rune hunter

Chapter 369 Holy Water
The noble children who were still arrogant and domineering after being captured all changed their attitudes overnight. For example, Mahler of Bambolo, not only did not hold grudges, but volunteered to become a leading party, selling his father and family fiefs. .Of course, what prompted them to change their attitude could not be some soft policy, but the death threat from the undead.

On the second day after defeating the Kingdom Guards, they encountered deserters from the Sixth Army of the South who had retreated from the adjacent line of defense, and the undead army that followed.According to the confessions of these deserters, while the undead army was approaching Sword Castle, the territory of Earl Kemal, the spiritual pillar of the entire southern defense line, was captured, and endless undead flooded the entire southern defense line.

"According to the information, the undead behind us are from the 'Death Cult' formed by the Cursed Sect, and the banner of the troops currently fighting the Sixth Legion is 'Black Blade'. The source of this information is actually us humans The upper-level commander of the army, and the numbers of the undead troops that have been able to be determined have reached more than ten."

El sat on the improvised line of defense, carrying the marching map looted from the Royal Guard Command Post, curled his lips and said to himself, "I'm only getting scared now, what did you do?"

On the gallows behind him, in just half a day, the suspected criminals captured by Ron were hung.The sect of the curse has been developing secretly in the Kingdom of Auckland for more than 20 years.Under the deliberate indulgence of the Truth Society, their tentacles spread almost all over the kingdom.The northern region, where the two major warlords of Timberwolves and White Lions were seated, was able to fall so quickly, thanks to the minions of the Lord of Death.

As the most respected elder in Bumbler, Ron knows everything about this town like the back of his hand, even better than the local lord Viscount Sachiko, who knows the amount of taxes in his territory, and this is Viscount Sachiko The reason for his existence cannot be tolerated.And when this "stubborn old man" returned to Bamblore, he immediately set off a bloodbath in the city.

Old Ron was not only stubborn, but also acted decisively. With the support of the black knight, he searched the manors of the three minor nobles without hesitation, and arrested nearly twenty suspects who were involved with the Sect of the Damned in one fell swoop.During this process, hundreds of casualties were caused by resisting arrest.

But Ron knew that the young general wouldn't care about these trivial issues, and he didn't even care whether there were innocent people among the suspects.

Since ancient times, all real soldiers are killing machines that only care about results.

"My lord, all the cursed believers in Bambolo have been cleaned up. All the residents will start to evacuate tomorrow morning. Some young and middle-aged residents strongly request to stay and participate in the battle to defend their hometown. Please forgive me for being a good idea. Agree to their request." Ron walked slowly behind El on crutches and said in a deep voice.

The corner of the old man's clothes was still stained with blood, but the fortitude on his face did not waver in the slightest.

"You should dispose of those corpses as soon as possible. Maybe burning them is a good idea. I don't want to see them climb up from the ground again under the call of their master." El pointed back to those hanging on the gallows said the corpse.

"You don't have to worry, I think the Lord of Death won't waste his divine power on these youngsters." Ron shook his head, climbed to the top of the defense line, looked around with a worried face, and couldn't help saying: "Master General, Please forgive me, the line of defense you have built is too thin..."

The word "thin" is already a relatively euphemistic term that Ron can think of. In fact, this endless line of defense on both sides can only be called an earthen wall at best.El ordered the demolition of all stone buildings including the lord's mansion, cut down all the trees around the city, piled up a prototype that looked like a wall, and then poured the river mud dug from the river to become Now this messy line of defense.

Although the urgency of time is also an objective factor, the line of defense under the two people's feet is obviously defenseless at this time. It is only less than two meters high, and any farmer can climb up it with bare hands.Perhaps its only advantage is that it has sufficient length. Before Ron arrived, this line of defense had been extended to both sides for a distance of nearly one kilometer from the center of Bamblore, all the way to the foot of the distant hill.

What Ron knew more clearly was that even with the full strength of the Royal Guards and the Sixth Army, it was impossible to defend such a long line of defense.

"Mr. Ron, you must be thinking at this moment, what is the point of me building this line of defense." El raised his head, saw Ron's worried expression, and chuckled softly: "But I believe you also know that when a sword castle After the fall of Heshalin and Shalin, the southern plains are completely defenseless."

"Thousands of years ago, the ancestors founded the country here, and there is no danger to defend it. It's a pity that the southern nobles have lost the glory of their ancestors." Ron sighed heavily and smiled wryly.

