Chapter 284 Help Me

Chapter 284 Help me

The race of "undead" cannot "reproduce". After all, no matter how much a person with a decayed body can do X, he will not be able to give birth to a child, so how to maintain the population of the undead? The answer is simple, to "transform" dead humans.

There are two types of necromancer transformation: one is "dead transformation", which turns the corpse into a zombie with low IQ and only obeys orders; the other is "awakening", casting "seed of awakening" and waiting for its awakening Become a kindred spirit... that is, a self-aware undead.

The "awakening" time can be long or short, and the shorter it means, the stronger the talent of the awakened undead.

It took 127 years for Simon, the necromancer who led the team to attack Sola's post, to awaken as an undead. In a sense, his talent should be regarded as upper-middle level. Now that he has advanced to level 10, he is enough to be called a "powerful" mage, and among the six mages under Baron Bellom, he is also the most powerful one.

Simon, who practiced "summoning" and "puppet show" at the same time, easily captured Sola sentry before noon.

The troops he led and manipulated included 40 undead, 3 puppets and more than 180 summoned zombies and skeletons. After the battle started, Simon made three clay puppets build a ladder, and with the help of necromancer spells and the impact of the soldiers, he directly broke the defense of the sentry post——Because Hanks took away most of the combat power, he stayed at the sentry post Dozens of logistical soldiers were powerless to fight back, and were massacred immediately, and by the way... turned into zombies.

At this time, the Sola sentry post is filled with the smell of blood. Undead soldiers with weapons are patrolling the sentry tower, and staggering zombies are eating the mutilated corpses on the ground... In fact, they don't need food, "corpse eating" It's just their instinct.

Seeing that the original school grounds were covered with corpses, Master Simon was slightly dissatisfied. He turned his head and arranged for the undead attendants beside him: "Have someone clean up the place, Lord Baron will arrive here in the evening, I don't want to Let adults see what's dirty here."

"Yes, my lord."

After the soldiers took the order and left, Simon turned to order another attendant: "Let the soldiers on the guard tower watch carefully, and say hello to me when Karl comes back... this guy, how about chasing and killing some deserters?" Still so exhausting."

Naturally, Simon would not have thought that his friend Carl had already been shot in the head by Rody. At this time, the undead soldiers in the entire guard post were still in the excitement of "winning the battle". Simon was even more delighted, and he was full of expectations for the baron's reward.

It was past noon, the sun was obscured by dark clouds, and the sky seemed to be snowing again.

*****

"Although this hat is a bit ugly, it must be worn when fighting."

In the woods seven kilometers away, Rody was whispering to Akasha, "Use those scrolls directly when they should be used. Don't hesitate. It doesn't matter if Ika and Mason see it... don't worry about dying." I will give them a 'reasonable' explanation for the influence of spirit spells."

The latter words were naturally whispered, because the two priests were resting with their eyes closed in the distance. Rody wanted to say something else, but when he turned his head, he found that Akasha's face was a little close to his, and he immediately took a half step back in embarrassment.

"That, that—"

"I see, I must listen to you."

Since the "confession incident", Akasha's attitude towards Rody has changed a lot. Now she is no longer afraid to speak as before, but has become extremely calm and well-behaved. It's just that Rody backed away just now. , after all, an imperceptible disappointment flashed in her eyes.

He is still restraining himself after all...

But he obviously cares about me, which shows that he still cares about me.

Akasha was not in a hurry, and was even prepared for the "protracted war". She thought for a while, then raised her hand and put the white priest's hat that she didn't wear on her head because she thought it was troublesome, then deliberately tied the lace a little crookedly, lowered her eyes, and asked, "Is this okay? "

"Uh... it's a little crooked here." Rody pointed, seeing Akasha's puzzled face, he had to take a step closer, and reached out to help her fasten the tie again-at such a distance, Rody felt the pain in his nasal cavity. It is full of the faint fragrance of Akasha's body, this smell has a strange power, soft and intoxicating...

Cough, what are you thinking?

Now that the team is resting and ready to enter the battlefield again at any time, what I should consider is how to reduce the possible losses of the team--

"Roddy."

While thinking wildly in her mind, Akasha suddenly called out his name.

"kindness?"

He fastened the belt, lowered his arms, looked down, and met Akasha's eyes--

"It's a difficult choice." Akasha looked at Roddy with a solemn tone of admiration, "Choosing to save them... The pressure on you must be unimaginable. But no matter what happens next, I will support you In doing so, I think you're doing the right thing, and... I'm proud to follow you."

