The "undead" race was unable to "reproduce". After all, those whose bodies were already rotting would not be able to reproduce no matter how hard they tried. So how could they maintain the population of the undead? The answer was simple. They had to "transform" the dead.
There were two ways to transform a necromancer. One was "Corpse Transformation", which was to turn a corpse into a mindless zombie that only listens to orders. The other was "Awakening", which was to release the "Seed of Awakening" and wait for the corpse to awaken and become one of their kind … an undead with self-awareness.
The time taken for "Awakening" could be long or short. The shorter the time, the stronger the undead talent.
Simon, the necromancer who led the attack on Sora Outpost, took 127 years to awaken as an undead. In a sense, his talent was above average. Now that he had advanced to Level 10, he could be called a "powerful" mage. Among the six mages under Baron Belom, he was also the strongest.
Simon, who practiced "Summoning" and "Puppetry" at the same time, easily took down Sora Outpost before noon.
The troops he led and controlled included 40 undead, 3 puppets, and over 180 zombies and skeletons. When the battle began, Simon had three Earth Puppets form a ladder. With the help of the undead spells and the soldiers' attacks, they directly broke through the defense of the outpost. As Hanks led most of the troops, the dozens of logisticians who were guarding the outpost had no chance to fight back. They were slaughtered and turned into zombies in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Sora Outpost was filled with the stench of blood. The undead soldiers armed with weapons were patrolling the outpost tower. The swaying zombies were eating the mutilated corpses on the ground … In fact, they did not need food. "Eating corpses" was just their instinct.
Wizard Simon was slightly dissatisfied when he saw that the drill ground was filled with the remains of corpses. He turned to the wraith servant beside him and ordered, "Get someone to clean up this place. Sir Baron will arrive here in the evening. I don't want Sir Baron to see anything dirty here."
"Yes, sir."
After the soldier received the order and left, Simon turned to another attendant and ordered, "Tell the soldiers on the sentry tower to keep an eye on this place. Tell me when Karl comes back … Why does this guy have to spend so much effort to hunt down a few deserters?"
Of course, Simon didn't know that his good friend Karl had already been shot in the head by Roddy. At this moment, all the undead soldiers in the sentry post were still in the excitement of winning the battle. When the soldiers who counted the supplies reported the harvest from the warehouse, Simon was elated and full of anticipation for the reward from the baron.
Noon had passed and the sun was covered by dark clouds. It seemed that it was going to snow again.
*****
"Although this hat is a little ugly, it must be worn in battle."
In the woods seven kilometers away, Roddy was whispering to Akasha, "Take out those scrolls when you need to use them. Don't hesitate. It doesn't matter if Ika and Mason see them … Don't worry about the influence of the necromancy, I will give them a 'reasonable' explanation."
The latter words were naturally whispered because the two priests were closing their eyes in the distance at this time. Roddy still wanted to say something, but when he turned his head, he found that Akasha's face was a little close to his own. He immediately stepped back a little awkwardly.
"That, that —"
"I know, I will listen to you."
Since the "confession incident", Akasha's attitude toward Roddy had changed a lot. Now she was no longer afraid to speak as before. Instead, she became unusually calm and well-behaved. It was just that Roddy's action of stepping back just now still made her eyes flash a trace of imperceptible disappointment.
He is still restraining himself after all …
But he is obviously concerned about me, which shows that he still cares about me very much.
Akasha was not in a hurry. She was even mentally prepared for a "protracted war". She thought about it, raised her hand and put on the white priest hat that she didn't wear because it was too troublesome before. Then, she deliberately tied the belt a little askew, lowered her eyes, and asked, "Is this okay?"
"Uh … it's a little askew here." Roddy pointed. Seeing Akasha's puzzled face, he had to take a step closer and reach out to help her tie the belt again. At such a distance, Roddy's nose was filled with the faint fragrance of Akasha's body. This smell seemed to have a strange power, soft and intoxicating …
Ahem, what am I thinking?
Now that the team is resting and ready to enter the battlefield again, I should consider how to reduce the possible losses of the team —
"Roddy."
While his mind was thinking randomly, Akasha suddenly called his name.
"Hmm?"
He tied the belt, lowered his arm, looked down, and looked into Akasha's eyes —
"Such a choice is very difficult." Akasha looked at Roddy, her tone solemn and with a little admiration, "Choosing to save them … your pressure must be unimaginable. But no matter what happens next, I will support you in doing so. I think you are doing the right thing, and … I am proud to follow you. "
She took a deep breath, as if saying these words exhausted all her strength. She lowered her gaze, "I, I will go over there to see the wounded …"
After saying that, she covered her chest and ran away, not knowing that her cheeks were already flushed.