"Mr. Ron, I have also heard about your early experiences. Since you know something about the Cult of the Damned, can you give us some advice on the war?" El smiled as if he hadn't heard the question. asked Ron.

"If you want to ask for my opinion, then I can only tell you that such a line of defense cannot withstand the charge of the black knights. Although you also ordered the river to be widened, the undead will never lack cannon fodder troops. They will Pave the road with dead bodies to make up for all the terrain problems." Ron pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice.

"I have fought head-on with the black knights, and frankly speaking, their strength generally does not exceed the bronze rank. Before they have gathered to a large scale, they will not pose a threat to us." El waved his hand and said: "What really matters to me It's the marching speed of the Death Order, and those cursed believers driving the zombies and skeletons are able to bite us tightly. This is completely different from the undead I have seen..."

"Unless they spare no expense to build a psychic tower all the way, that's impossible." Ron thought about it carefully, and resolutely rejected it: "Although those undead claim to be sleepless, they are actually low-level soldiers like zombies and skeleton soldiers. It is impossible for cannon fodder troops to march for a long time. The necromancer can drive the army forward, but his mana is not endless. When he rests, his troops must also rest, otherwise the power of death in the body of the undead Not enough to support their activities."

"According to the intelligence sent back by our troops in the rear, the undead scout troops that have been biting behind us are a mixed force composed of arch lizards, black knights, ghouls, and gargoyles. Their mobility is no less than that of our cavalry troops. " El took out a piece of broken armor from his pocket, handed it to Ron and asked, "I don't know if you have any impression of the undead army with this logo?"

Ron took the piece of armor and carefully looked at the emblem engraved on it, with a trace of caution in his eyes.He hesitated for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "I do have an impression of this emblem, and it can be said to be a deep impression-it is the symbol of the "Shadow" Legion under the Archbishop of the Damned Sect, Leocus. If it is then As far as the legion is concerned, it is indeed possible to come and go like the wind... But the problem is that the army was buried with their master 20 years ago, this is what I have seen with my own eyes."

"For the undead, resurrection is not a trouble, right?" El said puzzled.

"No, that army has indeed been wiped out." Ron said with certainty: "We spent half a year in the final decisive battle to eliminate the breath of death, and we watered every inch of the land with holy water..."

"Holy water? What holy water?" El's eyes lit up, and he grasped the key words keenly.

"That's the holy water made by the paladins of the Hand of Justice back then. In fact, it's very simple to say. As long as the priests hold the water container and pray to the gods, the clear water can be made holy. Holy water of this level Although it doesn't help cure the plague, it can still have a good effect on common wound infections, and it can also neutralize the negative energy of death, so it can be said to be the nemesis of undead."

Seeing El's eyes getting brighter and brighter, Ron sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but pour him a basin of cold water: "My lord general, that's all I said. The Temple of Xerxes in Bambolo There are only a few apprentice priests, and the little holy water produced by their abilities is not enough to treat the colds of the residents in the city. And those paladins back then were all elite forces from the Hand of Justice, and just from their bodies The divine power emitted is enough to put the undead into eternal sleep."

"Anyway, it's always a good idea. At least I have some new ideas now... It seems that we can give these skeletons a huge surprise this time." El rolled his eyes, looking at the muddy underfoot River, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"My lord, if you want to use holy water to fight the undead, there is another way, but it may not be able to reach the level you want." Seeing El's expression, Ron knew that he had made up his mind In order not to let the young general run to toss the half-dead old bones in the temple, he weighed in his heart and decided to reveal the truth to El.

"Let's talk about it, Mr. Ron, now is not the time for everyone to hide their secrets. If we can't work together, no one will be able to escape when the plague spreads." El said.

"In fact, a paladin was killed here, and I buried him with my own hands." Ron said in a deep voice, "His comrades kept his saber by his side, and specifically told me that if the dark The shadow has returned, and I have the right and the duty to reawaken that holy sword and use it to fight evil."

"Why didn't you say such an important thing earlier?" El asked in surprise.

"Because before that, I wasn't sure if you were really willing to fight against the evil undead." Ron looked straight into El's eyes and said, "But just now, I saw the deep-seated hatred in your eyes."

"Hatred is not only a kind of persistence, but also a kind of strength!"

(End of this chapter)