Demon Lord

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Volume Two [Dark Tide] Chapter 356 The Poison of Power

They are coming!

Ready to fight...quick! Hold your weapons!

Commander! The left side can't hold on anymore! We need support!

The rain was pouring down, mixed with a series of chaotic shouts, the commander Kulka in silver armor looked tense, and his hand on the hilt of the sword trembled slightly.

After continuously expanding and killing five noble lords, the total number of rebels today has exceeded 20,000—it sounds like a lot, but in fact more than 90% of them are civilians who have been swept and controlled. For the rebels, it is too difficult to choose available soldiers among these people.

In the absence of a large-scale undead counterattack, Kulka and his party's attack went quite smoothly, and it can even be said that there was no obstacle at all afterwards. However, the current situation made him soberly aware... this kind of army that had been barely condensed had finally hit an iron plate that could not be offended.

The unprofessional scouts rode crookedly back and reported the news of 800 undead troops attacking the flanks. The undead cavalry and undead mages in armor on horseback easily killed the vanguard's 2,000-man army. The number of people who fled back one after another was less than a thousand, and the disheveled look shocked the farmers who were always fighting against the wind...

Kulka understands the gap between the two sides, and knows that throwing three or four thousand troops who are barely armed to the battlefield is tantamount to courting death, so he wisely chooses strategic retreat for this tough bone.

Immediately send an order! Let the vanguard retreat. Let's go back to Talun Hill City for defense!

He didn't know the art of war at first, but after personally organizing such a rebellious action, he learned and practiced countless military knowledge passively, so Kulka now commands the team and can be called pretty.

The rear of the main force where he is currently located is Talen Hill City.

Therefore, the marching army quickly changed from the back to the front, and hurried back to the city with the city wall, then pulled up the suspension bridge, closed the city gate, and stood on the wall one by one.

Human lords have never stopped fighting over the years, so such a fortress-type city with walls also exists in the territory of the lambs. In the past fifteen years, the city has fought five defensive battles of varying sizes, and the result is that the defenders have won. But now, facing the menacing undead attack, Kulka believes that he can also block their attack.

But Kulka also knew that the number of eight hundred undead is not as simple as it sounds. Dasco, who was hiding in the dark, told him that the strength of the undead army must be calculated at more than three times when attacking the city. And when he and the soldiers saw these attacking undead on the city wall, they realized how terrible the oppressive force these numbers brought...

Among the 800 attacking undead soldiers, there were 200 lightly armored knights, and the rest were infantry. However, there were seven low-level undead mages and one middle-level undead mage among them. There were about 2,000 more low-level skeletons, zombies, and puppets.

The black skeletons and puppets swarmed up, but each moved a stone or wood, and forcibly filled a road in the moat!

The subsequent siege battle made Kulka sweat even more.

These undead are difficult to kill directly, the arrows are basically ineffective, and the falling rocks broke their arms, but they can't stop them from climbing up - without the help of ladders, those enhanced skeletons who are light and fast He climbed up the city wall in the second hour after the siege began. If Kulka hadn't let the three reserve teams rush over to suppress it in time, the city wall would have almost fallen!

This can't be blamed on the enemy being too strong. In fact, that kind of skeleton soldier has no advantages other than fast crawling. Kulka can kill a team by himself... However, he can't expect the farmers who have just gathered to have enough fighting qualities: some people Now that the zombies are still swinging their legs, can you expect such an army to fight against the undead army?

This should only be the vanguard...

When Kulka frowned, there was a sudden shout on the city wall. He raised his head and took a look, but suddenly found that the undead army formation under the city was attacked by another group of troops—to the surprise of the people, the attack The number of their troops exceeds two thousand, and the leader is actually an undead!

Dasco also made a move.

Of course Kulka understands that this is Dasko hiding in the dark, but their appearance means that the current crisis is more difficult: when the real army of undead is overwhelmed, even if Dasko's awakened undead are counted as How long can they resist?

The exclamation on the city wall gradually subsided, followed by bursts of cheers. Obviously, Dasco's troops unexpectedly repelled the attacking undead, quelling this crisis. Kulka breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that it was getting late, he returned to the lord's mansion in the inner city. After dinner, he saw Dasco who had returned after the battle in the conference hall.

The expression on the latter's pale face was not good-looking. Although the number of Awakened Ones had expanded to four or five thousand due to the capture of a large number of territories during this period, many problems were immediately exposed after the battle in the afternoon.

Defects such as fluctuating people's hearts, lack of equipment, poor comprehensive combat ability, and weak discipline made Dasco a headache.

