Overlord: Rise of the Zerg

In Bogus, the capital of the Sadman Empire, Emperor Prov stood on a high platform in the palace, also looking at the fleeting meteors on the horizon.

In the ancient legend of the lizard people, all mortals in the world are transformed from the stars in the sky. Some of them are mediocre, and the originally bright stars will dim accordingly, while some are amazing and brilliant. In the human world, If he leads the way, the star he represents will be extremely bright.

If one day the stars fall across the sky and fall down, it means...

Fall!

An amazing figure whose actions in his life were enough to influence the world has passed away.

For some reason, at this moment Prov suddenly remembered Toril who had gone his own way not long ago. With his achievements, he should be worthy of a shooting star.

Then he laughed again, turned and left.

"It's just a legend..."

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Toril stood on top of the city wall, surrounded by soldiers tightly surrounding him. At this time, the entire city wall was covered with insect swarms.

After occupying the granary and destroying the military camp, under attack from both front and rear, the entire city of Heli was bleeding like a river.

The insect swarms on the front rushed up the city wall again and again, and were repelled again and again by the imperial elite commanded by Toril. But every time, they pay a higher price.

After the defeated soldiers in the rear military camp retreated to the bottom of the eastern city wall, he knew that this majestic city that had stood on the border of the empire for hundreds of years and had resisted countless barbarian invasions for the empire throughout the ages had come to an end today.

The insect swarms on the east and west sides have been forced under the city wall, launching fierce attacks again and again.

Although the elites of the empire were still bloodless and fought hard even at the last moment, there were too many insect swarms. After defeating the military camp in the city, the lizardmen were no longer able to organize a large-scale resistance.

Now, except for the lizard soldiers whose heads can be seen at a glance above the city wall, everyone on both sides of the city wall is Zerg!

When did the failure begin?

Thoril couldn't help but think so after being surrounded by the most elite soldiers and throwing away the guard commander who tried to force him to break out of the encirclement.

He knew that he was determined not to escape. Normally, even if he was defeated, he would be escorted back to the rear by his own soldiers to regroup, and then quickly make a comeback. There is no general who is always victorious and undefeated in this world. In his decades of military career, his victories and defeats were just ordinary.

But this time he knew very well that there would never be such an opportunity again.

Relying on the protection of the city wall, this group of the most courageous warriors in the empire can hold on for a while longer. Once they are forced to break out of the encirclement and rush under the city wall, they will be overwhelmed by the endless swarm of insects in an instant.

At the last moment, he looked at the ugly and ferocious insects that seemed to be everywhere in the darkness in front of him and under the firelight. He finally understood the words on the white cloth, "These insects are intelligent." What does it mean?

Without real contact, you will never have such a personal experience.

They must have dispersed and sneaked into the forest, evaded the guards they had arranged, and easily reached their weakly defended rear.

This is the wisdom they show!

With a sudden glance, he saw in the light of the fire a tiny, almost invisible insect that flapped its wings quietly like a mosquito.

He thought again of the sentence "They are almost everywhere" on the white cloth.

It turns out that all the information on that white cloth, every sentence or even every word is crucial!

He had obviously known everything in advance, mobilized resources, integrated soldiers, and resisted all pressures, so that he could now fight these ugly Zerg head-on.

However, he really had no way to defend against such a tiny swarm of insects. After discovering the first one, he quickly found the second one on top of the city, and the third one...

Just like what is said on the white cloth, they are everywhere and they are always watching me!

Our side knows very little about the Zerg, but the other side has gained everything it has through this method!

They are not beasts, they are intelligent!

At this moment, Toriel truly realized what this sentence meant, intelligence collection, breaking it into parts, outflanking, night raids, attacking in the east and in the west...

Is this...their wisdom?

He finally clearly realized the true terror of the Zerg. What you see on paper is ultimately shallow. Some things can only be felt when you experience them yourself.

At the same time, he also knew very well that facing such an enemy, his life might end here.

He served in the army all his life, fighting for the empire in the north and south with few defeats. Although he had the help of his family, his ability to become the leading noble marquis in the empire was more of a glory for his swords and spears on the battlefield.

Therefore, he is proud.

Now, looking at the imperial elites who followed him across the world in the past, who were desperately trying to drive the insects off the city wall one by one, sacrificing their lives almost every moment, he felt that he should indeed be proud, but not because of any imperial marquis, nor because of The commander-in-chief of the three armies, or the lords of the Eastern Territory, just because of them, those soldiers who died one by one under the claws of the Zerg!

Those brothers who entrusted their lives to life and death, used all their strength on the battlefield to resist the footsteps of the god of death approaching them, desperately pushing forward the countdown of their lives that was constantly regressing!

But as their commander-in-chief, how could he hide behind and let them fight alone?

Thinking like this, he once again drew out the sword from his waist, and it shone coldly under the firelight.

Although the man is old, the sword has never grown old.

He looked at his own military commander, the young general who looked extremely anxious. He had single-handedly promoted him from the bottom up. He was smart, studious, and extremely capable. He was now able to take charge of his own business.

It's a pity that I have to die here...

He knew that the anxiety was not for himself, but for him. For him, Toril could survive but couldn't find any way!

He looked at him and looked into the eyes of the general he had devoted all his efforts to train. For a moment, his eyes were as bright and calm as ever, and there was a kind of convincing magnanimity exuding from Toriel. That was his unique charm over the years!

Looking at each other, the anxious young general quickly calmed down. He saw the determination and death in Toril's eyes as deep as the silent lake. After a slight silence, he gave up his anxiety and calmly nodded. He nodded, threw away the crossbow in his hand, and also drew out the long knife from his waist.

The next second, there were swords all around, and an old roar passed through the noisy battlefield and was clearly transmitted to the ears of every soldier, just as loud as before.

"kill!!"

Every surviving warrior roared as if from the bottom of their hearts.

"kill!!!"

The commander took the lead, with personal soldiers and guards on the side, surrounded by many elites of the empire, and resolutely launched the final attack on the seemingly endless swarm of insects that had climbed onto the city wall.

They are the elites of the empire, the elites of the empire who have rarely been defeated across the continent. Even if they die, they will die on the way to charge!