My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Looking at the densely packed ghostly army outside the city, the priest collapsed to the ground.

His whole body was still trembling, and he kept muttering "impossible".

The soldiers on the city wall were filled with fear and panic.

Just then, a soldier stumbled to the priest's side, his face ashen, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and urgently reported.

"My lord, I've done a rough count, and the number of these ghosts is probably... probably around 100,000!"

"One hundred thousand?!"

Upon hearing the number, the pastor abruptly raised his head, his lips twitching violently, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

"No...impossible! The battle report clearly says there were only a few hundred ghosts! Where did this army of 100,000 come from?! Are you sure you didn't miscount?!"

The soldier trembled with fear, quickly lowered his head, and spoke urgently and aggrievedly.

"My lord, I dare not have miscounted! The ghosts below are densely packed, stretching as far as the eye can see, their formations perfectly aligned. A rough estimate suggests there are at least 100,000 of them! They are now approaching the fortress. How should we respond? Please give your orders, my lord!"

The pastor froze on the spot, his mind went blank, and only the words "ten thousand" echoed repeatedly in his ears.

He raised his head and looked down at the overwhelming army of ghosts below the city walls; the dense baleful aura almost swallowed him whole.

This border fortress was already short of troops.

The garrison, including the priests, numbered only a few thousand.

Let alone resisting an army of 100,000 ghosts, it would be impossible to defend against even 100,000 ordinary monsters!

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He gripped the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, his nails digging into the fabric, his eyes filled with despair and panic.

Where was his former arrogance and confidence? He didn't even have the courage to give an order. He just stood there blankly, as if his soul had been taken away.

The soldier spoke again, urging, "Sir! Please issue the order quickly!"

The priest swallowed hard and murmured, "Send...send troops...repel them."

The soldiers were all taken aback.

send troops?

Isn't this just suicide?

Before the soldiers could react, a dark figure slowly emerged from the ghost formation beneath the city wall.

It was a dark elf dressed in black leather armor, with a cold and stern face, and surrounded by a dense aura of malevolent spirit.

He held a soul longbow that gleamed with an eerie light in his hand.

He was the leader of the Dark Elves, who was killed by Lin Mo along with his son when they attacked Ash Fortress.

Now that his soul has been absorbed into the black sword, as Lin Mo's strength continues to increase, his power far surpasses what he had in life, making him even stronger than at his peak.

The dark elf leader's eyes were cold, and he showed no hesitation whatsoever.

He raised his hand, drew the bow, and a black arrow, imbued with pure soul energy, instantly took shape, its tip radiating a chilling aura.

His gaze locked onto the priest standing motionless on the city wall, and his fingers loosened their grip.

The arrow shot out like a meteor, whistling through the air, traversing hundreds of meters of the battlefield, and piercing the priest's head with perfect accuracy.

puff!

With a soft thud, the priest collapsed to the ground before he could even scream.

His eyes were wide open, his face still showing the bewilderment he had shown in life, and he was completely lifeless.

Upon seeing this, the group of priests behind him panicked and retreated in disarray.

"Oh no! It's over! The master has been killed!"

"Holy crap! Retreat! Retreat!"

"Get out of the way! Are you soldiers all idiots?! I said get out of the way!"

……

Their faces were filled with fear, and they ran backward screaming.

Gone was their former composure; some were even so frightened that they dropped the crosses they were holding.

The soldiers on the city wall were terrified at the sight of the soul arrow that pierced the priest's head, and their morale plummeted to rock bottom.

Now that these pastors are causing trouble, they are also considering leaving.

"Anyone who disrupts morale will be executed!"

puff!

The sound of flesh being cleaved apart rang out.

The fastest-running priest was cleaved in two.

This sudden scene silenced everyone.

At the same time, a golden figure strode up the city wall; it was Mag.

He was still wearing that dazzling golden armor, gripping his greatsword tightly in his hand, his expression solemn yet unusually calm.

His aura slowly dissipated, instantly suppressing the panic on the city wall.

"What's the panic!"

Mag wiped the blood off his greatsword and roared, his voice booming and echoing throughout the entire city wall.

"Hold your ground! Return to your posts immediately and hold the city walls! Priests, continue enchanting your weapons. Archers, prepare yourselves. Do not fire an arrow without my order!"

Upon hearing Mag's order, the soldiers' panicked hearts calmed down a little, and they returned to their posts as instructed, gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes showing a newfound confidence.

In their hearts, Mag was the one who could truly protect the fortress.

Mag's gaze swept over the ghostly army below, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes. He immediately gave an order to his adjutant beside him.

"Quickly, have someone activate the teleportation array and send a message to the capital, saying that we've been attacked by a ghost army and requesting emergency support! Get the message out as soon as possible!"

The adjutant dared not delay and immediately turned to leave, but not long after, he rushed back in a panic, his face pale, and reported.

"General...General, something terrible has happened! The rear has cut off our access to the teleportation array; it can't be activated at all, and we can't send messages out!"

"What?!"

Mag was jolted, his eyes instantly blazing with fury. The veins on his hand gripping the greatsword bulged as he gritted his teeth and spoke.

"These treacherous officials! How dare they cut off my escape route at a time like this!"

After the anger came a deep sense of powerlessness, but Mag quickly suppressed his emotions, and his eyes became even more determined.

"Pass on my order, adjutant: you will personally lead ten elite soldiers to break out through the secret passage at the rear of the fortress, borrow troops from the surrounding cities, and at the same time send a message to the capital! Make sure the message reaches the capital, requesting reinforcements!"

"yes!"

The adjutant clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, then turned and immediately selected his elite troops to prepare for a breakout.

Mag turned around and looked down at the city walls once more.

The ghostly army was approaching the fortress, and the dark elf leader drew his bow once more.

Countless ghosts also raised their soul blades, and a dense aura of malevolence swept over them.

He took a deep breath, gripped the greatsword tightly, and the holy light around him intensified, his tone firm and resolute.

"Brothers, the teleportation array has been severed, and reinforcements haven't arrived. We have no way out! Today, we will live and die with this fortress. Even if we die, we will hold this place and not let the ghost army advance an inch! Begin the battle!"