaught of the undead.

Rhodes knows very well that the two sides are now competing for patience, and whoever runs out of patience first will surely lose. Collund was also cautious, and for ten days the cunning lich was focused on temptation, and he lost nearly 30,000 troops, but Rhodes showed nothing that Collund had not expected. But it would be wrong to say that Rhodes had nothing to lose.

Although Rhodes set the tone that the Holy Spear was in charge of most of it, and Seven Love and Little Bubblegum were in charge of the offense and defense, it was enough for Marlene and the others to lead the others to clean the city walls and prevent the undead from entering the fortress. But their losses were still increasing day by day, and by now, the number of dead had reached nearly a thousand, and Rhodes was sure that after the defense of the fortress was over, his private army would have to recruit again.

But that's not the problem, it's the most important thing......... Under the onslaught of the undead legions, they were tired.

This is Rhodes' biggest headache, morale, this thing can't be seen or touched, but the impact on the entire battle situation is getting bigger and bigger, the undead army doesn't need morale, they can fail and start over again and again, even if they are all annihilated, they will not be shaken. But humans are different, not to mention that the attack time of the undead legion is too anti-human. They all attack at night and rest during the day. Even with Rod's side, they have all become night owls, and you can imagine how much mental pressure it is for the soldiers to forcibly adjust their biological clocks and fight to the death every night to survive. The only thing that supported them now was victory after victory and the prestige of Rod, who had to rejoice that this era, despite its high hierarchy, was not without its benefits. It's good that his subordinates respect his status and identity as a commander, and they don't make any trouble with themselves because of this, otherwise, maybe what things will turn out of.

What Rhodes can do now is to put the Spirit Master and War Angel in charge of taking care of the soldiers, using their natural spiritual skills to heal and restore their strength, and then boost and boost the morale of his men with sumptuous food and rewards. But Rhodes is well aware that this is also limited.

Thinking of this, Rod glanced at Serena not far away, the new star mage of the Tour de France Association had long since lost his original neat and clean appearance at this time, and saw that the girl's silky hair had already condensed into a handful of them, and her white cheeks were full of mud and blood. The robe was also black and white, and the magic robe, which was originally worth a thousand gold, now looked like a beggar's outfit. And Serena herself has long since lost her original appearance, her eyes are half-closed, she looks drowsy, and she can't stop yawning, and the former style of Miss Qianjin has long disappeared without a trace.

War, there is nothing like a cruel war that can make people grow up at the fastest speed, although the repeated attacks of the undead army have put a lot of pressure on Rhodes' side, but Tokelund's blessing. They also have a very deep understanding of the various tactical combinations and understandings of the undead legions. This was the most important asset for Moon, after all, almost no one had experienced the undead army's wars before, let alone understood the various tactics of the undead army. And Colund obviously didn't expect that he would be used by Rhodes to take advantage of it, and the various tactics and troop combinations he was thinking about were the best background for Rhodes to teach and demonstrate the characteristics and tactical skills of the Night Nation on the spot. Thanks to Collund's "selfless" dedication and Rod's theories, almost all the soldiers in the fortress who fought against the undead already knew everything about the enemy they were going to face. Representatives of officers from the Banner of Glory and the Blade of Glory also privately told Rhodes that they had benefited a lot. It is certain that when these people return to their own legions, they will definitely be the most experienced. And the important person who knows the most about the undead.

"Miss Serena, Miss Serena?"

"Hmm............ Well?! Yes. Lord, my lord, is there something wrong? ”

Hearing Rod's call, Serena did not react immediately, on the contrary, she nodded. As if he was napping, he responded in a daze, and then he seemed to notice something, and raised his head in a trance, and after seeing Rod next to him, the eldest lady's face turned slightly red. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to arrange his hair, and then looked at Rod.

"You're tired, you should go and get some rest."

"Yes, thank you, lord, I'm just a little ..............."

"Oh, Serena, don't be reckless, everyone knows you can't hold it when you look at you."

At this moment, Frederick also walked by the side, his armor was also stained with blood, although after a night of fierce fighting, the young knight was able to show ease, he smiled and looked at his fiancée, looking up and down. Hearing Frederick's words, Serena frowned slightly and rolled her eyes angrily.

"Say no one, no one takes you for a dumb person, Frederick. But............ These undead are really tenacious, we've fought them off so many times, and they're still so tenacious........."

"They're not tenacious, they're just brainless, Miss Serena."

Rod shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"Alright, I suggest you go take a shower and rest afterwards, after all, we still have a lot to do tonight."

Good logistics is an important condition to ensure morale, in order to ensure morale, Rod gritted his teeth or took some money from his hands to build three hot spring baths in the camp and stronghold fortress and mage tower respectively (of course, men and women are separated) for everyone to use, through the underground hot springs in the nearby mountains to supply hot water, so that those bloody soldiers can enjoy a leisurely and comfortable environment in the battle, it is very important to relax. In addition, Rhodes also recruited a number of experienced chefs to cook delicious meals for them to ensure the enthusiasm of the people. I have to say that the effect of this trick is still good, but this is also because Rod is in the fortress. If you had fought against the undead army in the wilderness like this, I am afraid that it would have collapsed long ago.

