"The number of undead is increasing! They are densely packed and almost endless! Lord, the situation is urgent. Please take a look immediately and give the next instructions."
Communication Stone trembled violently, and the scout's urgent and slightly sharp voice sounded.
At the same time, the surface of the stone emitted a flickering light.
Buzz--!
Light filaments shot out and intertwined from Communication Stone, quickly constructing a clear and dynamic three-dimensional projection in mid-air, transmitting the scene witnessed by the distant scouts in real time, showing every detail.
The first thing to hit the field of vision was the low-level undead army like a vast ocean.
Among them are not only the Skeleton Warrior, which has abnormally thick bones and moves far faster than its kind, but also the Walking Corpse cluster, which is wearing rusty armor and walking stiffly but with amazing defense. Among them are undead that maintain humanoid forms, and there are also a large number of terrifying forms transformed from ferocious Beast or twisted monsters.
They gathered together to form a horrifying wave of deathly gray silence with no end in sight.
And among these low-level undead like a tide, there are also many heart-stopping high-level undead units.
There is Bone Behemoth, which is as huge as a hill and is forcibly spliced together from the bones of countless different races. Every step it takes causes the earth to tremble slightly.
There is Nightmare Steed, who is covered in thick black armor and riding with four hooves burning with blue flames. Death Knight only has cold Soulfire eyes exposed in the gap in the helmet. The horse's hoofs pass by, leaving a string of ghostly sparks on the ground that will not go out for a long time.
There are also Wailing Banshee, whose bodies are translucent and whose specific form is hard to capture like light smoke. They float and float in the air, with the purest hatred for all living beings solidified on their twisted faces.
Xia'er observed carefully for a moment, then turned around and looked at Red Iron Dragon, who was sitting on a high-backed chair and appeared in the form of a black cat.
"Sir, the movements of these low-level undead show rare discipline and coordination. It is obvious that there is an extremely powerful will behind them to coordinate and direct."
"Otherwise, with the chaotic nature of low-level undead, it would never be possible for them to behave like this."
Flower Lord Xia'er looked solemn and said in a deep voice, "This is definitely not a naturally occurring undead Calamity, but a premeditated and organized military attack."
Although it was daytime at the moment, the sky was overcast, thick fog filled the air, and there was no direct sunlight shining on the earth.
However, even so, normal undead creatures still prefer the rich night of Negative Energy.
The appearance of such a large and well-disciplined undead in the daytime only points to one conclusion: there must be someone behind the scenes who is precisely controlling and driving all of this.
Woo ah ah ah--!
At this moment, the piercing wails of countless banshees came from the projection, and the solid sound waves spread like ripples. The light, shadow and sound projected by Communication Stone were violently distorted and shaken, and were seriously disturbed.
However, the scenes seen previously are enough to make a judgment.
Garos's voice was calm and calm. "Get ready to fight."
Xia'er nodded heavily. "Yes! I will personally lead the team to stop it!"
He quickly put on a set of light armor with simple lines but engraved with enchanted runes, hung the iconic Cross Knight Sword around his waist, turned around and ordered troops to go into battle.
"Wait."
Garos shook his tail gracefully and spoke to stop him.
"In the undead cluster, I did not observe the existence of obvious command nodes. Necromancer, or a higher-level undead commander who can assemble and drive such a large undead army, will never expose himself easily."
He said slowly, his eyes flashing with calm analysis.
The power of undead creatures has always relied on their endless numerical advantage, but their individual combat power is usually weak.
The core of the tactics of commanders such as high-level undead or Necromancer are also similar - they mostly consume the enemy with massive amounts of low-level undead, while they themselves hide in the military formation, waiting for opportunities to move.
Not only to protect themselves, but also to better control the overall situation.
Xia'er moved for a moment and looked at Garos again.
Garos continued, "The most troublesome thing about the Undead Legion is that they can continuously transform the dead on the battlefield into new undead, which become stronger as they fight like a snowball. At the moment, the main army of dragons and molten iron have not yet arrived at Creekwood Territory. With only the existing guard strength of the territory, if they fight head-on, they will probably only become food to nourish the opponent's army and help it grow and develop."
Iron Dragon Sorog, red dragon Samantha and other Young Adult Dragon are marching together with the Molten Iron Legion to prevent unexpected events.
For those relatively undisciplined monster race tribes, large-scale operations are inseparable from the restraint and coordination of leaders at all levels, including the high-level Kin Leader who previously went to Borderlands to participate in the banquet. At this moment, they are also leading a large legion to trek through the wilderness.
Because time is still short, they have not been able to reach Creekwood Territory.
Xia'er frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"
Garos smiled, with a calm expression, and said, "It's very simple. I will personally take action and use my own strength to break through this Undead Legion without giving them a chance to fight and develop."
I have to admit that this Undead Legion came out of nowhere and chose a very delicate time.
On the one hand, Creekwood Territory is empty and has insufficient guard power.
But on the other hand, Molten Iron King himself is sitting in front of Creekwood Territory at the moment, and has decided to end it personally.
