rune hunter

Chapter 372 Death is coming
Viscount Chico is not a qualified fighter, but he is a very good internal affairs officer, and this kind of person is very rare no matter in Istaron or Shalin.If he hadn't presided over the overall situation in this army, it would be a problem for Master Dreyer's virtue to survive until now.

From another perspective, this person should be more reliable in judging the current strength comparison between the enemy and us.Fatty insisted that the army of the undead was not as terrifying as he imagined, and apart from the fear that the undead creatures brought to humans, they did not have any overwhelming advantage over the human army.

Of course, the premise is that the opponent does not invest in unconventional forces.

El agrees with this. In fact, anyone who has really fought against the undead army will find that if the fear of the dead can be removed, those skeleton soldiers and zombies are actually quite useless.Even the real undead army in the legend, those ghouls and black knights, are not as scary as in the legend.

The advantage of the undead troops has never been in their combat effectiveness, but in their mystery.Even soldiers with more battlefield experience, it is impossible to know what monster moths those cursed believers and necromancers will come up with.

So far, it has not been heard that the human city was actually captured by the army of the undead. The sect of the curse prefers to infect the city with the plague, and then recruits soldiers without bloodshed.They directly summoned the Lord of Death, and used the powerful existence of the golden rank to directly crush the tough bones such as Istaron and Sharin Province.

Regarding the temporary line of defense established by El in Bambolo, Viscount Chico bluntly admitted that it was a meaningless waste.But he also had to admit that after the southern defense line fell completely, there was no better way to be himself.

Different from the vast and sparsely populated northern region, the rich southern region has a large population. If the southern nobles did not remedy it in time and allowed the plague and natural disasters to spread, the last shackles that restricted the army of the undead would also disappear.

El was noncommittal about this point of view, and all he cared about was the intelligence of the upcoming army of undead.The remnant army that escaped from Sarin Province fought two undead troops successively, which can be said to have the most intuitive feeling.

According to Viscount Chico's description, the "Withered" Legion that attacked Sarin Province already had an established undead military system, including the "Black Blade" troops that defeated the Sixth Legion in a roundabout manner.This legion has a strong war potential, but its combat effectiveness is still not comparable to that of Eastalen back then.

The weakness of this legion is exactly the same as that of the southern aristocratic army in Auckland - so far, there have been almost no real wars in the areas captured by the army of the undead. The undead recruited have not yet accumulated enough war experience.

They lack background.

Even if the regular army is like this, one can imagine the virtues of the so-called "Death Cult" formed by the Cult of the Damned. It is just a bunch of low-level undead gathered by the Cult of the Damned.The only elite troop known so far, for some unknown reason, clings to the back of the exile. It has fought dozens of times with the rear troops led by Ahmed these days.

Perhaps due to the limited spiritual power of the opponent's spellcaster, the number of troops launched from a distance is not enough to form an advantage each time, which is basically equivalent to delivering food to the Istaron warriors.But the other party just sticks behind like nougat, as if he doesn't care about his loss at all.

Their advantage lies in quantity.

On the second day of Delaire's escape, the sun did not rise as usual.Dark clouds obscured the morning sun, and the autumn wind brought a chill and a foul smell.Looking up at the sky from Bumblere, the darkness of the sky has risen a finger's height from the horizon, occupying almost one-tenth of the sky.

Being able to visually detect the movement of the dark sky meant that the main force of the undead army was approaching.

The scattered Sixth Army Corps is still rushing towards this small town, but El has decisively ordered the blockade of the line of defense. In order to avoid the behavior of fishing in troubled waters that the Cult of the Damned has always been keen on, the hunting corps did not hesitate to attack anyone close to the line of defense. The idlers and others began to kill.

Arrows fell like rain, and the deserters and refugees who surrounded the defense line and refused to disperse fell in batches like harvesting wheat.Howling and cursing came one after another, and El stood on the city wall unmoved.If you want to blame, you can only blame these unlucky people for running too slowly. The reason why they can live until now is nothing but the deliberate indulgence of the undead army.

Black knights have already appeared not far behind them. If these people continue to be let in, let alone the question of whether there are spies mixed in, those black knights will definitely take the opportunity to cover up and kill them.

El narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, and saw the undead army that had been following behind him.Due to their own stop to build fortifications, this army also got time to rest and replenish.Although both sides knew about each other's existence, they had maintained a weird tacit understanding in the past few days, it was like two wild beasts biting each other stopped to heal their wounds, and used the time to breathe to recover their strength.

Ahmed squatted beside Al, licked his chapped lips and sighed.His hands and fingers were covered with bandages, and his beard was disheveled with neglect.Although the strength of the silver level can suppress the opponent, he has not been able to completely wipe out this army these days.

On the way, he had already hunted down eight great corpse witches, nearly twenty black knights, and hundreds of low-level undead, but the undead troop hovering in the distance far exceeded this number.

The unharvested wheat fields blocked the observer's sight, but even so, it was easy to see the black knight riding the skeletal horse standing motionless on the hillside in the distance, with pitch-black spears lined up.According to the intelligence obtained during the previous battle, each black knight can command twenty ghouls, and cooperate with the great ghoul manipulating the gargoyles to form an elite mobile force.As for such black knights, 42 appeared wherever they could be seen.

Without Ahmed's previous anti-hunting operations, this force may have become a deadly threat.

"I can't understand the thoughts of these dead people..." El Yuan looked at the undulating wheat field and couldn't help sighing. There were a total of forty bronze-ranked black knights, and all the troops in command added up. Thousands, if it were different, he would have crushed it directly.

The same army is also on El's side, but besides his own hunting regiment, he only has a few thousand soldiers of the Kingdom Guards at his disposal. It is not a curse to call them pussies, and the gang of dead people on the opposite side must be the same I know it well.Although the military strength is dominant, the combat effectiveness is also worrying.

He was fighting alone, while the army of undead on the opposite side was endless... So El couldn't figure out why this army didn't have the energy to chase after them two days ago?The southern defense line of the Oakland Kingdom has collapsed, and he absolutely does not believe that these dead people have any taboos.

Even if it was another pig commanding the other side, it should be killed at this time, no matter how cautious it is, at least it should be tested.Even El, a scoundrel who has never studied military drills, understands the truth, and there is no reason for the Cursed Sect to be unclear.So... what kind of conspiracy and tricks are those guys planning now?

"This is not the Shadow Legion." Ron stared at the undead army in the distance for a long time, and suddenly whispered.

"No? What do you mean?" El asked with some doubts. He knew almost nothing about the legion number of the undead army, and he didn't understand the significance of this number at all.

"Like a blade of darkness descending from the shadows... coming without a trace and going without a trace is the unique style of the Shadow Legion, and this army is just a show. When they appear in front of the two armies to show off their power at this moment , has lost the truly frightening thing of the Shadow Legion." Ron said with a sigh.

"The strength they have shown on the surface is enough to give us a headache." El said with a wry smile.

"You don't look like a brave man. Since you chose to block the advance of the undead army here, you should have expected this level of difficulty?" Ron asked back.

"You can't say that..." El chuckled, turned his head to look at the undead in the distance and sighed: "These guys have been chasing us for so many days like mad dogs, and now they have gathered so many troops but they are timid. A dead man's head is beyond comprehension."

"It's not necessarily that you can't understand it, but you haven't thought of another aspect." Ron's eyes flashed a sagacious light, and he said in a deep voice: "From a military point of view, the movements of those undead are really weird. But I'm sure you've also heard the old saying - war is just the other side of politics."

"Ah... Hearing you say this, I feel that the blood in my body has subsided." El curled his lips and said.

"That's right, the reason why the Cult of the Damned has been able to develop intertwined in this land until today is not because their beliefs are firm, or the sanctions imposed by the sect of the gods are not strong enough... In the final analysis, the reason is that it is not in essence. It's not a real religious organization, but more like an interest group fighting for political rights." Ron said in a deep voice.

"If you really think so, it's easy to understand." Ahmed moved his stiff fingers, took a deep breath and said with certainty: "Their mission is just to hold us back, to deal with a fleeing The difficulty and achievement of defeating a remnant army and breaking through a heavily guarded town are completely different...the Wither Legion defeated Earl Kemal, and the Death Order obviously also needs a significant victory."

"Human beings are so dirty even after they die." El sighed.

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