She took a deep breath, as if she had exhausted all her strength in saying those words, she lowered her gaze, "I, I'll go over there to see the wounded..."

After she finished speaking, she clutched her chest and ran away, not knowing that her cheeks were already blushing.

Luo Di stood there staring at her back in a daze, but then his expression softened a lot: Although he only said a few words, if he could be understood and recognized by others, the pressure in his heart would be relieved a lot after all. , which may give him more comfort than the "zero death" record.

"Her hat is ugly."

Nata appeared next to her without a sound, and rarely complained about Akasha, which surprised Rody, but he said seriously: "Wear the equipment well whether it is ugly or not, you That’s right, although that leather hat is ugly, it’s still made of the skin of the ‘fire-thorned iguana’ and must be worn on the battlefield.”

Nata turned her head away, seemingly reluctant.

Roddy's own "Headband of the Master of Beasts" is not bad, but Nata's lower-level leather armor helmet is not beautiful after all. This may be the only flaw of the whole set of leather armor--but Roddy is a "practical school" ", if you can increase your attributes by two points, you will never care how ugly the equipment is.

"There is no room for negotiation on this, bring it now, the team will leave soon."

"kindness."

With a cold response, Nata stretched out her leather helmet and put it on—Rody glanced at it, and pointed at her chin helplessly: "It's crooked there, point it this way."

"help me."

"ah?"

Rody even wondered if he had heard it wrong. He turned his head to look at Nata, only to find that she was still looking at him expressionlessly...

"I do it myself, I still have something to do!"

Roddy refused without hesitation, and even felt a little unreasonable-Nata was so stubborn and independent in the past that she never asked anyone for help, but... what happened today?

He obviously wouldn't notice Nata's slightly resentful eyes at this time, otherwise Rody would definitely pinch his thigh to see if he was hallucinating.

The soldiers in the camp are trying to recover their strength, because they all know that the "rest" at this time is only temporary. According to the plan, the team will leave for the Sola post in two hours.

"Throw away everything that needs to be unloaded, and get things ready as soon as possible."

The subordinates have already cut a lot of wood to make a simple ladder. Hanks and Soderol are discussing the feasibility of attacking from various angles. The tense atmosphere is always tense, and everyone understands...their current situation is not good. wonderful.

And Rody knew better that he was racing against time.

"Baron of Frost" Bellom is at the stage of an epic mission. Rody understands that his strength may not be able to compete with the opponent, so he must capture it before the opponent reaches the sentry post!

This is a time difference. If you go one step later, then the Sola sentry guarded by Bellom is not something that soldiers like him can take down...

*****

At the same moment, behind a low slope six kilometers away from the Sola sentry, Sauron, who was wrapped in bandages, was closing his eyes and meditating.

The blessing of witchcraft allowed him to show shocking combat effectiveness. He led the team to break through all fronts. The planned plan was almost successful, but he did not expect that he would fall short because of the undead!

So many soldiers died, so much blood was shed, but in the end they got nothing. This kind of aggrieved feeling lingered in the hearts of all the orcs, and there was nowhere to vent their anger... Sauron knew that he could not leave.

How could he be willing to go back if he couldn't grab the food at Sola Post? Did you go back and watch your soldiers starve to death? !

Fortunately, most of Sauron's soldiers still remained at this time: forty-seven wolf cavalry and 30 of them are capable of fighting, and 50 infantrymen and 34 of them are available. After being treated with witchcraft, they all recovered 80% to 90% of their combat power, and they were fully capable of launching an effective surprise attack on the sentry post.

But only once.

"I've been waiting for three months and can't wait any longer..."

Sauron stood up slowly, and he knew that he was now standing on the edge of the cliff—whether he crossed the chasm or fell into the abyss, it all depended on the next battle.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, he muttered to himself: "If there is no more food to eat, I'm afraid we will be completely finished before the next snowfall."

"My lord witch doctor..."

The orc next to him limped to Sauron's side, and raised the tomahawk with several cracks in his hands with some difficulty. The traces of polishing were still left on the edge, and the dried blood seemed to have soaked into the metal. No matter how you grind it, you can't wear it off.

"Pass my order..."

"Rest now, we will attack the Sola sentry before dark, this time - there is no retreat."

Sauron closed his eyes. His body was covered with blood and mud, but he didn't even bother to wipe it off—even if he had paid attention to these appearances and habits, he had to admit a fact under the pressure of survival...

He is an orc, a bloodthirsty orc. No matter what he has learned or what he wants to do, he cannot get rid of this identity.