Chapter 467: Light but Heavy

On Rand's pursuit.

A shadow passed across the sky.

Then a sturdy flying bull-horse landed with a missionary of the Mother Goddess Sect.

"Sir." The missionary of the Mother Goddess sect bowed his head and saluted. "If you are looking for the location of the undead army, I can lead the way for you."

"Very good." Rand looked at the missionary, whose face was a little purple from the cold and whose eyebrows and beard were covered with frost.

Flying in the sky and enduring the cold wind is indeed colder than on the ground.

As for his mount, the flying ox-horse, it was not greatly affected by the cold wind, perhaps because of the dragon blood in its body, but it seemed very tired, perhaps because it had been exercising all the time.

"Lead the way. I'm looking for the army of the undead," Rand said.

"Follow me." The missionary of the Mother Goddess sect did not continue riding the flying ox-horse. The flying ox-horse was already out of breath, and if it was to lead the army, it would not need to go that fast.

The Mother Goddess missionary mounted a warhorse and guided Rand.

While giving directions, the Mother Goddess missionary hesitated several times before asking, "Two people in the city..."

Rand knew what he was going to ask: "I have sent people to collect the bodies and will take them to the Holy Land for burning. They are respectable warriors."

The missionary of the Mother Goddess sect stopped talking. The two sacrificed missionaries were his friends. He came here this time hoping for a lucky break, but he didn't expect to meet Lord Rand.

The army that Lord Rand brought was not very large, but the missionaries of the Mother Goddess sect were very sure that those undead bastards would not be Lord Rand's match.

I didn't expect that the opportunity for revenge would come at this moment.

Rand looked at this silent missionary who occasionally spoke to give directions. With his rich experience, he felt that this missionary wanted to fight personally.

"Do you want to chop the undead with a knife yourself?" Rand asked directly.

The missionary nodded.

"In theory, you're not a soldier, you should spend your life somewhere else," Rand said.

The missionary bowed his head.

"Forget it, just follow me later and I'll lead you to kill." Rand smiled.

The missionary was a little surprised and looked up at Rand, but the young man with black hair and black eyes no longer looked back at him.

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"Are there any more logs? Bring them to the city wall quickly!" Missionaries from the Mother Goddess Sect and the First Born Sect were responsible for a small section of the city wall.

Originally, the local lord found that there were not enough grassroots officers, so he thought of these two missionaries. These two missionaries seemed to be from the Duke of the Moon.

Recognizing the military ability of the Duke of Moon Phase, the local lord went to question the two missionaries.

The answer I got was: "Only the most basic training."

Then the local lord asked the two missionaries to assist in the command with doubt.

After observation, I felt at ease to let these two people be responsible for a section of the city wall.

Apart from the initial discomfort, the two missionaries soon began to roar and give orders.

They were certainly not the reserve officers who had received the required courses in warfare.

But you do know some common sense about defending a city.

At other times, you just need to take orders.

There are a lot of undead, but the local soldiers and non-commissioned officers are familiar with fighting against the undead.

From the Tide of the Undead, to the establishment of the City of the Undead, and then to the City of the Undead sending troops to feint at the Kingdom of Lensa and attack the Kingdom of Borun, the number of times they have fought against the undead has not been too few.

Therefore, in the face of the terrifying undead, morale can still be barely maintained.

Due to the advantage of foresight in intelligence, the city was somewhat prepared, but the gap in numbers was still considerable.

However, intelligence advantages can bring more than just this.

The city lord, who is also the lord of this territory, has already sent people to ask for help from the nearby nobles.

The two missionaries were also very clear that since they could receive communications from the vibration communication device, Lord Rand should also be able to receive it.

Perhaps Lord Rand would come to support them. After all, based on their understanding of Lord Rand, the Duke of Moon Phase, who hated the undead, would definitely not sit idly by and watch the spread of the undead. And Lord Rand had after all been contracted for the corresponding business.

"The time has come, why hasn't the rotation person arrived yet!" The missionaries of the Mother Goddess sect continued to roar, while the missionaries of the Novice sect had other tasks.