Whether this timing is clever or unfortunate, the undead Overlord hiding behind the scenes will soon experience it personally.
"After sleeping for more than ten years, I really need a decent battle to awaken the long-dormant power in this body."
Garos's deep voice echoed in the meeting hall.
The previous contests with dependents, blood relatives, and dragons were ultimately just small fights that constrained one's strength and were difficult to fully enjoy. So at this moment, Garos felt itchy at the tips of his claws, longing for an unreserved catharsis.
I hope those skeletons can be stronger and not fall apart too quickly. At least they can increase my resistance to Negative Energy.
Garos thinks in his heart.
The so-called Negative Energy is a power that symbolizes death and nothingness.
It sucks life, destroys souls, extinguishes light, deprives hope... It is almost completely opposite to all life phenomena. It is a powerful energy that widely exists in many worlds. In some planes, it is even so rich that it forms a kingdom of death composed entirely of Negative Energy.
Garos prepares and trains Eternal Death Pathway, many of its powerful skills are closely related to controlling Negative Energy.
"Leave the front of the battlefield to me."
"Xia'er, your mission is to cruise around the edge of the battlefield and use your abilities to find the hidden commander."
As the words fell, Garos, in the form of a black cat, began to change.
Towering dragon horns began to grow on the small head, and the soft hair on the body was quickly replaced by dense and cold black scales. The body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the high-backed chair under him made an overwhelmed creaking sound.
Whoosh!
The huge shadow that gradually stretched and revealed its true body suddenly jumped, lightly but quickly crossed the wide window lattice, and shot straight into the gloomy sky shrouded in thick fog.
On the street below, some residents looked up in astonishment, only to see the fog rolling in, and a huge shadow cutting across the sky at an incredible speed, disappearing into the clouds in an instant, leaving only a faint pressure and hum in the air.
Inside the meeting hall.
"Support is on the way. Everyone should stay at their posts and be patient."
Xia'er put Communication Stone away and took a step forward with a calm expression.
With such a seemingly ordinary small step, he seemed to have stepped from one world to another. The moment his steps fell, subtle ripples appeared in the space around him, and his whole person disappeared quietly, as if he had never existed.
At the same time.
Creekwood Territory east, Third Watchpost.
The thick gray-white mist caused by the sharp rise of Negative Energy is like a thick shroud, shrouding the entire world in deathly silence and haziness.
The guard chief Werewolf, who was standing at the top of the watchtower, had just put down Communication Stone and shook his erect ears anxiously.
He tried his best to look in the direction where Undead Legion was approaching, his expression tightened unconsciously due to nervousness, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
This place is about sixty kilometers away from the main city of Creekwood Territory, but the gray-white undead tide gradually spreads over the hills, woodlands and rivers like a real wave.
Bai Sensen's skeleton and Rot's body were looming in the thick fog.
The sound of countless joints rubbing together and dragging forward is continuous, like the whisper of death, getting closer and closer.
The enemy is too close and the territory is too far.
In this case, what kind of support can arrive in time?
Although he was full of doubts, leader Werewolf still followed Flower Lord's order and conveyed the order to stick to his post.
However, with only the limited guard of Third Watchpost, facing the endless sea of the dead that seems to be able to swallow everything, once it is submerged, the outcome is destined to be death and no life.
Phew--!
Werewolf The leader took a deep breath of the cold, damp, decaying air, trying hard to make the muscles on his face look stiff and expressionless.
He has made up his mind.
Any guard who shows signs of panic or running away from battle will not need the undead to take action, he will personally take out his heart with his sharp claws.
Every second of the next time was like being on a chopping board.
Watching the wave of death approaching step by step, fear quietly wrapped around the hearts of every guard like cold vines.
However, this suffocating torture only lasted less than a minute.
At this moment, even the guard Kobold, who had the worst psychological quality in the team, had just begun to feel uneasy and slightly agitated, but was far from collapsing and running away.
At this moment, a violent gust of wind roared past from nowhere, briefly blowing away the thick fog that filled the sky and the earth.
At this moment, a huge dragon shadow, like a meteor tearing through the sky, broke through the clouds at a terrifying speed several times the speed of sound, and suddenly appeared above the sentry.
"The dragon... is Dragon Lord?!"
"The great Lord of Crimson Wings! It is Lord of Crimson Wings who has arrived!"
The guards were shocked at first, and then their eyes burst into awe and ecstasy!
They never expected that the one who came to support would be the great Lord of Crimson Wings himself!
As Molten Iron Tribe becomes increasingly powerful, for most of the grassroots family members, although they have grown up listening to the epic and fame of Lord of Crimson Wings, and their hearts are filled with infinite yearning and loyalty, in the end, only a handful of lucky ones can see the true face of Dragon Lord.
The king descended from heaven, majestic and majestic!
The remaining uneasiness and tension in the hearts of all the guards at Third Watchpost disappeared in this moment and disappeared! Instead, there was indescribable excitement and the honor of witnessing the arrival of Dragon Lord.