Of course, this consumes a lot of ingredients, and Rod's system can help him build well, but it can't help him conjure food out of thin air, but Rhodes doesn't care, he asks Shanna to raise Lydia's orders to buy those fresh and fat ingredients in Deep Rock City and the entire Pafield Plains, and then transport them to the fortress through the portal. Of course, this will make some people unhappy, but Rhodes is not afraid that they will be unhappy. If their fortress is breached, they may not even be qualified to be unhappy.

And hearing Rod's words, Serena obviously had a relaxed expression on her face, there is no woman who does not love beauty, especially a daughter like Serena. It was fine in the middle of the battle, but every time she waited until the end of the fierce battle, looking at the blood stains on her face and the disgusting marks on her robes, coupled with the smell of dead bodies and decay, Serena felt like she was going to faint. If it weren't for the fact that she could comfortably go to the mage tower to take a hot bath and wash her body after every battle, Serena didn't know if she would be able to hold out for so long. As for those clothes, Serena didn't need to worry at all, the sea elves were the best servants, they would silently clean all the clothes and armor for the others, and let them face the new round of battles with a radiant face.

"Maybe you can wash with Frederick?"

Rod glanced at the young knight next to him. Speak. Hearing Rod's words, the young knight's eyes lit up and he whistled.

"That's a good idea, Serena, let's wash it together! What do you think?! ”

"Go wash it with those bone racks!"

Hearing Frederick's answer, Serena's face suddenly turned red, she glared at Frederick fiercely, stomped her foot hard, and then turned away. And in the face of the run on his fiancée. Frederick also did not change much, on the contrary. He grinned and gave Rhodes a not-so-formal military salute, then turned to follow Serena away, looking at him, obviously trying to make Rhodes' words a reality.

Looking at the two of them in the distance, Rod shook his head and made a small joke to make his already tired mood relax a little. At this moment, the sun had already peeked out from the other side of the horizon, and the brilliant sun shone on Rod's body, making him feel a little warm. But Rod didn't care about this, instead, he narrowed his eyes. Staring at the dark, gloomy realm of eternal night not far in front of him. Maybe the others didn't find out, but Rhodes was keenly aware that last night's battle was not strictly speaking, and even Rhodes found that the undead legion had a rare posture of preserving its strength. This made their attack look more like a harassment than a re-attempt at the pace of attacking, and the tactics of the Undead Legion last night were loose, a bit of a go-get-anywhere.

This means...............

"Are you ready? Collund? ”

Am I ready?

The lich sat on a stone chair and looked gloomily at the sand table in front of him, on which dense black flags were planted all over the front line, and the lich stretched out his thin fingers and gently flicked the flag in front of him, thinking about this problem. After so many days of probing, Collund thought he had all the information about the young human lord. It seems that the Holy Spear is indeed his only killer weapon, and in the face of his several changes in formation, this young lord has used the same means, and he has to admit that as a human, he has made correct judgments about the movements and reactions of the undead army. But Collund could also see that manpower was limited after all, and the human lord's response was very effective, but very limited. All he could do was rely on the Holy Spear's wide area to deliver the most powerful blow to the undead legions, while the others were in charge of the offcuts. It wasn't an unexpected tactic if it was just that, but to Coolund's surprise, the human lord had predicted the undead legion's movements so accurately, and each Holy Spear bombardment could accurately hit the core of the undead legion's condensed charge, causing them to return in vain.

Of course, this also has to do with the fact that Collund didn't send too many undead to attack each time. Since the first attack was frustrated, Collender has resettled the large force, and then used the small force to test the small force little by little, not only to test what other trump cards the other side has hidden, but also to test the bottom line of what the human can bear.

On several occasions, Collund felt that he had grasped what they could handle, but the young lord was so powerful that even if he was in a hurry, he could stabilize and reprepare for defense and attack in the first place. If he could, Collund also hoped to press again and again, and then completely crush the other party, but unfortunately, because Rod's ability to resist pressure far exceeded his expectations, Collund was forced to make a choice. Until now, he had lost nearly 50,000 people, leaving only 100,000 undead troops. And what will happen if you gradually increase the number of people and change tactics to harass the opponent as before? Although the human was a little embarrassed, his fortress was still held. So, how long will he be able to hold out?

If you lose another 50,000 undead army, what can you fight after that?

Collund was deep in thought, the fire elemental had been depleted, the portal could only withstand ten more jumps, and the troops that could be sacrificed in his hands had almost been sacrificed, and the rest were elite——— it had heard a lot of dissatisfaction with Burks and Duran's cautious approach. If they were to use their respective elites as bait and cannon fodder, the two would be unwilling.

Bone griffins and gargoyles also suffer varying degrees of attrition, and if Collund had a legion of half a million under his command, it would have the guts to do so. But now, only 100,000 of the 150,000 army remained............ The other party didn't show anything to surprise him............ Is it necessary for it to continue to probe the truth?

The answer, Collund's mind already has, but now, the lich is just looking for a reason to accept it.

Thinking of this, Collund stood up and walked out of the camp, and then, looking up, a large, pitch-black figure from the top of the mountain fell into its eyes.

"It's ............ tonight"

The lich whispered, a certain determination in its hoarse voice, and the soul fire in its eyes began to burn as if it were about to destroy everything. (To be continued......)