"Elder!"
Nora hurriedly greeted Rood when he walked out of the house. However, Rood waved his hand and said, "There will be no more elders in the future. Just call me Grandpa Rood."
According to seniority, this was indeed the right way to address him. However, Nora was clearly not used to this change. She was about to say something when Luther continued, "Learn from your grandparents how to speak my language. Do you understand? Otherwise, you won't be able to understand Lord Roddy's orders. "
"Yes, I understand."
She could not help but look at Rody's manor. Now, she no longer felt afraid. Instead, she was curious about Rody and the soldiers around him. How strong are these people who look like they are riding their horses lazily and sit in the house all day to patrol the place?
As she was thinking about it, the peace in the village was broken by a giant bird that descended from the sky. Natha jumped off the bird before it landed. She did not even look at the soldiers around her and rushed into the manor.
A few seconds later, the Wood Elf ran out of the house and said something to the guards on both sides.
Nuo La couldn't understand what they were saying, but she could immediately feel the baleful aura coming from the soldiers as they prepared for battle. The soldiers who were originally chatting in low voices immediately began to equip their armor and weapons after a few shouts. The tall and sturdy barbarian soldiers formed groups of two and helped each other to put on heavy armor. The huge metal tower shields were as light as a feather in their hands. The battle axes that they held with one hand caused Nuo La to tremble with fear.
She felt that she would not be able to break through these steel cans even if she used all her strength.
One of the soldiers ran to Rood and said a few words. Rood nodded solemnly. After the soldier left, he cursed in a low voice, "Damn it. The undead actually came!"
"Nora, inform everyone who can fight to go to that house to get their armor and weapons. Lord Roddy said to prepare for battle. "
Nora's face turned pale. She did not expect that after two days of peace, war would come. Especially when the enemy was the undead that terrified the entire Teflin tribe. This kind of trauma that had been rooted in her bones for decades made it difficult for her to summon the will to fight.
Teflin was used to "running" to solve their problems. "Fight" had become an order that was difficult to carry out.
"Grandpa Rood, I …"
"What are you waiting for? Go quickly! Do you think this is a joke? Not only you, us old bones have also been informed to go to the battlefield! "
Hearing Luther's roar, Nora bit her lips and agreed. She then called the other nineteen people who were qualified to be called 'warriors' in Tefling Forest. They received short swords and leather armors that didn't really fit their bodies from the straw hut. Then, together with Luther and the other four elders, they were grouped into a small group. They followed a group of tall barbarian soldiers towards the predetermined battle line outside the village.
"A head-on battle huh …"
She had never used such a weapon in her life. She looked around. The young Teflin who came out with her had pale lips. Their eyes were dazed as they followed her. They were clearly afraid of the upcoming battle. Luther and the other elders also had tense expressions. None of them knew what fate awaited them.
There were only about a hundred people in Roddy's army, so the moment all the soldiers entered the forest outside the village, they became even more sparse. At first glance, there was not even a so-called "battle formation".
"Will this … really work?"
All the Teflins looked at the dense forest in front of them and felt uncertain.
Not far away, Merinsera looked at the Teflins whose legs were trembling. She smiled at Roddy and said, "Why did you ask them to come out? They don't even know how to hold a sword. Are they going to die on the battlefield? "
"I didn't plan to let them fight in the first place." Roddy seemed to be looking forward, but in fact, he had switched from "Tracking: Demon" to "Tracking: Specter". He stared at the light spot on the map that was gradually approaching. He raised his hand and took off the waterproof cover on the bow. "After all, they are not of our race. If we want them to think less nonsense in the future, we have to give them a heads-up now …"
"What's a heads-up?"
Akasha, who was holding a scepter, asked curiously.
"Uh … it's a slip of the tongue."
Roddy reached out to help her pull up the hood that blocked the rain. He reminded her, "Don't cast the spell yourself unless it's absolutely necessary. Just stay at the back of this battle and wait patiently."
He looked at the ten High Elf Magicians who had already dispersed and laughed bitterly. "Why do I have a feeling that you are the orthodox Necromancer …"
Akasha did not say anything and only smiled gently.
Beside her, Merinsera raised her hand to cast an anti-detection barrier. Her expression was a little stiff.
*****
Riding on a galloping horse, Dusko was a little nervous.
They had chased after the army in front of them for a day, but strangely, they did not seem to be planning to attack the village and destroy the food. Instead, they were heading straight for the edge of the human territory. Clearly, they were going for a specific target.
Dasco had brought along the strongest group of Awakened ones with him in order to maximize their chances of winning this battle – no matter what the other party's goal was, they were still enemies. Dasco had already made up his mind: This battle must be won beautifully. Only then … would the rest of the Awakened listen to his orders in the future.
