After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The undead army has arrived in Huangtu City today, but the Bone Dragon has still not shown any trace. According to word of mouth among the refugees, the Bone Dragon has appeared in the mountains to the northeast several times. Whether it is true or not, we must be vigilant.

We have already cleared out three cities and reaped a great harvest. I've already earned one and a half gold coins, but the Duke still hasn't let us retreat.

Huangtu City is a large city, and the identity of its lord has not yet been determined. However, no nobles have been seen escaping so far, and the city walls are well-guarded, suggesting that the lord is quite capable.

……

After finishing his diary, the adjutant glanced at the sunset that had stained half the sky red like blood, then looked down at the undead army that had stopped advancing at the foot of the mountain. He realized that this battle was not going to start anytime soon.

The adjutant plopped down, scratched his itchy scalp, and shook off the dandruff from his hair. Dozens of days of sleeping in the wild had made this elite cavalry group look more like bandits than bandits themselves.

Fortunately, they had no shortage of food and drink, because there was no need for formal combat. The cavalrymen's bags were full of plundered food, and they chewed on dried meat until their cheeks ached every day.

"We need to go for something big, I say. Next time there are runaway nobles, let's just rob them and make some money so we can get married."

"We're not real bandits. Since we robbed you, we have to silence you!"

"Damn it! They're no good anyway, let's just kill them with one blow, consider it ridding the people of a scourge."

"Money alone isn't enough to get a wife. Look at the young lady's personal guards; they're more imposing than knights! Matchmakers are practically living at the gates of their camp! Status, status is the most important thing, understand?"

"Indeed, everyone has made contributions. If we achieve another merit this time, we should mention the matter of becoming a personal guard for the Duke."

Since fires couldn't be lit in the mountains, the soldiers huddled together for warmth. A group of young men in their early twenties gathered together, and the only things they could talk about were the same old things.

Although the adjutant remained silent, he still harbored longing in his heart.

They had gone through layers of selection to become cavalrymen, and trained hard every day. However, in their first battle, they ran into the army of the undead and suffered heavy casualties.

Then look at their peers, whose children are already crawling on the ground, and what about them? A group of so-called elite bachelors!

But even though they said that, when asked to actually imagine what their future wives would look like, their minds went blank, and they had no idea what they would be like.

Just then, the scouts who had gathered intelligence returned.

"Sir, the entire Western Knights have been mobilized and are currently converging on Huangtu City. In addition, a group of people has appeared on the main road to the east. Judging from their armor, they are the Royal Guard of the capital, and their numbers are estimated to be around five hundred."

The adjutant rubbed his hands together. If he wasn't mistaken, the guards were protecting the Duke of Trist in the Western Territory.

"What direction are they heading?"

The scout immediately reported in detail, "The Knights are advancing in a straight line and are about to enter Huangtu City. The Imperial Guard has already detected the movements of the Undead army. They are marching at a fast pace and are currently making a detour to the south. They will arrive at the south gate of Huangtu City in about half an hour."

"It seems we won't get much out of this." The adjutant shook his head and smiled bitterly. The militiamen were much more eager than them; they would arrive with a large convoy of carriages before tomorrow morning.

Unfortunately, the Knights and Duke Drizzt have already joined the battle, so their trip is destined to be in vain.

"Except for the sentries, everyone else..."

Just as the adjutant was preparing to arrange for the soldiers to rest, another scout rushed over.

"Report! The undead army has suddenly launched an attack on Huangtu City!"

"What?"

The adjutant was shocked. He almost jumped up from the ground, quickly walked to the edge of the woods, and took out his binoculars to investigate carefully.

Visibility was extremely poor in the darkness, but he could still hear the commotion caused by the undead. On that pitch-black plain, thousands of undead were rushing forward, their footsteps dense and chaotic.

clang!clang!clang!

The bronze bells on the city wall were struck rapidly, and clusters of firelight lit up one after another, while a commotion also broke out inside the city.

"What happened?"

The newly appointed Grand Master of the Knights, Siotte, strode up to the city wall. He didn't need anyone's answer, because he had already seen rows and rows of twisted skeletons.

"Prepare the kerosene!"

Siotte, who was over fifty years old and had extensive combat experience, saw that the undead had begun to pile up under the city walls and build human ladders. He quickly mobilized the guards and knights to take turns carrying logs and rolling stones.

"Smash it! Smash this filthy stuff!"

The knights worked together to lift a large rock and hurled it at the area where the undead were most concentrated. With a loud bang, dozens of skeletons were smashed to pieces.

However, the number of undead is increasing, and what makes them terrifying is their complete lack of fear. These numb corpses have only a desire to slaughter living beings in their eyes.

The height of the white bone staircase began to rise, and at the same time, dozens of undead with darker colors began to charge at the city gate.

Oswald had also suffered from the claws of the undead before, and when these claws tore through the city gates, shoving aside the flying splinters of wood, even Soft frowned.

Huge boulders and logs rained down, causing continuous heavy casualties to the undead. The guards brought oil and, under the calm command of Suot, began to pour it onto the piled-up undead.

