"Because you received the news that another station has been destroyed, that's why you're going to do it now, right?"

Cervantes held his dragon head high and looked at the undead monarch standing not far from the city wall, the corners of his mouth grinning into a wicked smile.

He stood on the wall, folded his huge wings, and pressed all his weight on the wall, but the wall stood still, and became one, like a mountain range falling from the sky, between the two mountains.

Beneath the city walls, a broad avenue rushed into the distance, the smoothest road between the Kingdom of Kurt and the Duchy of Sorrowful Winds, the only place where armies could walk side by side, not easy to defend but not easy to attack.

In the rest of the places, the roads are difficult to march, and only this place can be used for the army to move forward.

Therefore, as early as the old duke's time, it was heavily guarded, and now, most of the resources will be tilted towards this side.

After several renovations, reinforcements, and constructions, the fortress has become a monstrous beast crawling in the middle of the mountains, and anyone and party visiting from the kingdom of Kurt will pass through the throat of this behemoth, and the great beast will swallow the wicked who pass through it.

However, since he caught a demon cultist in Winder City, Cervantes knew that the fortress of their principality could not stop all the wicked people, and this point needed to be supervised and improved in the future.

On the other side of the avenue stood a low mound, a mound made of rotting flesh and bones, and dirt.

And on the top of the low hill, a huge throne of white bones stood tall, and on top of the throne, a king sat at the end.

Cervantes' frenzied gaze fell on the undead monarch through the wind and snow, and he saw one hand lightly resting on the armrest, and the other hand propped up against the right side of his face, as if resting.

But he was an empty skeleton, with no flesh on his white bones, two dark green soul fires floating in his empty eyes, and a gorgeous robe that shone with magical brilliance, this was another lich.

The low mound beneath the throne was the 'Grave Demon' he had cultivated, a monstrous monstrous corpse that could even be seen wriggling if you looked closely.

And on the body of the corpse demon, there is also a bone dragon, even if it is far away, Cervantes can feel that the bone dragon should be a green dragon before death, even if the flesh has decayed, but it still exudes a 'corrupt' atmosphere.

Behind the Undead Monarch was an army of shadowy dead, the aura of death infecting the trees around them, causing them to wither away in just a few minutes.

In front of the Corpse Demons, there were already a number of undead who had broken through the snow and were walking towards them, and there were only a few minutes left before the city walls, at their speed.

The cannon roared beside the black dragon, and the soldiers fighting in the fierce storm and snow filled the cannonball into the magazine again and again to the hoarse roar of the officers, and slammed the button to let the cannonball shoot.

The cannonballs blew up the undead who were walking through the snow, but they were already dead, and even if they were mutilated, they could still move on!

Under the command of the high-level undead, the low-level undead bypassed the low hill under the throne and continued to fill the battlefield shaped like a meat grinder in front of them.

These undead spirits, forcibly evoked by the undead monarch, are not afraid of death, for they have no wisdom to speak of, they can crawl with their hands when their legs are broken, they can squirm when their hands are broken, and they will roll tirelessly towards the city that their monarch has ordered them to conquer with only one head left.

The howls of the wind could not contain their roars, as if an endless army of the undead were walking on foot, but with every step they fell, there would be an explosion.

The mangled bodies flew around with the impact of the explosion, perhaps landing on the army behind them, knocking several of their compatriots to the ground, and then being run over by the other undead, and if they didn't die again, they would have risen again and followed the army.

Some would be blown in the direction of the city walls, thrown down on the snow, and get up again, or simply crawl forward.

As the army of the undead approached, the officers' faces had become extremely ugly, and in this case, they had to shout a command: "Molotov cocktails!"

In this kind of heavy snowfall, incendiary bombs are useless and will be extinguished after a while, but now they can only do so in the pursuit of maximum damage.

The fire burned in the snow, and countless corpses were dragged into the flames, not insensitive, but resentful.

They hate all who live, they hate death, but they are not afraid to die again.

From the first day they came to this world, the undead were going to gnaw at the flesh and blood of the living, suck the essence of the living, drag everything in this world into 'death', and turn all living creatures into their companions.

“...... The reason why you chose to attack at this time is because of the destruction of another camp, although it is only a 'front' to confuse people's ears, but it is also a 'switch'. ”

In the face of everything, Cervantes did not panic, nor was he angry, he was extremely calm, his presence, his calmness could make these soldiers who were fighting fearless, and the reason why they were able to fight without distraction was because their lord stood behind them-

Inheriting the blood of the old duke, the lord who can kill the gods is standing behind them!

Cervantes could guarantee that even if he spoke softly, his voice would still reach the skeleton.

"As long as our men destroy that camp, you will act immediately, you dare not set foot in the territory of the principality, because you know that in this land, I dare to confront the gods head-on, so you can only give up this tempting option and choose to attack head-on......"

The soldiers were busy, but there were still a few reservists who looked at their lord suspiciously, wondering what he was talking about now.

"I also know that you are doing this to hold me back!"

Speaking of this, Cervantes couldn't help but grin the corners of his mouth again, "Your purpose is actually Sera!"

"All this, even this scourge is just a 'front', your real purpose is to kill Sera, right?!"

The roar of the black dragon echoed over the battlefield, awakening countless soldiers who were fighting, and they were dumbfounded, looking at the sea of undead in front of them, forgetting that they were in the middle of the battlefield.

The target of these undead ...... Is it a maid grown?!

The maid who treated them so well that they really lived a good life?

"So what?" the Undead Monarch rose from his throne and picked up the staff he had at his hand, and the bone dragon prostrate at his feet raised its head with it.

There was a hint of 'desolation' in his voice, and the ancient undead raised their staffs, and the low hills under their feet began to tremble, and the high-ranking undead standing on the low hills jumped down one after another and joined the battlefield.

"My mission is indeed to hold you back, because I can't kill you. But now that this is the case, what else do you want to say?"

The bone dragon flapped its wings and flew high, and the corpse demon stood up from the ground 'trembling', shaking off countless snows.

The Undead Monarch pointed his staff at the fortress in front of him, and let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth: "You can't leave here now, 'they' have already set up the 'Forbidden Demon Enchantment' to wait for you, and your wife is already dead!!"

"Isn't that what I want?!"

However, at this moment, Cervantes suddenly laughed maniacally, "Because Lao Tzu has not been here since the beginning!!"

Before the soldiers and the Undead Monarch could react to what was going on, the next moment, the huge black dragon disappeared from their sight.

The wind suddenly stopped, and the girl with the staff in hand appeared before them.

The girl smiled and said softly, "The 'Forbidden Demon Enchantment' has been activated, and the projection has been terminated......"

"Bone frame, surprise, your enemy is me, Serena Howling Wind!"

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