The militiamen took advantage of the lull in the fighting to hurriedly repair and strengthen the damaged walls. According to the instructions, they even smeared a thick layer of wet mud on the wooden walls, and then dug a trench outside the walls. The trebuchets that had been transported were also stacked
Stand aside and prepare to set it up later.
The danger is just a few hundred meters away from them.
Shambling broken figures left the shadows of the ruins and rocks and began to gather. They stood sluggishly, staring at the barriers guarded by the living with their shining green eye sockets.
All the living corpses near Raven's Cemetery seemed to have been mobilized, with only a few scattered ones walking aimlessly on the plains farther away. After the beings who had not shown up so far found that the hasty attack was useless, they began
Concentrate your forces and prepare to launch a zombie tide that will devour everything.
"Tell me about your plan," Ophelia said, "This place is still three miles away from the tomb, far beyond the range of the trebuchet, and the troops and building materials in the camp are not enough to extend the defense line.
What are you going to do next?”
Griffith observed the enemy's actions, pointed to the distance and said to his companions:
“See that crystal tower to the northeast over there?
"As Ophelia said, it can be seen from the flow of psychic energy ripples that these buildings are mostly the center of the black mud extending to the east and south and transporting energy. We set up a trebuchet in the camp and struck it from a distance.
them."
Everyone looked there together and found that there was indeed a black tower with green light in the distance.
"This thing does seem to be an important facility, but the distance is too far, half a mile, right?" Midianmaiya made a rough calculation, "This is almost the limit of the trebuchet's range, and it is impossible for the militia's shots to hit it.
middle."
“It’s better if you miss!”
Griffith laughed and drew a sketch on the ground with his sword:
"If we demolish it in a few moments, the cultists will definitely feel heartbroken, but that's it. If we fire a round of fire every once in a while, the meaning of the barrier and shelling will become a sharp sword hanging over the heads of the cultists.
They will definitely find ways to eliminate this threat.
“Our supplies and time are limited, and we will not adopt a slow-advance strategy. However, this is not the case from the enemy’s perspective.
"There is a leader on the cult side who is familiar with the tactics of Beyelan's army. I even suspect that Saffirion has defected to the enemy. He is an experienced knight. His situation is unknown and contact has been cut off.
"We transported by river, and the sudden appearance here has greatly surprised the enemy. From a tactical point of view, the barrier on the river bank is indeed a potential threat to the tomb. They will definitely see us establishing a strong position.
They will prevent us from using Bijeran's traditional tactics and solid barriers to step by step pressure on the tomb chamber nest, or cover the slow advance of the trebuchets.
“Soon, the main force of the living corpses in this area will gather. The cult group once lost a nest due to my attack, and there are commanders who are familiar with our army’s tactics and will not let our barrier exist.”
“Are we going to hold on here?” Lanzada asked.
"Hold on, that's it. We have to thwart another enemy attack and kill a few leaders. In this way, the cult will know how powerful we are and be forced to stop to reorganize the army and wait for reinforcements," Griffiths
Said, "Then, Lanzada, you and the militia will stay, continue to strengthen the position to delay, and conduct shelling from time to time.
“During this period, the four of us will hide and rush towards the direction of the tomb, where defenses will inevitably be empty. We will attack the leader of the undead creatures and destroy their command center.
After hearing this plan, everyone fell silent for a moment.
"You are too brave. Even if there is no defense in that tomb, there may still be a Sequence 6 monster guarding it," Ophelia shook her head, "But if there are only four of us, we can retreat quickly even if the battle is unfavorable. If we can kill it
Sequence 6 will be a big gain, I agree."
“I also agree,” Amber said, “We should try our best to draw out the undead officers and eliminate them in the next round of battle to reduce the defensive pressure on the militia.”
Miles Maier thought for a while: "I have no objection. The purpose of the barrier is to contain and consume the zombie tide. Our real target is the enemy's command center."
Seeing that no one had any objections, Griffith got on his horse and deployed the streamer shield for defense.
"The second round of attacks will come soon. I will delay their attack and lure the leader of the cultists to appear. Once I shake my spear or sword, it means that the time has come. Please support me."
Griffith put down his visor, nodded to his comrades, leapt on his horse and rushed out of the barrier with a gun.
He crossed the open space between the two armies and approached the group of corpses. The gathering living corpses immediately turned around and surrounded them in a circle.
Griffith raised his three-meter lance and stabbed at the living corpses. One blow penetrated through four or five rotting bodies. The cavalry rushed through the group of corpses and forcibly stepped out of the swirling icy light.
the way.
The tide of corpses that rushed towards him was crushed head-on by iron hooves. Griffith kept controlling the speed and direction of his horse, pulling to the flanks while spinning his lance to knock down the approaching living corpses.
The living corpses that were still gathering moved like an avalanche, densely surrounding them from all sides.
Griffith took them in a few circles and then fled towards his own position. The undead creatures that were still gathering were chasing him in groups. Several powerful auras also showed traces.
An acid monster came over from the side. The carrion all over its body was trembling, and it sprayed acid as it ran. The green acid attached to the body of the living corpse, and hissed smoke emitted as soon as it touched the body.
, Crazy corrosion.
However, even if this monster broke its legs, it could not catch up with the cavalry and was soon left far behind.
The power of this acid monster is good, but its movement speed is too slow and is not worth mentioning in front of the regular army. Griffith commented in his heart, not caring about the threat of slow speed.
