Dusk falls on the western city, at the eastern defense construction site.
With people working day and night without interruption, the continuous defensive fortifications have gradually taken shape.
Looking down from the air, a giant white stone dragon stretches for dozens of kilometers. The original segmented structures have slowly begun to connect, and in some areas, the final assembly is underway.
Just as everyone was focused on building fortifications, a Valkyrie riding a griffin flew in from the far east. She circled above the construction site and blew a long, drawn-out horn.
Everyone looked up at the Valkyrie in the sky, and an ominous premonition immediately enveloped everyone's hearts.
Immediately afterwards, piercing alarm bells rang out from dozens of watchtowers behind the construction site.
People stopped what they were doing and looked up in alarm at the distance.
"The undead! The undead are here!" The Crusader soldiers responsible for guarding the construction site rushed in, driving away the civilians while shouting, "Everyone! Get to the back immediately!"
As the civilians fled into the city, Randall adjusted the position of his dragonbone armor while taking out a longsword and a kite shield from his storage box.
Climbing onto a section of the unfinished city wall, the werewolf Aldnan stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance: "I wonder how many enemies have come?"
Carol, stretching his joints, lifted the heavy double-edged axe and said to Aldenan, "No matter how many come, we can't let them break through here. Behind us is Twilight City..."
Randall closed his eyes, and after a moment, he opened them and said, "The Crusaders and the Knights just held a pre-battle meeting. Approaching Twilight City is a horde of about three thousand undead, mainly composed of humans, livestock, and wild beasts."
"This horde of zombies is moving from the direction of Silver Ring City, and there are no other accompanying hordes of zombies around it. In other words, this is a stray horde of zombies that has broken away from the main force."
Hearing this, Aldenan breathed a sigh of relief: "This is good news."
Randall continued, "According to the reconnaissance, there are alien undead among the horde."
Aldenan's eyes widened: "Well, this is bad news."
Carol asked, "How many of these alien undead are there?"
Randall: "There are no specific numbers, maybe just a few, maybe a group."
Carol grinned, glanced back at the fortifications riddled with holes, and said worriedly, "If only the walls were finished by now."
Randall said, "The command's order is to end this battle as soon as possible. The longer the battle drags on, the more likely it is to alert other enemies."
Aldenan raised his claws and pointed to the sky: "That's easy. Just have those flying guys carry some spores and throw a few rounds. That'll end the battle quickly."
Randall: "The operations department rejected the bombing plan."
Aldenan: "Why?!"
Carol: "Because the spore bombardment will attract more enemies."
Randall nodded and said to Aldenan, "Do you remember the skirmish at Holy Guard City? It was because spores were deployed that enemies dozens of kilometers away were drawn in, greatly increasing the pressure on the zombie horde around Twilight City. So this time, the Operations Department's suggestion is to avoid using spores unless absolutely necessary."
Aldenan rolled his eyes and suggested, "There's a way. If the spores can attract the attention of the undead, why not throw two away from Twilight City? That way, we can lure away any approaching enemies."
Randall smiled wryly, "Do you think those old foxes wouldn't have thought of this? The forests around Moonbrook Plains are home to a large number of undead birds, and any living thing that passes by will be attacked by them. Just imagine what would happen if the Valkyrie rode a griffin and approached there?"
Aldenan was completely out of options: "In the end, this battle is inevitable."
Randall nodded and said, "We not only need to fight, but we also need to resolve this as soon as possible."
Aldenan sighed: "If it were an ordinary enemy, a bow and arrow and a longsword would be enough to deal with them, but how do you tell me how to fight those undead with black insects on their bodies?"
Randall combed the parasitic limbs on the keel back of his head, then put on his helmet and said, "There's always a way."
Three hours later, at the eastern defensive position of Muxi City.
Hundreds of dragonbone knights, riding exotic warhorses, marched in neat ranks to the forefront of the defensive line.
Behind them, two thousand Crusader soldiers formed three squares. The largest square consisted of melee units such as orcs, werewolves, and tauren; the second square included soldiers such as elves, gyrfals, and velvet people; and the last square consisted of dwarves, lizardmen, pigmen, and ratmen.
On the makeshift watchtower, Grand Master Cumberland, seven Crusader High Shamans, and Crusader Commander Ackerman stood together, gazing at the distant horizon.
Cumberland stroked his beard, looked around at the people around him, and said in a deep voice, "You all heard it just now. His Majesty personally issued a decree that I would be in charge of commanding this battle. Now you have no objections, right?"
Ackerman smiled and waved his hand: "In terms of combat experience, no one can compare with you, sir."
The orc high shaman still seemed somewhat unconvinced and opened his mouth as if to say something, but the werewolf high shaman beside him tugged at his clothes, signaling him to shut up.
The elven high shaman looked up at Cumberland and said, "I hope that you, Grand Master, can allocate combat tasks fairly."
The high shaman of the elves emphasized the word "fairness," and everyone present could hear it.
If Emerson had been there, he might have just laughed it off after hearing that.
But Cumberland was a man whose dictionary contained no concept of revenge that lasted overnight.
Cumberland walked up to the elven high shaman, spitting in his face, his voice so loud it made everyone's ears ring: "Bullshit! Open your eyes and look! Look at the knights' battle positions! They will be the first to charge on the battlefield!"
The elven shaman's face turned pale, and he retreated backward.
Cumberland continued to roar, "Don't bring your racially biased shit here! In my eyes, there is no difference between humans and Crusaders! In my eyes, they are all soldiers! Soldiers who defend the kingdom!"
The enraged old man drew his sword and cleaved it in two, the thick wooden pillar being cut in half like a piece of paper.
"If I hear such demoralizing talk again, I'll hang you from the flagpole!" Cumberland sheathed his sword, his eyes wide with rage, and roared, "I mean it!"
"Enemy approaching!" the eagle-eyed scout on the watchtower shouted down, "12,000 meters away!"
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