Seven hundred and fifty-four chapters silent ambush
"When fighting the undead, especially when fighting the Scourge Legion led by the Undead Lord, never follow the so-called 'common sense'. They can easily launch a surprise attack at a time and place you have never thought of. The rivers and oceans are their natural cover and biological restricted areas.
The snow-capped mountains are no hindrance to them, and the wind and sand in the desert will only affect their opponents' performance. Hey, that's true."
"What did the military strategist say?"
"Well, what the great military strategist Roland said was taken from my diary three hundred years ago."
This is still human territory. It seems that not only has the news been leaked, but the other party has also prepared a trap.
The piercing screams were still in my ears. The mages who had taken off their clothes and boots were in a mess. The panic of the others was understandable. After encountering a sneak attack by the enemy in the heavy rain, the situation was not good no matter how you looked at it.
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But Heloise and I continued to drink hot coffee and chat leisurely, with no intention of leaving the comfortable carriage.
This is not because we are confident that we can survive the undead attack without any damage, but as the rare necromancers here, we have almost judged the military strength sent by the opponent.
No matter how they hid it from our perception and detection before, when the attack actually started, the military strength could not be hidden. Under the eyes of the undead emperor-level soul, the low-level undead could not escape, and
Due to the soul command relationship between the mid-level and high-level undead over the low-level undead, it is a basic skill of a qualified undead lord to follow the clues to estimate the opponent's heavy strength.
Once entering a battle, the soul network used by the Undead Lord to command his subordinates will instantly expose his position.
Of course, he can also choose to hide, but the strength of the uncontrolled undead army will be extremely reduced.
"Six undead monarchs, three in the air, two following behind, and a stupid young man rushing in front, the total force is less than 20,000, more than 70% of which have just been transformed into skeletons and ghouls. This is a temptation.
It’s too obvious.”
The number of undead armies has always been bluffing. An army of one hundred thousand or one million. Other races have gathered together and ruined their fortunes. The undead can assemble millions at will.
But in contrast, the low-level troops are fragile. Without middle-level commanders, the Skeleton Sea is pure cannon fodder that can only consume the opponent's physical strength and magic power. If you challenge the legions of other races, it is best to bring more than ten times the number.
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"...The heavy rain still affects your perception. There is still one underground."
Hearing what Heloise said, I actually found it a little funny. I had sensed that one a long time ago. It was just that it was not counted as an enemy.
"That one should be a lurking death spider or something like that. Although it is indeed a good strategy to bury yourself first, wait for others to come to your door, and then float up to attack, but it seems that his luck is not very good...
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After hearing my words, Heloise continued to perceive with hesitation, and then sighed subtly.
The place where the lurker was buried is not far from us. It is the place where the dragoon phalanx passed by just now. The originally dug hole was trampled. Coupled with the pouring of rainwater and mud, it was then repeatedly trampled by the steamroller-like infantry phalanx.
After being crushed, he probably won't be able to get out at all.
And why do we know this?
"What a spineless junior. He started shouting for help before he even started fighting."
The unique soul fluctuations of the undead are spreading, and the trampled undead lord-level lurker is screaming for help. Perhaps he did not expect that when he dug a hole underground to lurk himself, he would encounter a phalanx of steamrollers passing by.
However, he still had to wait for his companions to surround him, so he could only endure the pain and watch the guys above his head pass by and step on them one by one.
At about that time, he must have been in a very complicated mood.
Even if we enter a state of war, our side is still relatively relaxed.
The rain outside was really heavy, and the sound of water droplets hitting the ground was heard all over the city. Except for the occasional explosion, not even the sound of weapons clashing, or the commander's roar that should have been heard, could not be heard at all.
The rain was so heavy that the field of vision was less than 50 meters, and the sound could not be heard clearly. At this time, the commander no longer had to rely on the quality of the individual soldiers.
In a sense, fortunately, our opponents are undead legions, and they can be easily distinguished from each other. Otherwise, it is very likely to accidentally kill friendly troops. But from another perspective, if the opponent is not undead, he will not pick this point in time.
Carry out an attack.
The ears and eyes are blocked, the command system is paralyzed, and no matter how organized the legion is, they can only fall into a situation of fighting on their own.
On the other side, most of the undead do not use the five senses to perceive the world. Their command system is the language of the soul and will not be affected by heavy rain at all.
I can sense that the Royal Dragoons on the front line have been fighting against the Undead Legion, but the heavy rain has blocked all perception. Unless we get closer to investigate the situation, we can only passively wait for the results.
The "silent" fighting was going on. In the luxurious carriage we were in, the marshals looked at each other and finally sat down, but no one planned to go out alone for rescue.
Heavy rain will also cause trouble to the mage. There may be errors in spell-casting and spell-casting movements, but the most terrible thing is the extreme decrease in perception. Under the premise of being ambushed, the danger level skyrockets.
It is one thing to worry that the heavy rain will give assassins an opportunity. Simply not wanting to work for Emperor Tiber and risking his life is the fundamental reason.
Each country has its own rules for the use of spell casters, but generally speaking, spell casters will not manage military affairs, and even if they lead troops, they will be accompanied by a full-time officer.
Only when he needs the help of magic power will he "ask the master for help", which shows the substantial relationship between the two parties.
Moreover, the Kingdom of Mage and I are both guest troops, so taking action without the master's request violates the unspoken rules of joint operations.
Now for these masters of the country of mages to take action, I am afraid that Bayer would have to send people to invite them personally, but Bayer did not think that sending people over would be the same thing. Emperor Bayer did not want to lose face and ask allies to take action, which is also a very possible reason.
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The melee outside was still going on, and I was still trying to sense the situation outside. Those mages continued to play whatever they were doing before, and they just went about their business.
But this time, they obediently put on their magic robes, picked up their magic staffs, and were ready to go into battle at any time.
"One is missing."
And soon, in my perception, after a burst of magic, a gargoyle lord in the sky became a thing of the past.
"Dragon Breath? It's just a group of skeletons. Bayer has already dispatched multiple dragon knights?"
Looking at the heavy rain outside, I was a little worried. If such a good ambush time was not a coincidence, there might be something really wrong here. (To be continued.)