Roddy still stood there, looking at her back in a daze. Then, his expression softened a lot. Although he only said a few words, the pressure in his heart would be relieved a lot if he could be understood and recognized. For him, this might be more comforting than a "zero death" record.
"Her hat doesn't look good."
Natha appeared silently beside him and even complained about Akasha. This surprised Roddy, but he said very seriously, "You have to wear it well whether the equipment is ugly or not. You too, although that leather hat is ugly, it is made of the skin of a 'Fire Thorn Iguana'. You have to wear it on the battlefield."
Natha turned her head away, seemingly very reluctant.
Roddy's own "Beast Controller Headband" design was passable, but Natha's lower level leather helmet was not beautiful enough. This might be the only flaw of the entire set of leather armor. However, Roddy was a "pragmatic" person. If he could increase his attributes by two points, he would never care how ugly the equipment was.
"There is no room for negotiation. Put it on now. The team will set off soon."
"En."
With a cold response, Natha reached out to put on the leather helmet. Roddy glanced at it and helplessly pointed at her chin, "It's crooked there. Move it this way."
"Help me."
"Ah?"
Roddy even suspected that he had heard wrongly. He turned his head to look at Natha, only to find that she was still looking at him expressionlessly …
"Fasten it yourself. I still have things to do!"
Roddy rejected without hesitation. He even felt that it was unreasonable. Natha had always been so stubborn and independent that it made people's hair stand on end. She had never asked anyone for help, but … what was wrong with her today?
He obviously did not notice the slight resentment in Natha's eyes. Otherwise, Roddy would definitely pinch his thigh to make sure that he was not hallucinating.
The soldiers in the camp were doing their best to recover their strength. They knew that this "rest" was only temporary. According to the plan, the team would set off for Sora's Outpost in two hours.
"Throw away everything that needs to be unloaded. Get everything ready as soon as possible."
The squires had already chopped down a lot of wood to make a simple climbing ladder. Hanks and Sodelor were discussing the possibility of attacking from different angles. The atmosphere was tense. Everyone knew that their current situation was not good.
And Roddy knew that he was racing against time.
'Frost Baron' Bellorme was a stage Boss of an Epic-ranked mission. Roddy knew that he might not be able to fight against him, so he had to take over the Outpost before Bellorme arrived!
This was a matter of time. If he was one step late, then the Sora's Outpost that was guarded by Bellorme would not be taken down by his soldiers …
*****
At the same time, behind a low slope six kilometers away from Sora's Outpost, Zoro, who was wrapped in bandages, was deep in thought.
The blessing of witchcraft allowed him to display shocking combat strength. He led his team to break through all the frontlines and almost succeeded in his plan, but he did not expect it to be ruined by the Undead!
So many soldiers died, so much blood was shed, but in the end, they did not gain anything. This feeling of grievance lingered in the hearts of all the Orcs, and they had nowhere to vent their anger …
Zoro knew that he could not leave.
If he could not snatch food from Sora's Outpost, how could he be willing to go back? Was he going to go back and watch his soldiers starve to death?!
Fortunately, more than half of Zoro's soldiers were still alive. Out of the 47 Wolf Riders, 30 could still fight, and out of the 50 foot soldiers, 34 could still be used. After being healed by witchcraft, they had recovered 80% to 90% of their combat strength, and could now launch an effective attack on the Outpost.
But it was only one attack.
"I've waited for three months, I can't wait any longer …"
Zoro slowly got up. He knew that he was now standing on the edge of a cliff. Whether he would cross the chasm or fall into the abyss, it all depended on the next battle.
He looked up at the gloomy sky and muttered to himself, "If there is no food to eat, I'm afraid that before the next snow comes, we will be completely finished."
"Witch Doctor …"
An Orc limped to Zoro's side and struggled to lift the battle-axe that had several dents on it. There were traces of grinding on the blade, and the dried blood seemed to have seeped into the metal. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of it.
"Pass down my order …"
"Rest now, we will attack Sora's Outpost before dark. This time, we will not retreat."
Zoro closed his eyes. His body was covered in blood and mud, but he did not bother to wipe it off. No matter how much he cared about appearances and habits, in the face of the pressure of survival, he had to admit a fact …
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