Griffith felt ready to use his horse speed to quickly distance himself from the group of corpses, and prepared to attack again from a different angle near the barrier. Suddenly, he felt a cold, sticky breath begin to surge in the air around him, and then
, a group of dark green mist gradually formed, quickly condensing into water droplets floating in the air.
Five figures of cultists in black robes suddenly appeared in this green mist. The moment they appeared, Griffith felt unusually blocked and stiff all over his body, as if he and his war horse were being held back.
Invisible chains are generally binding.
The spellcaster among the cultists finally couldn't hold it any longer and launched an attack himself. The acid monster took the opportunity to close the distance and was about to explode around him.
Acolytes of the cultists, very good, just waiting for you! Griffith immediately shook his lance.
Ophelia raised her strong bow on the arrow tower and shot a ray of silver light, which penetrated the acid monster's thigh and knocked it to the ground. The monster that had been ready to attack exploded with a "bang".
The acid splashed onto the skeletons and zombies behind, corroding a large area of them.
Griffith glanced at the acid liquid in the sky, mobilized his blood energy, and the stagnant power immediately disappeared.
A golden flash of light has already cut into the left side of the battlefield and rushed towards the position of the acolyte.
Amber deliberately made a large circle, using her high-speed maneuvers to avoid the large number of living corpses, and suddenly appeared near an acolyte.
Seeing that they were about to be attacked, the acolytes collectively stopped, wands suddenly appeared in their skinny hands, and the belts and accessories on their robes also burst into bursts of light, forming a high-speed chanting spell.
Amber immediately felt that her actions had become extremely jerky, as if she had been trapped in an invisible quagmire and was unable to move forward.
However, this state only lasted for a short two seconds before losing its effect.
Mediamaia was approaching quickly. He carried a large shield on his shoulders, and every step he took was as flawless as a rock. His imposing manner was as majestic as an infantry formation advancing layer by layer.
As he advanced, his armor flashed with red blood light. This light was vaguely connected to Amber, and it actually dispelled the spell that trapped her.
Amber, who broke free from control, swung out an attack. The golden thunderbolt struck like a long knife, and the head of the acolyte who was attacked flew out together with his robe.
The cultists who were attacked suddenly twisted and twitched under their cloaks. Three of them crawled down from their human standing postures and pounced on them on all fours like wild beasts.
Their hidden figures expanded rapidly, and pieces of deformed flesh and bone spurs protruded outwards and tore their robes apart, revealing their completely distorted corpse faces. One of them had a triangular head like a jackal, and his hands were already like the limbs of a wild beast.
It also mutated, growing sharp claws, and its movement speed accelerated to an inhuman level in an instant.
The bodies of the other two cultists swelled rapidly like water-filled balloons. One grew four huge arms, and the other spewed acid from the cracks in his flesh.
Three of these four cultists actually mutated into ghouls, suture monsters and acid monsters! Their size is far larger than that of their kind, and their psychic aura is even better.
The remaining acolyte waved his wand and disappeared in the smoke in an instant.
The ghoul was extremely fast, following Amber's flickering figure with a rustling of footsteps.
Are you going to deal with us separately? Griffith, who was galloping, raised his hand and shouted to everyone: "Fight each of us and smash them."
As soon as he finished speaking, Amber was wrapped in a silver-white ice shield and stopped. Just as she stood still, the ghoul's claws were already whizzing towards her.
The blow was blocked by the ice shield. Amber blocked the ghoul's attack and twisted its arm off with a backhand twist. She was about to break the monster's neck when suddenly a huge force pushed the ghoul's arm away.
Pulled it out of her hand.
The Stitch Monster threw the chain from a distance, accurately hooked the ghoul and pulled it back from danger.
At the same time, the acid monster squatted down with its head in hand, its hands and feet holding its curly body, and rolled towards Amber like a meat ball. It was huge and rolled extremely quickly, making a loud rumbling sound and sprinkling green acid all the way.
Liquid. Those acidic liquids splashed on the black mud and rotting corpses, and immediately emitted foul-smelling and irritating smoke.
Griffith was blocking the surging tide of corpses. He couldn't help his companions for a while, and watched the acid flesh ball rolling towards Amber and Midianmaia.
“Amber, take cover behind me,” Mediamaea whispered, raising his shield to face the rolling balls of flesh, standing as tall as a mountain, “I count to three, and it will explode.”
“Its acid can corrode metal.” Amber glanced at the rolling monster in surprise.
Before she could finish her words, there was an explosive roar in the air. An arrow flew out from the arrow tower in the distance and headed straight for the acid monster.
This arrow was dim and dull, and it seemed slow at first sight. However, the arrow shaft turned into fly ash and smoke dissipated on its own during flight, leaving only a wolf-like black arrow that continued to accelerate, penetrating the air and creating a vortex.
of cyclone.
The huge acid monster was rolling towards it with an astonishing momentum that filled the field of vision. The black arrow suddenly pierced its swollen carrion. The swollen body actually made violent fluctuations like waves.
Suddenly, the acid monster's body collapsed, as if it had been drained of body fluids and gases, and its folds shriveled up.
“Get down!” Midianmaea shouted, holding the big shield with both hands and kneeling down on one knee.
A deafening explosion struck immediately, and the overwhelming acid sprayed towards the black earth. The living corpses running nearby were caught in the explosion and turned into pieces together.
It took a while for the ringing in the ears and the shaking of the earth to subside. Medianmaia raised his shield and stood up steadily, shook his body to shake off the dust and broken limbs, and then said slowly: "Three."