The torches were thrown down, and with a thunderous roar, flames shot into the sky, instantly turning the area below the city into a sea of ​​fire. Countless undead writhe and struggle in the flames, finally shattering and scattering with a soft thud.

"Form a long spear formation to defend the city gate."

As soon as the order was given, seven hundred knights rushed down the city wall and stood behind the city gate, forming a well-trained and impenetrable battle formation.

The city gate gradually weakened, but just as the undead tore open a crack, a long spear burst through the gate, sending the undead flying.

The two sides exchanged blows, with one side extending an arm and the other spitting out a cold glint. When the city gate completely collapsed, the knights shouted in unison.

"kill!"

They marched forward in unison, their long spears crisscrossing as they took turns thrusting, shattering the undead in the blink of an eye.

On the other side of the city wall, the undead had already climbed up. Caught off guard, several guards had their throats ripped open, and they spun around in terror, screaming as blood gushed three feet high from their carotid arteries.

"Lower your head, cover your neck, and squat down!"

Siotte quickly gave them orders, and the guards did as they were told. However, as soon as they knelt down, they collapsed to the ground, their eyes still filled with terror, and they had already bled to death.

Unable to suppress a sigh, Siotte drew his sword and roared, "Knights, form ranks! Slay the enemy!"

A hole appeared in the city's defenses, and Soft had to personally lead his troops to plug it. He quickly cut down several undead who rushed up, then picked up a large rock, his arm veins bulging, and with a loud shout, smashed a large section of the bone staircase into the ground.

With their commander so valiant, the guards regained their courage. Although more and more undead surged up the wall, the guards and knights were far stronger than the unarmed undead and held their line firmly.

"There's no time to pour it out, just throw the oil and the container down together!"

As Sut slashed his way through the crowd, he cleared a space for the guards, who hurriedly threw down jars of fire pots, which reignited a raging fire. The piled-up bones burned fiercely from the bottom up, like a firewood rack.

"Now! Smash them! Smash them down!"

With the pressure on the city's defenses greatly reduced, the guards and knights once again frantically moved logs and boulders, desperately hurling them at the undead.

The sounds of bones cracking were incessant, and the fighting gradually subsided.

The staircases of bones crumbled in the flames. Sutt raised his longsword and shouted at the knights guarding the city gates, "Counterattack! Counterattack! Annihilate them all!"

The knights roared in unison and charged out of the city gates, sweeping away the remaining undead along the city walls.

After instructing the others to go and repair the city gate, Sensei finally breathed a sigh of relief and shakily sheathed his longsword.

He was getting old, and although he still had the vigor and strength in his body, his stamina was not as good as before, and he was no longer suitable to continue fighting on the front line.

As the battle was drawing to a close, and Sut was resting against the wall, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.

"The old commander's charm is as strong as ever." The somewhat thin and tall Duke Tristana, stroking his goatee, laughed as he climbed the city wall.

"Your Grace, Duke." Siotte bowed respectfully.

"Hmm, you've done a great job again, Softstar." Trist narrowed his eyes, smiling broadly on the surface, but inwardly he was somewhat displeased.

Of course, this displeasure wasn't directed at Ultraman.

What truly angered him were those incompetent nobles who made him use the Knights Order and even had to be banished to his territory by the king to resolve such trivial matters.

His important plans were all ruined by these nobles, big and small, from the Western Territories!

Now that a new king has just ascended the throne, no one expected that it would be the second prince, Frank, who would take the throne. With power still uncertain, how could Tristana, as the leader of the centrist faction, leave the capital at such a crucial moment?

The Duke of the East has been won over by the Queen, the Duke of the North seems intent on supporting King Frank, and the Southern faction consists mainly of veterans from the First Prince's faction...

He has a lot of important things to consider.

"You've worked hard, you've worked hard." Trist patted Sutt on the shoulder to show his affection, then stood on the city wall and looked around for a while, thinking about what excuse to use to return to the royal city.

He turned to leave, but was suddenly drawn to a flashing object on the ground.

Trist bent down and picked up the gleaming piece of "metal," asking Soft with some curiosity, "What is this? From an undead?"

The clouds in the night sky churned, and a few muffled claps of thunder echoed.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, eventually extinguishing the torches on the city wall.

In the pitch black, Siotte's pupils trembled rapidly. He had seen that thing when he was young; it was almost identical to the decoration on Baird's chest, the dragon slayer.

"Duke, this, this is... dragon scales!"

Crack! A thunderclap tore through the night sky, leaving behind tree-like bolts of lightning that lingered for a long time.

In those few seconds of flashing light, Twisted Fate saw for the first time the terrified face of Sudoku, covered in cold sweat.

The wind and rain began to stir, and lightning bolts erupted one after another. If Oswald were here, he would definitely complain: Damn, who has started another instance!

The sky and earth changed color, and lightning flashed continuously at a high frequency hidden in the dark clouds. Whether it was the cavalry in the distance, the soldiers inside and outside the city walls, or the residents who came out to watch, they all raised their heads and looked up at the sky almost at the same time.

To the northeast, an ancient growl howled in the wind, casting a massive dragon-shaped shadow on the ground that slowly shrouded the entire city.