A long blast of trumpets sounded from the wooden walls and arrow towers of the fortress. Following the sound of the horn, the militiamen on the arrow tower lit arrows one after another.
The living corpses had arrived fifty steps away. With ghouls as their core, they were large groups of small living corpses and skeletons waving their arms, shaking their broken bodies, and quickly passing over the black mud.
Griffith looked at the enemy formation in the distance, raised his sword and shouted: "Hold on!"
He didn't wave hard until the living corpse finally reached ten meters outside the barrier.
"Fire the arrow!"
The dense sound of bowstrings exploded like muffled thunder, and two hundred lit rockets shot towards the swarming living corpses. Wherever the arrow hit, the raging monster wave was stopped as if it hit a dam.
Burning arrows and fire oil ignited the corpse, and then spread into a scorching wall of fire. The living zombies that followed jumped over the fallen ones and rushed towards the wooden wall and arrow tower with their claws and teeth.
Several ghouls jumped out from the group of corpses, rushing through the dangerous rain of arrows like agile cheetahs. These elite monsters who have risen from the dead have blade-like nails and teeth like saw teeth. Once they jump onto the wall, they immediately use their sharp claws to dig into the gaps in the wood and climb up bit by bit.
Just when they were about to climb to the top of the wall, two figures suddenly appeared above them. Griffith and Medianmeyer each threw sharp spears at them.
The ghoul that climbed on the wall and could not escape was shot away with a "bang". The militiamen competed to shoot at the living corpses that were climbing at their feet. The intensive shooting was like a roaring rainstorm hitting the corpse tide.
"Wow--!"
A ghoul leaning against the wall was shot through the head by a flaming arrow, and he grabbed a screaming militiaman and rolled over. The dry remains and corpse oil made the fire grow bigger and bigger, and soon ignited the similar people nearby who were still tearing at the wooden wall.
The black army of zombies kept coming like a tide. The curved wooden walls and six arrow towers stand like rocks. Amidst the sound of biting and tearing, the militiamen trapped above went crazy with fear and shot at the undead monsters at their feet with all their strength.
"Fire oil! Throw it out as hard as you can."
Medianmaea summoned his soldiers, held pots of fire oil and threw them at the corpses, and then threw several torches. The flames exploded immediately, swallowing up all the living corpses nearby. The hot fire wave even suffocated the people on the wooden wall. Such a dangerous operation can only be carried out under his personal command, otherwise the panicked militiamen will burn down the entire position in a short time.
"Quickly put out the fire!" Griffith called a team of people to follow him. They carried fine sand on their backs in cloth bags, and poured the sand down as soon as the wooden walls were ignited by the living corpses rolling in the flames.
The moon-shaped position was surrounded by densely packed zombies. Under the continuous attacks, the outermost wooden wall began to break and collapse, but the attacking zombies were also wiped out in the flames in large areas.
Suddenly, a section of wooden wall creaked loudly, and then fell down in the firelight and smoke. The thick broken wood knocked down a large number of living corpses, but the gap was also exposed.
"I'm here to meet the enemy! You guys shut up!" Midian Maier jumped down from the breach with his helmet pierced, pulled out his flaming battle ax and chopped down a group of living corpses that wanted to take the opportunity to rush in.
Griffith also jumped off the wooden wall, summoned a team of people to bring the rafts ashore, and re-erected a small section of the new wall that was concave behind the collapsed gaps.
Midianmaiya fought hard on the damaged position, and the militiamen erected an angled wooden wall behind him as quickly as possible, piled it with soil and patted it tight.
"That's it!" Griffith shouted and dropped a rope. Midianmeiya reached out to grab it, and someone immediately pulled him up.
"Uh-huh, I took a dip in the sea of corpses!" Medianmaia was already covered in black blood, and there were broken intestines hanging on the shield, axe, and helmet.
"Don't stand there, there's a gap over there!" Griffith didn't even have time to praise him, he turned around and rushed towards another gap.
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Amber stood on an arrow tower and watched uneasily as the two Shutorals fought bloody battles below. According to the combat arrangements, she and Ophelia, who were good at bursts but not at endurance, had to leave their strength to the enemy leader.
"A fierce battle will definitely break out when the fortifications are first erected." Ophelia sat leisurely on the high arrow tower. "This is a matter of every second. If you delay for a while, the fortifications will be stronger." . The cult group obviously knows the relevant knowledge and understands the urgency of destroying the early fortifications. In this wave of attacks, they had no choice but to send in fast and fragile zombies. If the suture monsters and acid monsters can also catch up with the offensive, the defense line The situation will be more critical.
"Their losses have almost reached the critical point, and they should retreat soon. If they continue to be consumed like this, even if the large zombies arrive, they will not have the strength to attack."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an abnormal fluctuation from the large tomb in the distance. The tide of corpses that stormed the barrier came to a standstill. The zombies that were biting crazily a second ago turned around and ran towards the direction they came from.
