"Fire, fire!" Snorri looked at the group of undead creatures and gave the order directly. Artillery was the most convenient and quick way to deal with them.
"Boom!" A burst of artillery sound rang out directly, and the eight projectiles spewed out by the two organ cannons fell into the enemy group. Snorri did not ask the cannon to fire. On the one hand, he did not need to kill the chicken with a butcher's knife, and on the other hand, he also wanted to reduce the damage to the small church.
After all, although the thin circle of light is crumbling under siege, who would have nothing to do to challenge the power of a god?
"Charge! Don't let the leader get away!" Snorri stood up from his seat and shouted. As long as the summoners are eliminated, the undead energy supporting them will disappear, and the creations of undead magic will only turn into a wisp of ruined dust.
The dwarf troops pressed forward quickly. They used a devastating momentum to kill the zombies and skeleton soldiers that were staggered by the bombardment. Then they encountered some ugly crawling creatures. Their skin is dirty and has a sickly khaki color.
"Grave Ghouls! Be careful with their claws. They are covered with the filth and carrion in the tombs. If you scratch the skin, you may be poisoned!" The people of Breeze Castle knew that most of their compatriots from the World's Edge Mountains had not seen them. After passing these things, they shouted reminders.
These things are, or were once, living people, but became like this after being corrupted by undead magic. Eating carrion for a long time literally makes them extremely strong and tenacious.
These things rushed towards the dwarf warriors crazily with their sharp claws and weapons picked up from the corpses, but bloodthirsty and madness could not make up for the huge gap in their equipment and numbers.
Soon, after leaving pieces of meat on the ground, the dwarves rushed to the church. A skinny, pale-skinned guy was kicked down and disarmed by the soldiers in the front row and pulled to Snorri's anvil.
"Bah! Dwarf, you are also a bitch to the elves..."
Snorri looked from the anvil at the guy below who was kneeling down and still cursing. "Hey! Is this a living person?"
"Necromancer! A group of guys who desecrate the dead!" Stringer's advisor squeezed up from behind.
"Dear Master Snorri, judge him, in the name of the god Grimnir!" The surrounding tribesmen shouted, waving their weapons. The brothers in the back row haven't handed over yet, so they can only shout to vent their anger.
"Do you have anything to say? Telling the truth will give you pleasure! Otherwise..."
"Ha! My master will take revenge, he will resurrect me, and you will have to work for me when you die!" The necromancer is very rampant. He seems to be bewitched by his master, or what "resurrection" refers to It does not exist as a "person".
"Squeeze him!" Snorri ordered to Johnson Strong Shield, "Take out the people inside. How come there are male spellcasters in Bretonnia? The Lake God Witch didn't do her job well! murmured Snorri, stroking his beard.
"Water! Water!" A hoarse shout came from inside the church. The surrounding dwarves and humans looked at each other, and none of them wanted to enter the church. In order to prevent the castle from being attacked, Snorri not only did not mobilize any troops, but even left some old warriors to help defend the city.
The church is the most direct territory for gods in the mortal world. Not only are these people not believers of the Lady of the Lake, but they also have other beliefs. Entering rashly may be regarded as a provocation.
"Throw it in, or roll two buckets in." Bloxen carried two wooden barrels from the carriage and rolled them in from the church door.
Various strange sounds came from the Valley Church. After a while, several men helped each other and walked out. Behind them was a woman wearing a hood.
"Uncle, just be okay. Let's talk about it when we get back." Constantine knew the general situation well, and he did not criticize the Viscount's behavior on the spot.
Snorri then turned his troops and returned. Although marching at night might be risky, the village's battered thatched houses would not bring any additional security.
As for the Holy Grail Church, regardless of whether the Lake God is willing to protect heretics like them, even if he is willing, he can’t squeeze in! It would be better to rest more peacefully back in a sturdy castle.
Viscount Menethil fell asleep on the gun carriage. It was almost dawn when the team arrived at the castle. Although Snorri was also very tired, he still managed to rearrange the originally very weak city defense before going back to rest.
It was already afternoon when he woke up, and Balin placed a document on Snorri's desk. The notes in this document were a bit messy, and there was a splatter of blood on it, which literally means "bloody".
"Cousin, that necromancer has a very tough mouth. He answered the question incorrectly. He encouraged his master for a long time and then committed suicide in a strange way."
"What do you say?" Snorri rubbed his eyes and read the document. "His master is a vampire,"
"Yes, except for a small number of necromancers who are self-taught by relying on certain forbidden books, they are all apprentices of vampires. They have first-hand information on necromancy magic."
"Then what? He and his master are going to resurrect someone, a dark power? Hahahaha!" Snorri laughed out loud as he looked at the document. He thought he already knew who the dark power that the necromancer tabooed was. -Nagash, Lord of the Undead.
"Cousin, why are you laughing? Is this also in the instructions of the ancestors and gods?" Bahrain was a little confused. He suspected that his cousin had relapsed.
"I laughed because that vampire's strength was average. If he could already travel across the continent on his own, why bother to find a master to ride on his head? I thought he just found a copy of the Nine Volumes of Nagash from somewhere and then went on his own. I thought he was the chosen one!"
Snorri was very proud of his analysis. Nagash was resurrected after the Eternal Chosen went south, so it was still early. That vampire dream was destined to never come true, so he could relax.
"But..." Balin was about to say something more, but Snorri interrupted him.
"Call the others, we have to discuss what to do next. He will sense the death of the vampire's servant, and we may have been exposed."
Soon, the army managers gathered together, and they decided to speed up the march with more scouts deployed, and arrived at Bordeaux Castle as soon as possible.
Everyone knows that vampires have no shortage of air troops, so once they are exposed, they will always maintain a state of darkness between the enemy and us. At this time, it is best to arrive at the destination as soon as possible. The Principality of Bordeaux is a small peninsula, and there is little room for progress. Strategic shift.
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