A few days later, the sun shone on the land of Baldur's Gate. A neat and majestic army was marching with firm steps towards the place where the undead appeared as marked in the letter.
After marching for a while, they finally arrived at their destination.
However, along the way, they didn't even see a bone, let alone the undead.
"This place...why don't I see anything? Where are the undead?!"
The leader of the Crimson Iron Fist Mercenary Group exclaimed loudly, rubbing his nose curiously.
This burly and muscular captain was the only one among all the soldiers present who had reached the Saint Realm.
In addition, he also changed his job to become an Iron Wall Warrior, a powerful warrior profession that focuses on defense and physique.
However, as a warrior, he is not good at such meticulous work as searching for the undead.
After a brief thought, he turned around and shouted to the group of people behind him who were dressed strangely:
"Everyone, it's time for you to play your role!"
It turned out that these people were priests he specially invited from the Temple of Light.
Hearing the call from the leader, those people wearing snow-white priest robes nodded in agreement. As servants of light, it was their mission to expel the undead.
Then, the priests came forward in an orderly manner, holding tightly in their hands the scepters that symbolized the power of light.
Accompanied by the sound of the wind, they began to chant mysterious and ancient spells in a low voice.
Although divine magic is essentially performed with the help of the powerful force of gods, the step of "reciting spells" is an indispensable step.
However, the magicians chanted the spells to mobilize the power of the magic network of the magic goddess Mistra, while the spells chanted by the priests were more like a pious way of praying to the God of Light.
For a moment, the air was filled with a solemn atmosphere, as if the whole world was quietly listening to the priests' prayers.
The low, rhythmic incantation, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, gradually converged into a dazzling light, illuminating this once silent land...
"There is indeed the breath of the undead, in that direction!"
The person who spoke had a serious expression on his face, his eyes fixed on the forest in the distance.
His companion nodded slightly in agreement:
"If my estimation is correct, there should be a necromancer among these undead who has mastered the breath-concealing technique."
"But in my opinion, his own strength is not too strong. He can only reach the Diamond level. There is no need to worry."
After hearing the priests' judgment, the soldiers on the side breathed a sigh of relief.
Normally, the number of undead that a necromancer can control will never exceed his own strength.
Moreover, the person who made these judgments was a priest from the Church of Light.
You know, the Holy See of Light is proficient in many fields. It can not only treat diseases and save lives, but also perform various magical healing spells to restore the injured to their original state.
If you encounter difficulties, you can even communicate with the gods through divination and prayer to obtain guidance and strength.
However, what they are best at is stomping on demons and punching the undead.
After all, the power of light is the natural nemesis of the undead, and no other power in the world can compare with it.
Whenever the power of light descends, those originally eerie and terrifying undead spirits will instantly melt away like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun, without any ability to fight back.
Therefore, facing the possible threat of the undead, these priests from the Holy See of Light did not feel the slightest fear in their hearts. Instead, they were full of high morale and the belief that they would win.
Of course, it is also very likely that their firm inner beliefs give them the courage to move forward.
"Come on, let's go over there!"
After listening to the pastor's insightful analysis, the regimental commander who served as the commander of this battle made a prompt decision and led the army towards the forest without hesitation.
When they stepped into the forest, the surrounding environment suddenly became a little cramped and crowded.
It turns out that the trees in this forest are not only extremely thick, but their crowns are also lush and leafy, like a bunch of huge green umbrellas intertwined together, tightly blocking most of the sunlight coming down from the sky.
"Captain, I always feel..."
A soldier in chain mail walked at the end of the team, looking around vigilantly.
For some reason, he always felt a chill on the back of his head, as if a pair of invisible eyes were hiding in the dark and spying on him.
However, when he turned his head sharply to check, he found no trace of the enemy.
Just as he was about to report the situation to the captain in front of him, suddenly, a powerful and strange force grabbed his legs tightly and quickly dragged him down.
"This is......"
The soldier lowered his head in horror and saw a monster with a hideous face and sharp claws biting his leg tightly. The sharp fangs were deeply embedded in his flesh, and blood immediately flowed out like a fountain.
"Ah!! It's a ghoul!!"
"Damn it! Enemy attack!!"
At the same time, this scene was happening in various places in the forest. A large number of soldiers were caught off guard by the sudden enemy, and many soldiers were injured after just one encounter with the enemy.
The zombie's claws are poisonous.
If left untreated for a long time, it may also be life-threatening.
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