Imperial Crown

The sound of drums and horns was like water poured into a boiling pan of oil, making the whole main camp boil.

The originally carefree soldiers seemed to have turned into a group of ants that had lost their nests. They were running, shouting, and bumping around without knowing where they were or what they should do!

A nobleman came out of the main camp tent cursing, as if he wanted to teach the soldiers who "lied about the military situation". However, when he saw the seemingly endless army of skeletons, he immediately sat down on the ground and grew long. He screamed loudly and couldn't say a word!

Another nobleman walked out of the big tent. He held his belly and laughed when he saw his appearance. Then he turned his head and the smile froze on his face.

"Hand of Death——!"

The screams were quickly drowned in the noisy environment, and the main camp was finally awakened. The nobles rushed out like headless flies, and then ran in the direction of their own camp.

At the end, Viscount Morgan, with the support of his personal guards, walked out of the big tent with a blushing face, and someone put a tailor-made giant armor on him.

The guards brought Viscount Morgan's mount, which was a third-level magical beast "Two-Horned Nightmare". Although it still looked like a horse, it was three meters high at the shoulders, five meters long, and had two huge coiled horns on its head. , the black fur is like a dense fog that cannot be blown away in the wind!

Two guards moved to mount the horse post, and three knights held Viscount Morgan's butt, but even so, he still tried four or five times until the two-horned nightmare became impatient and reluctantly sat on it.

Raven looked at it on the high slope and shook his head - what a pity for that monster!

At this moment, a messenger came to Raven's camp: "Baron Raven, Viscount John, please come over!"

"Come right away." Raven agreed, turned around and ordered: "Eric, come with me. The rest of you stay where you are and listen to my orders at any time!"

Raven rode all the way to Viscount John's camp.

Since they had already prepared, the nobles from Xuefeng County had already completed their army formation.

This time, in addition to bringing 300 Xuefeng legions, Viscount John also organized a large group of 500 serf soldiers. He was also the strongest among the many nobles in Xuefeng County.

His Snow Maple Legion is a heavy infantry, all members are equipped with chain armor, and the equipment is mainly heavy weapons such as giant axes and war hammers. The serf soldiers are all ordinary leather armor, and their weapons are long swords and spears, and their quality is also very high. Generally, just highlight one that can be used.

At this time, Viscount John was standing on the high platform, looking at the movements of the skeleton army. Judra, Kate, and Romney were also nearby, and their expressions were not very good.

Raven came on stage, greeted these people, and also looked in the direction of the skeleton soldiers.

Even after experiencing the first wave of impact, Raven was still deeply shocked by the sight in front of him.

Like a jungle of bones rising from the ground, the armies of the Hand of Death advanced mightily from three directions. There was no formation, and there was no need for formation. This number alone was enough to swamp people!

How many skeletons are there, 30,000, 50,000, or 80,000?

"At least one hundred thousand." Viscount John's face was cold and his voice was very heavy: "One hundred thousand skeleton soldiers."

Five times the number of the noble coalition forces from the five northwest counties!

These words made the nobles on the stage look even more ugly.

In front of them is an endless plain with a wide field of vision. The Skeleton Sea is not moving very fast. Although it is gradually approaching, it will take at least half an hour to advance to the camp.

"We have had some experience with the Hand of Death several times." Viscount John's voice was still steady: "The legion of the Hand of Death seems to be huge in number, but most of them are ordinary undead summoned at will. They are weak and a serf soldier It can deal with two or three.”

"This kind of skeleton soldier can be called cannon fodder. The soul fire in his eyes is gray."

Viscount John continued: "Elite skeletons, we call them first-level skeleton soldiers, can use fighting energy. Their bones are denser and tougher, and their weapons and equipment are more sophisticated."

"The soul fire in this kind of skeleton soldier's eyes is white. You must be careful when you encounter it."

"Then there is the second level. The undead creatures at this stage include not only skeleton soldiers, but also bone cavalry, which are characterized by green soul fire."

Hearing this, Judra added: "The undead creatures are not as strong as the extraordinary ones at the same level, but they are better because they have no weaknesses except their heads. Unless you are sure that their soul fire has been extinguished, you must not let down your guard."

"Above the second level, there are probably third-level or even fourth-level undead creatures." John continued: "We have never encountered them in the previous battles. Once you find that the color of the soul fire of a skeleton is wrong, , be careful."

Raven nodded slowly, taking these words to heart.

What Viscount John said was all dry stuff. There was no inspiring or impassioned speech, but it made the nobles on the high platform calm down. They no longer were immersed in the shock of the sea of ​​skeletons, and began to focus on how to deal with it. on the immediate crisis.