The basic method of command in this era was through shouting. Larger-scale wars would use command flags, carrier pigeons, or messengers.

But the command of this city is still at the stage of relying on shouting.

The undead commander under the city was also a little anxious.

The biggest trump card, the holy hand bone, cannot be used again in a short period of time. It is no longer possible to create the giant undead that wreaked havoc in the original city.

If there is no interference, it will not be too difficult to capture the small town in front of us.

The arrival speed of human reinforcements will not be too fast, and they have a clear understanding of the arrival speed of human reinforcements.

but!

There is also the Duke of Moon, Rand, who is definitely and absolutely eyeing the situation covetously and may appear at any time.

"Push them all forward." Seeing that the situation was becoming tense, the commander of the Undead Army did not hesitate to send all the reserve troops to the battlefield.

Outside the city were walking skeletons and corpses.

The laws of war for the undead are different from those for humans.

Human beings need to minimize their losses as much as possible and rationally allocate the military forces used in the entire war.

Because human beings cannot be regenerated in a short period of time, and this is especially true for soldiers. The combat effectiveness of newly recruited soldiers is often not as good as expected.

But the undead are different, all they need is one sufficient death.

When the power of death and corpses are combined, the army of the undead is naturally born.

With more deaths, high-level undead soldiers will naturally appear.

In short, as long as we can break through human defenses, we will naturally have the military force.

The whispers of the undead permeate outside the city, but the human soldiers on the city walls cannot hear them.

All they could hear was the roar of the junior officers.

These soldiers may not be willing to die for the villagers in the city or the lords and nobles.

But everyone knows that the undead don't want prisoners.

From time to time, infected villagers would be thrown into the city by the undead, and then the emergency response team set up by the newborn missionaries would be immediately activated to deal with it.

I don’t know what the undead did. After some villagers were thrown from outside the city, they didn’t die immediately. They wailed while being burned.

The missionary from the Newborn sect was in charge of this matter. He felt reluctant about it, but he did not hesitate to act.

Some soldiers suspected of being infected would also be locked up and isolated, or even brutally killed and burned.

The followers of the First Generation often pursue peace and justice among mankind, but that does not mean they cannot make decisions when necessary.

At least when faced with evil, they know what to do.

Otherwise, the Torch Church would not have been able to develop, suppress the Nurturing Blood Church, and finally destroy this evil cult.

At least when facing evil, the newborn sect of the Torch Church, or all sects of the Torch Church, are very professional.

In short, the enemy of evil.

When the soldiers were rotated, the missionary of the Mother God Sect found the missionary of the First Born Sect who was on patrol and whispered, "It's almost over."

The missionaries of the Newborn sect were stunned when they heard this.

He was originally prepared to fight to the death, or to be more precise, prepared to die in battle.

But now he suddenly said that it was almost over. Looking at the expression of his teammate, he seemed quite relaxed, so it seemed that reinforcements had arrived.

"Are reinforcements coming?" asked the Novice missionary. This was the most likely scenario.

"Yes, my vibration communication device showed the message." The missionary of the Mother Goddess sect said easily.

"Who will the reinforcements be?" asked the Novice missionary.

"The vibration communication device cannot transmit too complicated messages, so I don't know the specific information, but the army sent by Lord Rand will surely bring victory." The missionary of the Mother Goddess sect has an almost blind trust in Rand.

"Okay, I'll bring you some food later." After the missionary of the Mother Goddess sect said this, he signaled to the missionary of the Newborn sect that he could work on his own while he went to find food.

After a rotation rest, it's back to the battlefield.

On the city wall, the defenders looked solemn. They gripped their weapons tightly, their palms were already soaked with sweat, and their eyes were filled with fatigue.

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The soldiers guarding the city were not too elite.

There have been deserters.

They knew they had nowhere to escape, and they also knew that once the city walls were breached, what awaited them would be endless slaughter and despair.

But they were too weak. They knew that running away would not have any good results, but they still could not continue fighting.

Too many comrades fell off the city wall screaming.

Courage is not something that can be maintained by reason alone.

Besides, they are not necessarily very rational.

