The brave man opened the coffin and rose

Abes did not get any further explanation from Anivia.

But to some extent, one can guess that Anivia is not a proper druid.

No wonder when he cut off the water flow to force the Lizardmen to leave the camp, the Druid, who should have stood up and said that it was wrong to destroy the water source and water flow, said nothing.

Moreover, it would be fine if there was Scorching Ray in the spell table, but the problem is, which good druid also has a Death Cloud spell on hand?

Still releasing animals?

Abes admitted that this spell, which spread slowly and took a long time to take effect, was not a threat to Abes himself.

But this kind of magic is definitely not what Anivia said, that she is just a functional druid.

There aren't even a few necromancers who are extreme enough to use this kind of spell -

In the first six seconds, the spell range can be increased to thirty feet, and as long as the spell control is strong enough, the coverage area can be extended almost infinitely, and it can cause a large amount of instant death damage.

What Abes is sure of is that in any world, this kind of large-scale but slow ritual spell should usually only appear in the background spells of the evil side.

Anivia used fast-growing grass to help them determine the distribution of enemy types, catalyzed the growth of Smoking Cattails to create a dry area magic effect, and after entering Sweetleaf Town, cast spells to help quickly produce crops.

No matter how you look at it, he is a good and responsible Druid teammate.

Seeing the other party's innocent smile, Abes also hit Anivia jokingly.

"You can't accumulate merit by releasing them."

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The capital of the small kingdom of Wommza.

Old Winston used his disciples who knew the art of transformation and the scroll of transformation he copied to secretly perform the deception for nearly a month.

Little Robert, who has been an adult for less than two years, still gives the impression of being the guy who used to capture and eliminate the three disasters. I am afraid he is no longer qualified to wash away his not-so-clean reputation.

However, the capital has been closed for nearly a month, and General Paddy's troops have yet to arrive.

Everything happened too suddenly.

It is said that in times of war, he is the Grand Marshal who has supreme authority and can mobilize troops from "all over the world", and General Paddy, the head of the seven generals.

Instead of taking control of 100% of the army as expected, he only hastily integrated one-fifth to one-third of the troops in the northeast.

Perhaps he seemed invincible in the face of other separatist warlords, but the process of quickly entering the city to accept the abdication was greatly delayed.

Old Winston could be said to have been mentally prepared for this delay.

In such a crazy northern territory, if you don't do some underdog tactics and put pressure on others, you are not considered a qualified person whose brain has been given to the devil.

Fortunately, the situation in the royal capital is still relatively stable.

Although Bing Nag, the traitorous female wizard from the three eastern countries, escaped, most ordinary people still lived their lives at the established pace.

If it weren’t for the undead creatures that suddenly appeared outside the city.

Damn it! I was supposed to use abdication to make the transition to the next generation of power.

But there is no time to deal with skeletons and zombies.

However, due to the strategy of only entering and not exiting, the resentment in the city was not something he could easily ignore.

Will the city gates not be closed?

Isn't it enough to just stay indoors?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and old Winston also contacted his disciples.

"Cut off the tongues of those unruly people who jump in."

They ran in crying and shouting, and no one probably knew how many people were infected by this panic.

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Royal Court.

Well-armed soldiers guarded the palace layer by layer.

These days, the management of the royal capital has become increasingly strict.

Everyone knows that outside the royal capital, the warlords have begun to take action.

But the king was still alive.

Even though he was relatively young, had been treated like a nobody for a long time, and even in the North where it was extremely easy for the weak to overthrow the strong, the title of king was really not worth much.

But, he is the king after all.

Suddenly, a large number of undead creatures appeared in the east of the city, and the king acted decisively and ordered the city gates to be closed.

From then on, the royal capital officially changed from a state of regulation in which there was no entry but no exit to a state in which there was no entry and no exit.

However, before the outer and inner city gates were closed, a group of people still squeezed in.

However, those who managed to squeeze in from the outer city before the gate was blocked could not be said to be very lucky.

Because then the king ordered their tongues to be cut off, leaving only a few who were not so embarrassed and looked smart to be questioned.

"Bring it in."

As the king sitting on the throne gave the order lazily, two men with minor injuries, whose wounds were not serious enough to scare the king, were helped in.

Apart from some bumps and scrapes on their legs and arms from running, they didn't have too many problems.

As soon as they came in, they kowtowed to the king, trembling all over.

"Tell me, what kind of situation did you encounter?"

"Your Majesty... yes... yes... there are so many undead creatures. Except for the skeletons, the rest are flesh. I... I can't tell them apart."

"At first, a door opened on the ground, and then the undead creatures emerged..."

The guy, who was probably a farmer, introduced it tremblingly.

And the few appearances he casually mentioned already included the two basic types of undead creatures: skeletons and zombies.

Later, the appearance characteristics of undead creatures such as ghouls and crawling hands were also revealed by the unfortunate farmer.

They even saw some pretty beautiful human-like figures.

The "king" sitting on the throne is old Winston's disciple, and the knowledge about undead creatures, or dead creatures, is constantly being awakened.

Those beautiful human figures, are they the offspring of vampires hiding their true colors, or are they mummies that have used rituals such as unclean curses to preserve their bodies?

But no matter which one it is, there will be a problem.

This is something that cannot be explained by any existing knowledge.

At least the teacher Winston who was connected to the other end of the line couldn't figure out what was going on.

The number of undead creatures that appeared this time was large, and the types were too diverse.

"It doesn't look like the result of a spell, nor does it look like a ritual. It lasts too long, and the types are not uniform enough." After thinking for a moment, the "king" also came to a conclusion.

"Send the Mage Tower to investigate."

"Your Excellency...Your Majesty..." Seeing that their answers seemed to be of some help to the king, the two men who were hardly injured also plucked up the courage to speak.

"We want to pray to our king to send doctors and potions to the wounded."

Forget about magical treatment, as the superiors are too lazy to treat them.

But a doctor and simple potions are definitely not too much to ask for, and perhaps they can be obtained.

Now that they have just provided value to His Majesty the King, it should be no problem for them to ask for such a simple reward.

They ran fast and had few wounds on their bodies.

Those people in the back row who were caught by the undead creatures were in a miserable state.

The erosion of dark forces and plague is enough to turn a simple skin wound into serious ulceration and suppuration.

"Oh...Is that so." The "king"'s neutral voice came from the throne.

"...I don't know which superior was so heartbroken by their cries of pain that he actually sent people to cut off the tongues of every one of them who cried out in pain."

Seeing that there seemed to be hope, the farmer who was kowtowing and petitioning continued to kowtow deeply.

"Uh-huh...you're in pain."

"And this king is kindhearted and cannot bear to see you suffer."

"Palace guards, call up ten crossbowmen and ten spearmen, and send them on their way."

The "king" on the throne raised his hand, then left the royal court quietly.