"There are too many opponents and too few of us." Romney analyzed in a low voice: "The best way now is to break out."

Everyone understood what he meant. The so-called "breakout" was to leave the main camp's bastards here to delay time and escape on their own.

But no one responded to him, not even Raven.

Viscount John shook his head slightly: "Except for all the cavalry of Baron Raven, we are mainly infantry. If we want to escape, we must abandon the baggage - the skeletons are tireless, but the living cannot."

"Besides, if they really escape like this, the nobles of the five counties in the northwest will be burned here. If the Hand of Death continues to advance, how should they deal with it?"

This is why Raven cannot escape immediately, and it is also the reason why Viscount John chose to conceal the news.

"Damn Morgan!" Kate pounded her fist hard!

More than half of the nobles and elites of the five counties of Xuefeng County, Hippoc County, Essex County, Hampshire, and Savery County are concentrated here.

It is because Viscount Morgan relied on his prestige to win over so many nobles, and he could not unify them, that everyone was forced to this point!

The most disgusting thing is that the nobles of the five counties have no intention of fighting now. The reason why they have not collapsed now is just because no one wants to bear the infamy of "fleeing first and causing the collapse of the coalition forces"!

"In a moment, we will go out of the camp and form a battle line." Viscount John said, "I will be the vanguard, Kate and Romney will be on my left wing; Judra and Raven will be on my right wing."

"There are less than 2,000 of us. What we need to do is to hold them off until someone escapes first, and then we will retreat together!"

"If there is any emergency, I will be the last one to leave!"

John's words were powerful, and all the nobles, including Raven, nodded and accepted the order.

This is why Judra, who clearly longed for merit, still followed Viscount John.

In addition to his strong personal strength, the most important thing is that this person carries the glory of the nobles of the old times, and values ​​honor more than his own life.

In just half an hour, less than one-third of the troops in the main camp were successfully assembled, and at this moment, the vast number of undead soldiers were less than 300 meters away from the main camp!

Looking around, there was an almost endless sea of ​​bones.

The skeleton soldiers' eyes burned with gray soul fire, and their bones were covered with dust, blood and stains. The weapons in their hands were varied, including rusty swords, knives, shields, hoes, axes, pitchforks and even kitchen knives. Occasionally, some skeletons were hung with a few pieces of rags, but most of them had no protection at all.

Among these cannon fodder skeletons, there were elite first-level skeletons. They were wearing heavy armor that was rusty, holding giant swords or battle axes in their hands, and their eyes were filled with white soul flames.

Further back, there were skeleton cavalrymen riding on undead horses. Both the knights and horses were wearing armor, with green flames flickering in their eyes, and they breathed gray-white smoke with the breath of death from their mouths and noses. Just standing there made people instinctively start to fear.

Woo——

The horn sounded, and Viscount Morgan's troops moved!

A total of 2,000 troops, with 600 elite soldiers wearing heavy armor in the front and serfs holding various weapons in the back.

Viscount Morgan was riding on the back of the double-horned nightmare, his fat body wrapped in special armor, and a battle flag fluttering in the wind behind him!

Viscount Morgan actually took the initiative to charge towards the sea of ​​undead!

A trace of surprise flashed in Raven's eyes. With Viscount Morgan's body that was no different from that of an ordinary person, even if he was riding on the back of a third-level monster, once he fell into the sea of ​​undead, there was no possibility of survival at all.

Is he seeking death?

Morgan was indeed seeking death.

He sat on the back of the warhorse and had to rely on the hook on the side of the saddle to barely hold the thick war hammer. He knew his own weakness better than anyone else.

In the war thirty years ago, he certainly held his position, but few people mentioned the price - more than two-thirds of his soldiers were killed in the war, including his two sons and a nephew.

It was also in that war that his power seed suffered irreversible damage, his fighting spirit gradually lost, and his strength declined day by day.

Originally, Morgan thought he would die in bed, but the unrest of the Hand of Death began.

As the sheriff of Hippoc County, he had the obligation to protect the entire county; and as a hero of the war, he was naturally pushed to the position of leader.

He did not have the ability or the energy.

But he could not refuse, because he could not give up his reputation and did not want the reputation of his family to be disgraced because of himself!

The reason why Viscount Morgan wanted to camp here was to let the Hand of Death take his life, so that his heroic name could be passed on and more people could realize the horror of the Hand of Death.

However, for more than ten days in a row, the camp became more and more bloated, and the Hand of Death Cult was nowhere to be seen, so he could only numb himself with wine.

Now, it's finally time!

He raised his war hammer high, and roared from his broad chest: "—— Charge!!!"

The will to die spread, and Morgan's private soldiers shouted in unison:

"Charge——"

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