Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey took Asdalen to the guard post at the edge of the territory wall.

Pierce had been waiting here with two teams of patrolling militiamen. When they saw the lord appear, they all bowed and saluted.

"What's going on? Did the guard alchemy beast trigger the alarm by mistake, or are there really evil beastmen wandering around?"

"My lord, I'm afraid it's an evil beastman." Pierce replied calmly, "From the route of the traces and the traces of the footprints, it's not one of the lone people who left the main force before."

He asked his team members to carry a wolf spider beast with broken limbs over and show it to Harvey.

"Look, they used javelins to accurately destroy the limbs of the wolf spider beast, which shows that they are very experienced in combat and can find the enemy's weaknesses in a short time."

Harvey nodded, "Strengthen the vigilance and send all the vigilance alchemy beasts to the periphery."

The vigilance alchemy beasts are transformed from the souls of bird creatures. They have no attack ability at all. They can only make sharp explosions when encountering enemies and transmit messages to the receivers in the main castle like a chain reaction.

Harvey also asked Pierce how Jackdaw Town resisted the invasion of evil orcs in the past, and learned that there was no effective method at all.

The evil orcs are very good at running and interspersing in the mountains. Ordinary human soldiers can't effectively pursue them. The unlucky patrol members will be sent to the sentry posts at the foot of the mountain as cannon fodder, responsible for monitoring the movements of the evil orcs crossing the mountains, but they often don't have time to pass on the message and will be directly named by javelins.

The spellcasters of the Federation could not go into the mountains and forests to fight them at close range. They could only wait for the enemy to invade the villages and towns in large numbers before organizing an effective counterattack.

Harvey then realized that he paid too much attention to the fixed defense measures in the core area of ​​the territory, but overlooked an important issue.

That is, from which direction the evil orcs would attack.

The so-called core area of ​​the territory now consists of the lord's fortress, the riverside residential area, the market area, and the militia camp near the wall.

The newly reclaimed farmland is close to the gentle slope at the foot of the mountain, which is not easy for the evil orcs to bypass the core area and attack.

So the best way to defend is to find a way to actively lure the enemy and guide the evil orcs from the designated direction to the designated battlefield to fight with the militia.

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There is a natural open flat land in the dense woods, and dozens of tall figures are busy carrying goods on this open land.

A large bonfire was lit in the center of the camp. Perhaps because too much wet wood with morning dew was added, the campfire did not burn vigorously. Instead, the smoke billowed straight into the sky, making the whole camp smoky.

The people carrying the goods did not seem to mind the thick smoke. They worked silently without saying a word, making the whole camp seem quiet and strange.

An evil orc with an animal bone on his head and half a body of bone armor secretly hid in the bushes and peeked for a while, then retreated quietly.

About half an hour later, a burst of dense footsteps suddenly came from the woods, mixed with low roars and shouts.

A large group of evil orcs suddenly rushed out of the woods, shouting loudly and waving bone spears and short axes at the people in the camp.

An evil orc who rushed to the front took advantage of the thick smoke in the camp, drew out the short axe at his waist and threw it out, instantly cutting off the head of a person who was standing there with his back to him, and rolled to his feet with a thud.

It suddenly discovered that it was the head of an evil beastman who looked exactly like itself!

Before it could react, more evil beastmen rushed into the camp and started to kill people wantonly, but some of them found something unusual and stood there at a loss.

How come the people in the entire camp were all of its own kind?

The evil beastman, who was obviously the leader, wearing an iron helmet and bone armor, kicked a stunned person over and dragged him closer for careful observation. He found that this person was indeed of his own kind, and his face had rotted beyond recognition, emitting a strong stench of corruption.

Those who were carrying goods back and forth in this camp were all dead!

A sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the woods on both sides of the camp. The leader turned his head and looked in the direction of the whistle, but suddenly his whole body shook, and he fell directly to the ground, never moving again.

Another evil orc beside him quickly turned it over and found that the iron helmet visor on his head had been completely shattered. A hole as thick as a finger appeared in the middle of the visor, and blood was gushing out.

The evil orc near the woods immediately drew out the bone spear from his waist and was about to raise his hand to throw it at the shaking bushes, but a burst of blood suddenly burst out from his waist, mixed with a lot of internal organs, and sprayed all over the ground.

The sharp-eyed evil orcs had already seen strange long sticks sticking out of the woods, and then there were constantly fellows around him who suddenly fell to the ground with miserable howls, or their hands and feet were directly shattered, or their bodies were like a large piece of flesh and blood was taken away by the claws of a beast.

It was instantly gripped by fear, and it dropped its short axe, howled, turned around and ran wildly in the opposite direction. Just after running a few steps, it felt a sharp pain in its left leg, causing it to fall to the ground sideways, howling in pain and rolling.

In the camp filled with thick smoke, there was no one standing still.

The evil orcs who were still lying on the ground and struggling to survive found that a group of people wearing clothes woven from leaves and grass came out of the bushes one after another, and were putting something on the tip of the strange long stick.

Those people gradually walked into the camp, raised the tip of the long stick, and repeatedly poked the chest of every evil orc lying on the ground without missing a single one.

…

"How is it? Has the trap of trapping evil orcs been successful?" Harvey asked anxiously at Pierce who rushed back to report the situation of the war.

"Sir, I wiped out a fifty-man outpost team, and no one on our side was injured or killed. Well... Two militiamen accidentally stabbed themselves in a bayonet because of nervousness..."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Harvey breathed a sigh of relief and laughed and patted Pierce on the shoulder. "Now my militia team can be regarded as a soldier who has truly seen blood!"

Asdaren also laughed out loud, "The evil orcs have too low IQ, and they can't tell that the living zombies used as bait in the camp are their own tribe."

Pierce calmly analyzed: "It is mainly because the camp fireworks are lingering, which affects their keen sense of smell and perception. There is no way to repeat this trick next time."

Harvey quickly reminded: "Remember to drag all those dead evil orcs back, my zombies are not much reserved."

Pierce bowed and saluted, "It's already on the way to deliver, sir."

He raised his head again, with a hint of inexplicable fanaticism in his eyes, "Sir, we only sent fifty militias and equipped with thirty magic guns to strangle a outpost team without any injuries, even myself Such a result was not expected."

In order to prevent excessive casualties from the militia, Pierce also dispatched twenty tarantulas beasts to ambush around the camp in advance, but it was completely useless.

"This kind of magic weapon is too powerful, they cannot resist at all, and they don't even know what they died until they die..."

He murmured with excitement: "If the adults can equip all militias with magic guns, I think I can lead them to advance directly towards the valley and drive them directly back to the other side of the river bank..."

Harvey reached out to tidy up Pierce's slightly crooked uniform collar and explained patiently: "Don't be too inflated. We are ambushing this time, and head-on combat will not be so easy. Next, you have to hurry up and let each one Militia members have the opportunity to master shooting skills and accuracy."

"As for the magic gun, the laboratory is working overtime to rush to make it. I haven't had a good rest for many days..."

Pierce felt a little ashamed and her face turned red and apologized to Harvey.

Asdaren, who was standing beside him, asked quietly, "What about you, Pierce, what is your record today?"

Pierce straightened his chest and bent down slightly to his mentor, "Five energy beams, five evil orcs, all hit the head, no mistakes, Mr. Asdaren."