This is Augustine's vanguard. They can only be regarded as scouts. If I didn't have enough people today, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to repel them so smoothly. But when I come back later, there will be more than this few people... When I attack the city A quantity of 30,000 to 50,000 is possible.

Dasco is very familiar with the way of undead combat, but the battle in the afternoon still made him very distressed: the fight between undead and undead is very tragic, because everyone can only confirm the death of the other party when their heads are cut off, otherwise they will lack arms and legs You can continue to fight, so although there are not many deaths on the battlefield, many subordinates have become disabled after one battle, and their combat effectiveness will definitely drop sharply when they go to the battlefield...

This is only 800 enemies, what if tens of thousands of undead come?

Dasco sighed, not optimistic in his heart.

It seems that there is no way to continue to expand the advantage. Now we can only fight and retreat. Escape is unrealistic. So many of us can't even take food with us. I'm afraid we can't get out of the Gondola Mountains...

Kurka frowned. After all, human beings have to eat. Even though the tens of thousands of troops under him now have more than a dozen villages to provide food, it is by no means a long-term solution to do nothing about production and turn all the people into soldiers.

It's okay to go head-on with Augustine's troops. He assembled the army for foreign invasion. He must not spend much time on us. So... try to choose defense to delay time, and retreat strategically at the right time. After they pay a certain price, they should be there. I will choose to retreat...

This is the consensus that Dasco and Kulka have had for a long time. The gap in strength is right in front of our eyes. We all want to do the weak to win the strong, or the few to win the many, but it also depends on objective conditions. Right now, the Rebel Army actually has no choice: being able to retreat with most of the main force and go into hibernation is already considered a strategic success.

The two talked for a few words, and knew that the battle situation was serious and there was no turning point, so they said no more. When they were about to end the conversation, a necromancer walked out of the shadows, ignored Kulka, and went straight to Dasco. An urgent message was reported: under the leadership of a necromancer, about a hundred undead troops bypassed the line of defense and rushed towards the village behind...

food!

Dasco and Kulka subconsciously thought of this problem: If the food in the villages behind is now contaminated by the plague, then the morale of the human soldiers will be completely lost.

Human beings can't hold on, and it is of no benefit to Dasco and the awakened ones he leads. So the leader of the undead rebel army greeted Kulka, and immediately took an elite force and chased him away!

Kulka frowned slightly, standing silently in the conference room.

He knew that these undead were his bosses in essence, but no one would feel comfortable being squeezed out of the decision-making circle. He narrowed his eyes, waved his confidant, and whispered: Take someone Notify the rest of the villages, and keep an eye on the movements of these undead.

Yes, my lord!

Kulka touched the hilt of his sword, knowing that he had been poisoned by the poison called power, and...he couldn't extricate himself.

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In the early morning, Nora woke up to the sound of heavy rain.

Open your eyes, there is no leaky thatched shed in your field of vision, and there is no hard tree trunk on your back. She sat up, and the linen quilt slipped off. The warm and dry room made Nora feel dazed for a while.

Raising her hand and touching her arm, her delicate skin was not as wet and greasy as it was in the past due to the condensation of dew. Only then did she remember that she went to a room with her tribe to bathe one by one yesterday—— Well, Nora They haven't bathed since they were young, including most of the tieflings, and they haven't cleaned their bodies thoroughly since birth.

The feeling of hot water soaking her whole body gave Nora an unprecedented feeling of relaxation, so she overslept unknowingly... This should be the first time in her life that she slept for more than six hours.

Putting on the linen robe with no holes, Nora simply put it on, picked up the rice bowl on the window sill, and went out. After walking tens of meters, she lined up at the gate of the mill to receive a large bowl of meat. Porridge. And as the young man ranked in the top 20 in the tiefling power selection, Nora also received an extra piece of freshly baked bread.

She took the hot bread and ran to the old people's area where her mother lived, broke a piece, and sat in front of the stove with her mother and ate it beautifully.

It's delicious, it's delicious... If it's like this earlier, hey...

Nora's mother wept as she ate, apparently thinking of the child who died young. Nora has seen such emotions on the faces of many of her fellow clansmen—since Elder Luther agreed that the whole clan would surrender to Rody, they were no longer imprisoned. After following the team to a new village yesterday, everyone was assigned a house for temporary accommodation. After three full meals of hot porridge a day, changing into warm clothes, and taking their first shower in years, the tieflings were all groggy and feeling like they were in heaven.

Now when they looked at Rody again, there was no hostility in their eyes, but more awe and curiosity. For tieflings with no information, they don't know what the outside world is like, and Rody and these soldiers have become their first window to contact the world...

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