"Hold on! For the sake of our families and this city, we must not retreat!" The commander's hoarse voice echoed on the city wall. The commander even waved his sword himself and fought hard to kill the undead that climbed up the city wall.

There were too many undead, and they seemed endless. Even if one fell, more would come. The defenders' defenses were shaken, and casualties became more and more serious. On the city walls, blood flowed like a river, and corpses were everywhere.

Perhaps the least worried were the two missionaries.

After discussion, they did not inform the lord of the news of reinforcements.

It would be too strange if God kept giving oracles, and it hasn't been long yet, so the morale of the soldiers shouldn't collapse too quickly in a short period of time.

Just as the defense line became increasingly shaky, some undead had already rushed up the city wall.

A loud horn sounded suddenly from a distance, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, tearing the sky apart.

Everyone raised their heads and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

On the horizon, an army was seen rushing in with overwhelming force. They were dressed in armor, holding sharp swords, marching in unison, riding war horses, like divine soldiers descending from the sky. The brightly colored flags fluttered in the wind, embroidered with shields, swords and wheat ears, symbolizing the glory of the Nicholas family.

There are a thousand people here.

Of course, Rand does not have that many heavy cavalry, nor that many war horses.

Many of these cavalrymen could only barely ride horses, and could not be considered cavalry.

These war horses were also rented by Rand from his allies.

Rand's allies cannot enter the territory of the Kingdom of Rensa. They have no such authorization, and since there is a way, Rand has no need to arrange for smuggling.

Rand borrowed some horses and came here with the elite warriors of the Sanctuary.

After getting closer.

Rand ordered: "Infantry, dismount!"

Soon the infantry dismounted and the horses were managed by some auxiliary soldiers.

The infantry formed into formation and began to advance.

The Scourge commander certainly took notice of these reinforcements.

He could see at a glance the disgusting Nicholas family flag.

"Reinforcements are coming! Our reinforcements are coming!" a soldier on the city wall shouted excitedly, his voice trembling with excitement.

The news spread across the battlefield like lightning, and the defenders' originally low morale instantly rose. They seemed to see the dawn of hope.

"Hold on! Reinforcements are here, victory is at hand!" the lord roared, his voice full of confidence.

It was obviously against the rules for Rand to have so many troops on the battlefield, but now, the lord couldn't care less.

This is to save lives.

I didn't expect that even though I had already sent out a message to ask for help from the country's nobles, it was Rand's army that arrived first.

I just wonder if this Grand Duke of the Moon Phase himself has come.

Compared to the excitement of human forces, the undead felt disgusted.

There is no fear of the undead.

But all Scourge followers and intelligent undead felt deeply powerless.

Sure enough, whenever they wanted to do something, this Rand would jump out and disgust them.

It is obvious that Rand is just a nominal duke, with only a few people.

But it was such a small duke who was able to thwart the strategies of the Undead time and time again. Now they even had reason to suspect that Rand was behind the summoning of a more complete holy artifact of the Scourge Apostle.

Rand and his warriors remained fearless in the face of undead whose numbers were several times theirs.

As long as the number gap is not more than ten times or even dozens of times, the undead are nothing to the elite hideout fighters.

Rand's eyes swept across the undead army and looked at their command platform.

Rand's eyes met the disgusted gaze of the Undead Commander Bishop.

The two parties could not see each other's faces, but they seemed to have a mysterious connection.

If it was when the tide of the undead had just begun, Rand's army would be nothing to the undead.

If the City of the Dead had just been built, Rand's army could kill the undead with just one finger.

But until now.

The power of the Sanctuary grows stronger with Rand's continuous efforts.

The undead grew weaker due to human resistance and Rand's disgust.

Now, the last army of the undead is where hope lies.

He is no longer a match for Rand.

Rand grinned, revealing his white teeth.

In front of him was a dense swarm of undead.

"Prepare to engage the enemy!" Rand roared! "Zheng——————"

A thousand sharp weapons were used at the same time, flashing iron-blue light in the hands of the warriors.

Either a long spear or a long sword.

The long-restrained power of a thousand people was released at this moment, like thunder, like a storm, and like the clear sky.

(End of this chapter)