"They've slowed down. They're probably preparing to approach the target."
Takris, who was beside him, said. He was the most powerful Necromancer in the team. Thus, when it came to tracking, Dusko and the others had to rely on his detection results. So far, through the traces on the ground and Takris's detection, they could confirm that the team in front of them was about a hundred people. There seemed to be only one Necromancer in the team, and he was not of a high level.
"Slow down and get ready for a surprise attack. We must end this battle quickly!"
Dusko ordered his subordinates around him. This time, there were a total of 140 Awakened. Apart from Takris, there were also seven powerful Necromancers. From any angle, it was enough to deal with the team in front of them.
"I hope everything goes well …"
He drew his longsword and slowly moved forward.
*****
"Ha, a bunch of stupid traitors."
Dressed in a red and white robe, Yogesa sneered. He twirled his bone wand at his fingertips and inserted it into the special slot on the side of the saddle.
As the Necromancer Augustine had personally chosen to capture Teflin, he was naturally not on the same level as those "three-legged cats."
"Necromancer" was a general term. Those who could concoct potions and summon skeletons could be called necromancers, and those who could summon armies of the dead to use forbidden spells could also be called necromancers. However, the difference between the two was like heaven and earth. Within Tasman, there was also a hierarchy among the Necromancers. The most obvious sign was the official robe style. As the lower the level, the more obvious sign was the lighter the color, the more patterns on the robe, and the more complicated the symbol on the chest.
In Dusko's team, Takris, as the strongest Necromancer, was only at the level of a Blue Robe. The other seven were all Black Robes, the lowest level.
According to Roddy's hierarchy, Yogesa was at the highest level and had advanced to Level 30, while Takris was only at Level 7. Not only was there a huge difference in level, but the huge difference in equipment also made the difference in strength between the two sides extremely huge.
"How dare they use such a flawed tracking spell to embarrass themselves. It seems that these guys are only so-so."
There were four red-patterned Necromancers following Yogesa. One of them waved his hand and cast a greyish-white barrier, using magic waves to cleverly interfere with the "Detection" spell coming from behind, causing Takris to have a huge error in the information he obtained.
"The 'mutants' are just ahead. I don't want to alert them by turning back to deal with them." Yogesa looked to be in his thirties, and his face was full of confidence and indescribable arrogance. After all, as a Necromancer who was appreciated by Emperor Augustine, the resources and advancement he received were outstanding in Tasman. No matter how one looked at it, a Necromancer who came from a "formal aristocratic family" was not comparable to this group of people behind him.
Therefore, Yogesa did not take Dusko's team seriously at all. He waved his hand and said, "Tashiri, Moroes, let them circle around for a while. When I'm done with the mutants, I'll take care of them as well."
"Yes! Lord Baron! "
The two level-20 red-robed Necromancers were fully equipped with luxurious equipment provided by the royal family. Not to mention stopping Dusko's team, it would not be difficult for them to kill them if they were fully prepared. Arranging only two people to stop the team behind him was enough to prove that Yogesa was not arrogant in terms of strategy. He was very clear-headed.
After assigning these tasks, Yogesa continuously cast several spells. His bone staff was personally given to him by Augustine as a reward for breaking through Level-30 Stronghold. It was powerful and fast to cast. In less than a minute, four kinds of Concealment Barriers were cast consecutively to cover the team.
The team of a hundred cavalrymen did not seem tired at all since they broke away from the army of the Undead. This was because they were riding on well-trained skeletal horses. These horses had pale skin and blue eyes. They had strong endurance and could carry weight twice as much as ordinary horses. Therefore, although this team of cavalrymen did not have many people, they were all well-armed and heavy-armored cavalrymen.
"Prepare for battle. Remember the task given by His Majesty. We cannot let go of any 'mutants,' understand?"
"Yes! Lord Baron! "
Then, Yogesa and the remaining two Necromancers began to perform the "pre-battle summoning". The corpses that had accumulated for countless years within a few hundred meters were awakened one after another. Because they were close to the village, the number of zombies, skeletons, and other undead creatures quickly exceeded six hundred. As Yogesa raised his staff high, the number of zombies continued to increase.
"Strengthen!"
The spell that was personally enchanted by Augustine was released, and the originally thin and withered zombies and skeletons were instantly wrapped in gray mist. Then, they had thick bones and muscular bodies. Their movements were full of agility, and their strength had suddenly increased to a whole new level compared to when they were first summoned.
The strength of these undead creatures had already reached the strength of ordinary elite human soldiers. At this moment, they were extremely powerful on the battlefield with the help of high-level Necromancers.
Yogesa once again cast a spell to confirm the position of Teflin in front of them. He waved the reins in satisfaction and led the troops that numbered nearly a thousand toward the village in front of them …
"What a simple mission."
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