The light rain fell, but tens of minutes later, it turned into a heavy downpour. This was weather that neither the offensive nor defensive sides wanted to encounter, but in general, the undead still had the advantage.
For the siege party, the reinforcements that may arrive will arrive later, and the siege soldiers will also be affected by the heavy rain, but in fact the impact is not significant.
For the defenders, the weather is undoubtedly even more disgusting. With such heavy rain, an ordinary siege party would have taken a break long ago. After all, the weather is still quite cold now. If it rains violently again,
Even a strong man in his prime cannot bear the sweat and cold caused by activities, and it is entirely possible for a frail person to get seriously ill.
Even just the coldness in the heavy rain and the discomfort caused by the lack of vision can seriously affect the morale of the human side.
The most basic common sense of battlefield commanders is that they must march or fight in wet and heavy rain unless absolutely necessary. Otherwise, not only will the combat effectiveness at the time be seriously compromised, but the post-war treatment will become very, very troublesome, and the overall combat effectiveness will also be reduced.
Great reduction.
Compared to the living who are restricted by the environment, the dead are much better off.
The undead will not get sick. Although they will hate the heavy rain that wets their weapons and affects their vision, their movements will be slowed down. They may even look for their washed away eyes and teeth in the ditches on the ground.
, but it will not be impossible to fight because of heavy rain.
"Damn it, how long will this rain last?"
It’s not that I’m bothered by the fact that I’ll be trapped in the war. For me, as long as the final result is acceptable, the process doesn’t matter.
The power of my men and I is limited, and we do not intend to become all-inclusive nannies. Since those contracted heroes have the consciousness of paying for gains, they must also have the consciousness of dying in battle. I have no intention of doing so.
Why interfere more... In fact, it is impossible to interfere. After all, there are countless battlefields in this world. The war in the future will gradually escalate. After a certain period of time, even demigods can wholesale. If every point is taken into consideration, it will be tiring.
There is no way to die.
Since I hope that these "sons of the plane" and "candidate heroes" can grow up quickly, I shouldn't interfere too much. The real strong man must fight through life and death. Unless it is an inevitable ending, I will not
Planning to intervene in this war.
And the reason why they came was because of the commission from Samantha and the others, and the reason why they came to reduce the strength of the undead was because they just wanted to do an experiment...
"Roland, do you know that it's ugly for a man to be arrogant..."
The dead cat's vomiting was ignored. I would not be a bitch enough to take the initiative to be the nanny of a young boy. What bothers me now is that the heavy rain interrupted my experimental plan. It makes me feel even more unhappy.
"...Is there any way to disperse the rain and fog?"
"No, I'm not an Archdruid. They are good at controlling the weather. Don't you have a Storm Eagle under your command? Let him try."
Although it was an expected answer, it was still very disappointing.
As long as they are prepared, mages are indeed omnipotent, but only if they are adequately prepared. At least I know that the mages in the Cloud Tower have the ability to control the weather around the city, but they must have the help of auxiliary facilities and the mage tower, and
Super range spells related to weather are also a large category of forbidden spells, but they also require at least a demigod mage and enough chanting time.
But Heloise is still just a gold-level mage (a magic pet cannot surpass its master). Even if there is any method, it cannot be used without basic strength, but it is rare to catch her pain, and I will not let her go.
of.
"Tch, it's really useless. You mean Storm Eagle? Let's not mention that he has already gone to the capital of Bayer. Even if he is here, there is nothing a legendary Druid can do about this situation."
"Huh, it's not like you're dragging me down with your uselessness. Then, let's start the 'war' in advance."
"Wouldn't that make it a premature baby? I still hope that it can obtain enough soul nutrition during the war, no!"
"...You should also have the means to change the weather."
"Yes, it is possible to turn a heavy rain into a blizzard. Maybe the heavy snowfall in spring will still make headlines, but what will happen after that? Does it just depend on who freezes to death first? I think among all species, there is no need to eat or drink.
The pain-sensing undead will definitely win the race for survival."
Well, one person and one cat looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and it was determined. It seemed that there was no way to reverse the situation.
"boom!"
Suddenly a burst of thunder sounded, but strangely it originated from the ground, and a burst of thunder shot from the ground to the sky and penetrated the dark clouds.
"boom!"
After the continuous explosions, thunder and lightning overflowed, but then, after the shock of distance, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and everything became calm.
This is obviously an unnatural result, but...
"It's weird, that's not the camp of the undead? Did some undead boss drive away the dark clouds? They are seeking their own death."
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Although it is the general headquarters of the undead army, it is still just a few temporary low-level ziggurats. In the messy camp, there is a two-story white small bungalow that is particularly attractive.
There are flowers and plants, and servants are waiting on you.
Ince was patiently arranging the flowers and plants, and while Hallet still maintained the posture of throwing the spear, seemingly eager to try again, the real owner of the place burst in.
"Two adults! What are you..."
Although he deliberately kept his tone calm, the old ghoul's faces became entangled, and at this moment, he was really annoyed to the extreme.