The zombie attacks stopped.
There were already piles of corpses two meters high under the barrier. Most of them were burned by the flames and shrunk into small pieces of charred black. The surviving militiamen looked at the corpses piled up to a storey high in a daze, and they vomited one by one.
The group of corpses immediately retreated into the distance like an ebbing tide. There, some fat and huge undead creatures had arrived, standing like rocks among a large group of short living corpses.
Griffith held the mithril pendant tightly. He could feel that there were some scattered powerful spiritual energy fluctuations hidden among the corpses, ready to attack.
It seems that the will hidden in the tomb also found that the hastily launched attack could not attack the human position, but caused heavy losses to itself, and was determined to concentrate its forces and attack with all its strength.
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Amber, who had not taken action until now, saw the living corpses retreating, and couldn't help but admired, "Griffith can really find gold in the garbage~ In both battles, the civilian militia held its position."
Ophelia stood aside refreshingly, not a speck of dust on her face. She said politely on behalf of her classmates: "This is the glorious tradition of the Beyeland Army."
"What exactly is this tradition?"
"Well, this is it," Ophelia smiled awkwardly, "Treat people as animals to carry out soil work, push the fortifications into the enemy's face, exhaust yourself to death, and annoy the enemy to death."
After the first round of attacks, the Queyue Barrier by the river was already full of cracks and depressions. The outer wall was damaged in many places in the attack just now. The militiamen had no time to repair during the battle, so they directly erected another row of rafts on the inside for reinforcement. After the living corpses retreated, they worked desperately to dig trenches and reinforce the walls.
On the ground outside the wall, the recently killed living corpses gradually sank into the black mud. Most of them have been burned or broken into pieces, and the black mud is slowly swallowing them up like an endless swamp.
Ophelia watched the movement of the black mud vigilantly for a while, then looked at the crystal tower in the distance with green light shining in the hazy mist, and said to her companions: "This layer of black mud is decomposing all organic matter within the coverage area. , and can even capture a small amount of lost spiritual energy. It is like the roots of a plant, absorbing nutrients all the time, and transports them to the distant tomb chamber through those green crystal towers as the center."
Midian Maier asked while drinking water: "Is the black mud also providing supplies to the living corpses? I vaguely feel that the living corpses within the black mud will be faster and stronger. Moreover, these rotten bones are connected to the internal organs, Their muscles are rotten, and they don’t get any food most of the time, but they can still run and fight with a skeleton. Even if they are driven by the miracle of the evil god, the vitality and strength of these dead people must comply with the principles of magic and cannot be generated out of thin air.”
After hearing their conversation, Griffith also thought for a moment. Judging from the situation of the Bone Ring Minos and the Necromantic Curse, the resurrected living corpse can only maintain its existence for one hour, and additional energy needs to be provided to continue to survive.
What did the cultists want to gain from this incident?
According to known intelligence, the sealed artifact "Call of the Ancestor" they activate will activate the extraordinary characteristics of Silence. After that, there is an urgent need to replenish flesh and blood and spiritual energy to grow.
This surging corpse tide and killings are obviously not the purpose of the cult group but the means. They first invest part of their resources in resurrecting corpses for infection, and then use killing to allow the black mud to absorb more energy. Part of it is used to maintain the creation and fighting of living corpses, and the rest is transmitted to the rotten corpse in the direction of the large tomb.
Although the form is different, and it is weird and twisted, its essence is not much different from Elodie's situation in the Neopolis incident.
The Revan Incident was another attempt by the cult after Neopolis. Then, if the spread of infection cannot be stopped as soon as possible, as long as the cult group extracts enough energy, their true purpose will be exposed.
At this time, another batch of rafts arrived from upstream with supplies. Lanzada was responsible for the transport. As soon as the raft docked, he jumped off and quickly came to Griffith's side to report:
"Sir Knight, in accordance with your order, I brought 15 rafts and some wood, arrows, kerosene, and two disassembled trebuchets that need to be assembled on site."
There were traces of dust and smoke on his face and body, and he looked very tired. It seemed that he had endured a lot of hardships when he came from Xiacheng District. However, his eyes were bright and ready to plunge into new missions.
Griffith looked at him with admiration. This young man is the same age as Paxiu, and his fighting ability is mediocre, but his education and careful thinking are obviously better. Moreover, he has a special kind of persistence and drive, as if the meaning of his existence is to fight for people in danger.
"Thank you, Lansada. How is the situation in the lower city?"
"The living zombies have been attacking our defense line. They tried to cross the river from the upper city to attack, but the militiamen firmly guarded the bridge. Sir Knight, you and your people have restrained their main force, and the citizens will be able to hold it. It’s just that it will be difficult to bring you more support.”
This is to be expected. Although the militiamen are still capable of fighting to defend their homes, wives and children, it will take a lot of time for them to be capable of expeditions or to transform the lower city into an efficient war machine.
