After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Under the king's forceful invitation, Luna agreed to stay at the palace for a period of time.

The kind-hearted king even personally escorted Luna back to the Duke's mansion to pack her luggage. On the way back, the two rode in the same carriage, which made Luna so angry that she could only grit her teeth and maintain a fake smile, while in reality she wished she could punch Frank's stinky face twice.

After imagining countless free-fighting scenarios in her mind, Luna snapped out of her daze and realized that the carriage had stopped moving.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"

"What's all the commotion about? Can't you see I have guests?" Frank smiled politely at Luna, then his expression changed instantly as he turned to reprimand the servants who had rushed over.

"Your Majesty, this matter is extremely urgent!" The attendant, no longer in the mood to ponder Frank's attitude, urgently interrupted him, his voice trembling, "An undead calamity has broken out in the Southern Territory! A full forty to fifty thousand undead troops are besieging the Southern Territory's capital!"

Frank was immediately startled, abandoning all pretense of maintaining his composure. He grabbed the servant by the collar and snapped, "Who sent this message? Has it been verified?!"

The attendant replied tremblingly, "It's a message sent by a trusted confidant of the Duke of the Southern Territory, requesting that you immediately send troops to aid us, Your Majesty."

Luna pricked up her ears, but lost interest after only a few sentences. What did the appearance of an undead army in the southern territory have to do with her, the young lady of the ducal mansion in the northern territory?

Even if the Southern Territory is breached, the undead army will still be separated from the King's vast and prosperous Central Region on its way to the Northern Territory. In any case, it's not her place to worry about it.

"So many undead have appeared out of nowhere. What are the nobles of the Southern Territory doing, having to cause trouble during my wedding?"

Frank was furious. He grabbed the Duke of the Southern Territory's report and quickly flipped through it several times, his displeasure reaching its peak.

The vast Southern Territory boasts a standing army of up to 100,000, making it a piece of cake to deal with the undead army.

To be honest, as long as no exceptional individual appears in the undead army, seven or eight thousand cavalrymen could easily deal with these forty or fifty thousand undead by making several round trips and charging around.

But some people are so heartless that they actually have the nerve to say that the capital is besieged and that the whole kingdom should provide them with aid!

Frank really didn't want to get involved in this matter; after all, sending a large army would only deplete the king's strength.

His eyes darted around, and he handed the report in his hand to Luna, who was yawning, deciding to divert the trouble elsewhere.

"Miss Luna, the Northern Army's fighting strength is unparalleled in the country. I'd like to ask them to help handle this matter. What do you think?"

Luna took it and pretended to look at it seriously for a while. Having handled political affairs with her brother and Elene, she was no longer a political novice.

"Your Majesty, the Northern Territory is impoverished and cannot provide the necessary provisions for the expedition. If the Duke of the Southern Territory is willing to provide provisions free of charge and offer three thousand gold coins as a reward for the Northern army's expedition, I think my brother would be very happy to help the Southern Territory overcome its difficulties."

Luna, believing herself to be on the third level, offered a condition that no one could accept, and the Duke of the Southern Territory would never agree to it.

With three thousand gold coins, you could hire not only mercenaries but also the royal guards!

But Frank, on the fifth floor, after receiving the answer he wanted, hurriedly instructed his attendant: "Tell the Duke that as long as provisions and a reward of three thousand gold coins are provided, the Northern Army is willing to help the Southern Territory conquer the Undead army."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

???

Luna, belatedly realizing what was happening, was filled with question marks. Seriously, could you, as the king, be any more shameless? Who wants to fight the undead? It's just drawing hatred from afar.

"Form ranks! Form ranks! Swordsmen and shieldmen, advance! Cavalry, escort civilians back immediately!"

In the mountains of the Northern Territory, a war between humans and the undead continues. The undead, swarming across the mountains, searched far and wide until they finally found the survivors' temporary shelter.

They began to assemble and then launched a fierce attack on the camp.

Nearly fifty years old, with a scar near his eye and one eye rolled back, Count Rondo still personally went to the front lines, calmly commanding his soldiers to resist the pursuit of the undead.

After the city was destroyed by the undead serpent that day, he gathered the surviving soldiers and civilians, totaling more than 10,000 people, and fled into the mountains while fighting.

The good news is that the undead serpent did not come to hunt them down; the bad news is that there are still about 30,000 undead soldiers closely following them.

"General, this can't go on. We shouldn't go any further south. Ice City is in the northwest. If we head towards the capital, we're sure to run into the Duke's reinforcements."

Red, who could barely stand up, was wrapped up like a dumpling, but even so, he refused to evacuate with the civilians and stayed on the front line of the battle.

"Take turns providing cover and speed up the retreat. In the mountains, the undead are not as agile as we are." After telling his men, Rondo turned and gave Red a cold look. "I've already said, I don't need the Charles family's help, and they don't have anyone who can defeat the Undead Serpent."