It's no wonder why he was angry. He had a bad hand and finally encountered a God-given opportunity, but it was directly ruined by the people on his side. Even a saint would be angry and break the precepts, not to mention that he was definitely not the one in the first place.
The good guy's undead king.
But he put his hand halfway out, not because he didn't want to get angry, but because there was nothing he could do about getting angry. The fundamental problem was that he absolutely couldn't beat him and he didn't dare to offend him at all.
Both Titans are just the incarnation of will, similar to the incarnation of divine power of gods. The power they can exert is limited, but the weakest is the bottleneck demigod in the world. Let alone Lord David. Even another undead emperor would not be sure of victory.
If the elemental tide rises and the bottleneck is raised again, no one can tell how powerful the Titans will be and to what extent they can achieve in the main plane except those old guys from ancient times.
In order to win this war, in order to gain the trust and favor of the undead emperors, he risked everything. These days, he even paid no attention to the cost to greet these two ultimate "aces".
Tired of the march? Okay, we can carry them in sedans. If the undead smell bad, let's capture some humans to carry them. What? Don't want dirty men? Okay, let's capture young women.
Do you think the house is dirty and messy? Well, alchemists and mages are dispatched, death knights work as coolies, high-level earth-specialized lichs work as masons, and hundreds of years old artists work as chief designers. It not only has a warm pastoral style, but also
It has a modern minimalist art style.
It is simply a perfect work of art. It comes with the bungalow. There is also a century-old housekeeper from a certain royal family, a team of banshee servants (possessed elves), and a skeleton violinist (the undead lord, the master of art in those days).
One, one gardener.
Do you think the surroundings are too noisy? OK, our army will get out of the way to give you two some space, and we will also build a special soundproof wall.
Are you talking about lack of vitality? Well, the undead army went out in full force and finally captured a number of beasts (only one silver lion remained, which became Hallett's pet). They also planted flowers and plants around the house, and did a good job of greening and cleaning.
...Is this still the evil undead that makes the living talk about it? Where did this ace servant come from?
"This is not asking for help from foreign aid. It's like asking for two dads."
But at this point, David knew that even his father could only endure it. He had no way out, and there was an abyss behind him.
"You, you...what do you two adults mean? Did Dawei not take good care of him? Did he make the two adults dissatisfied?"
He tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and eventually it turned into a calmer inquiry. But when it came to the last few words, he still couldn't suppress the tone, and the inquiry turned into a question, and his dissatisfaction was palpable.
"flower."
"flower?"
"It's really a stupid undead, what Brother Ince meant, the rain has blocked the sun and the flowers can't bloom."
“##￥……&.”
If I had to use words to describe Dawei's mood at this moment, I could probably only use this string of garbled characters. At that moment, inexplicable grievances gathered in his eyes. It was really too miserable for an undead king to get to this point.
, if he still had tear ducts, he would definitely have cried.
He has vaguely seen his future. Perhaps, in the end, he will still be able to go down in history, but not as the heir to Esso and the wise man that he dreamed of, but as the stupidest undead king who will be infamous for thousands of years.
Born from a low-level demon ghost, he worked hard for thousands of years, but in the end, he only got this ending.
But Hallet walked over with a smile and patted the old monster on the shoulder.
"We're tired of staying outside. It's time to leave. By the way, let's keep this house and find two dragons to drag it with us. Maybe we will use it next time we meet again..."
At this moment, all the features of the old demon ghost were twisted together. He had never hated a person so much. He was roaring and swearing in his heart, but he was also hesitating whether to hold his thigh and beg the other person to stay. This was already the last time.
A life-saving straw!
Finally, it seemed that he had played with the other party so hard that even Ince couldn't stand it anymore.
"...Aren't they just a few little things? We will destroy this city before we leave."
"Brother Ince is just soft-hearted, hehe, you despicable undead, if you still dare to deceive the descendants of the earth next time, let us be your thugs. Maybe before destroying you and your legion, we will let you taste what it means to
The wrath of the Titans will make you wail in hell for thousands of years."
The soft-spoken narration finally turned into a roar of thunder. Amidst the thunder and lightning, the Thunder Giant returned to the world, and his eyes filled with lightning were already staring at the nearby Oak City.
"Little ones, come and play with me."
But at this time, the demon lord was already lying on the ground. He couldn't bear the change from great sadness to great joy. At this time, he was lying on the ground like a similar ghoul, sticking out his tongue and breathing. The image of wisdom accumulated over the years was ruined. Once.
The big man also has great wisdom. Compared with the Titans who have accumulated tens of thousands of years of scheming, the old undead can only be regarded as an amateur. Only then did he realize that the two Titans were teasing him from the beginning to the end, and all his scheming had probably been taken away. It was treated as a joke, and the so-called undead closest to Esso was probably just a joke.
But when he saw the super giant reaching the Tianzhu, which in his mind was basically invincible, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"At least, I can destroy Oak Town and pay my respects to the Undead Emperor." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels!