"Even so, the Duke still has a large army under his command. We can only survive by following the Duke." Red argued logically. He understood that Rondo had long wanted to break away from the Northern Territory, but he just hadn't had the opportunity.

"Go your own way!" Rondo, wielding his greatsword, cut down another undead who had suddenly barged in, and then began to plan the retreat route.

He had a grudge against the Duke's mansion in the previous generation. It could be said that if it weren't for Reid being here today, he would have shown the Charles family what the treacherous world was like.

Reid sighed repeatedly. "Old General, I once rose through the ranks under your command. You know what kind of person I am. If the Duke were truly so heartless and ruthless, why would I have followed him so devotedly!"

"Let's go, old general. Your subjects are also the Duke's subjects. The Duke will not abandon us."

"You son of a bitch, what do you want from me...?"

Rondo brandished his sword with a loud shout, but froze on the spot the next moment. Whether it was a miracle or not, the undead who had been relentlessly pursuing them seemed to have received some kind of command, and quickly changed direction, heading straight for the foot of the mountain.

Red touched his head. It was truly bizarre; nothing reasonable or normal had happened since he arrived here.

"Cavalry, cavalry! Where are my cavalry? Hurry up and see what's going on!" Rondo plopped down, finally letting out a sigh of relief, but a strange glint appeared in his eyes.

On the other side, five hundred cavalrymen galloping along the edge of the basin were still searching for the survivors along the marching route set by the Duke.

Jenny was somewhat disoriented. Not long ago, they had all seen the huge lightning spell in the sky and knew the direction from which it was cast.

That's a power possessed only by great magicians...

If the Duke is a great magician, then he is hiding his abilities very well. However, this also explains why Elena insisted on waiting for the Duke to return to resolve the issue.

But when he went to war, the Duke didn't bring a magic stone with him, let alone a staff. Could it be that the lance was his staff?

Jenny couldn't understand or fathom Oswald.

"Enemy attack!"

A loud shout came from ahead, and Jenny was brought back to her senses. She saw tens of thousands of undead rushing out of the mountains and charging towards them in a mighty wave.

The scene was so impressive that it seemed as if the entire earth was trembling.

"Charge!"

The cavalrymen drew their lances in unison, urging their horses to slow down in preparation for the formation of the battle line.

The adjutant swallowed hard, his expression serious. The enemy numbers were too great, and the Duke's orders were to allow him to preserve his strength and retreat.

As soon as they formed their battle formation, the undead didn't even glance at them, rushing off towards the city as if they were just passing by.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately became alert and looked around. The intelligence report clearly stated that there was an S-rank Calamity Undead Serpent among the Undead army.

Jenny frowned. The huge magic circle from more than an hour ago was clearly not prepared to deal with the grunts. The only possibility was that the Duke had encountered a powerful enemy in the city!

"Lieutenant, stop them immediately!" Janice shouted from the carriage.

"What?" The adjutant turned around in confusion. How could the nun be even more formidable than them? There were tens of thousands of undead on the other side.

"The Duke is fighting the undead serpents inside the city; they're heading straight for him!"

On the flat land, the hooves of the scouts galloped, while the remaining five hundred cavalrymen anxiously watched the battle inside the city.

The scout reined in his horse, panting heavily, and said, "Captain, a large army of undead is approaching us!"

"What? How many?" The cavalry captain's expression changed drastically, and his warhorse became restless.

"No less than 20,000!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was startled. Looking at the increasingly frenzied battle within the city, their expressions tightened, and they gripped their spears tightly.

They could certainly abandon the Duke and leave... but they could not and would not do so.

"Brother, do you still have the strength?" The cavalry captain looked quietly at the scout, who had caught his breath and nodded, quickly drawing his sword from his waist.

"We don't need you to fight!" The cavalry captain patted his shoulder meaningfully and pointed to the horn on the broken city wall.

The scout understood his captain's meaning perfectly well. He nodded emphatically and whipped his whip, heading towards the city wall.

Climbing up the city wall, before me was an undead giant serpent that coiled and rolled endlessly. Its body was larger than any monster in any storybook; its head had once devoured the sky and the earth and torn apart dragons; its ribs were two rows of sharp spears, enough to pierce through the heavy armor of a great general.

Although the scouts couldn't see exactly where the Duke was, they knew he was still fighting, as evidenced by the increasingly frantic shaking of the giant python.

Behind him were his comrades, who were lining up their horses side by side, their gleaming spears flashing with a cold light.

Not one of them backed down.

The damage to the city wall was more severe than he had imagined. The ground was still shaking violently. The scout scrambled along, clutching the ancient horn on the city wall.

The gas stirred up dust, echoing countless years of history, and with a muffled sound, he knew their battle had begun.