The war in Lone Star City will soon come to an end. It's just a transition, but even I'm not satisfied with it. I'm too tired, so I'll go for a massage tomorrow to recover. I've been working for the whole of February, and the Spring Festival is just a passing cloud. For the sake of Old D's hard work, subscribe to this book. This book was first published on Qidian, and other places can't support my book.
Ainphent smiled and didn't say anything. He was still very confident in himself. Lone Star City's name was not wrong. It was indeed a lone city. For other generals or nobles, this kind of city was difficult to defend. The morale of the soldiers was a serious problem. There was only a small fortress in the mountains to the north, and it was more than two hundred miles away. It was difficult to provide real support.
Ainphent was a necromancer and had two powerful summoned creatures. Their advancement speed was also limited by Ainphent, and they were stuck at level nine. Even so, these two undead creatures could still provide a large amount of undead energy to the undead army. They could communicate with the two planes, and Ainphent could support an army of more than six hundred thousand undead.
With twelve Desolate Warriors in this city, Ainphent was even more confident. Even if Rex left, he still had a way to defend this city. Salin had been providing resources for the construction of Lone Star City, and he had prioritized the supply. The defensive weapons in the city were enough to last for several years, and there was no need to worry about running out. After all, most of the weapons of the undead army were directly brought from the undead plane. The White Bone Arrows and Death Phosphorescence did not need to be used up.
"Ainphent, before I leave, I'll solve a huge problem for you." As Salin spoke, he unfurled the magic map and brought up the terrain near Lone Star City. He pointed at a river about three hundred miles to the south and said, "The Scochenya people are retreating towards this direction. The army of the Holy Church will converge with the defeated Scochenya army at the south bank of the river. I'll defeat them here. You have to hurry up and build the castle in the north. That way, we can support each other with Lone Star City."
"I …" Ainphent wanted to say that he also wanted to join the battle.
Salin smiled and said, "Give me a hundred thousand undead and have them gather outside the city. I'm leaving now."
Salin knew that Ainphent still wanted to collect souls, but he could do it secretly. He had many necromancers under him, and if they all imitated him, it would really cause panic on the continent.
Nicholas was different. He was a fallen mage. It was widely believed that even if he was a fallen mage, collecting souls would not arouse people's fears.
This time, Ainphent had tacitly allowed Ainphent to collect souls. That was because this battle would only be remembered by Ainphent's elemental creatures. The undead wouldn't leave much of an impression on anyone.
Salin was also very careful. Even slaughtering an entire city was not as scary as collecting souls. The war on the continent had never stopped. It was easy for humans to accept killing, but collecting souls? Will remind people of the terrifying black magicians.
The places that Black Mages passed through had not been inhabited by humans for decades. That was something that humans were truly resistant to.
Salin had Ainphent summon a hundred thousand undead and arrange them in a formation outside the city. He himself mobilized a battalion of the Temple of Light Army, as well as five thousand light cavalrymen from the nobles. These light cavalrymen only carried two offensive weapons, bow and arrows and curved blades.
A hundred thousand undead sounded like a lot, but Salin had a hundred necromancers with him, and each necromancer could only command a thousand undead. A low-level Necromancer could command dozens of Undead. The Necromancers who went to Lone Star City to help were at least at the fourth level. The highest was already a seventh level Magic Shooter.
The warriors on the Elven Wings returned one after another, bringing accurate news to Salin.
On the south bank of the nameless river, the defeated Scochenya army had set up two camps less than five miles away. It seemed that they had no intention of escaping. The nameless river was not wide, and it was also very short. The highest water level in this season was only about a hundred meters wide. Salin's magic infantry didn't even need to build bridges to cross the river, and it was even more so for the undead.
Salin was overjoyed. His decision to destroy the camps outside the city was correct. The morale of the defeated army was not stable, and the Inquisition's reinforcements had not arrived yet. If he attacked again and the enemy general fled again, their morale would completely collapse, and they would have to fight him on the river.
Fight? The last battle had already scared the Scochenya mages out of their wits.
Dozens of Magic Shooters didn't even dare to approach his charging army and let the elemental creatures trample over the camps. This time would be no exception.
Nicholas, Sharman, and Rex all took part in this attack. Next to Rex were five hundred soldiers, each holding the Elven Alchemy Crossbow that Salin had made for them. These Elven Alchemy Crossbows were specially made to deal with mages and magic equipment. The crossbow had absorbed purple gold liquid, which had a powerful anti-magic effect.
A camp of the Temple of God had eight thousand demons, two thousand magic infantry, close to ten thousand support soldiers, and five thousand light cavalry. For this attack, Salin only led less than twenty thousand humans and one hundred thousand Undead. There were at least six hundred thousand Scochenya soldiers in the camp that he was going to attack.
Salin counted his elemental badges. He still had eighty-six Blue Icemen, one hundred and twenty Night Fangs, forty-five Orange Knights, sixty-one Elemental Stone Soldiers, seventy-seven Gale Dragons, and one hundred and one Shining Angels.
The number of level-nine creatures was quite large, and it was enough to deal with the current battle. Beside Salin, there were also thirty-six Desolate Warriors. With such a force, they could retreat safely even if they encountered the powerhouses of the Inquisition.
"Let's go." Salin gestured to the Camp Generals of the Temple of God. The Undead army split into two groups, one leading the way on the left and the other on the right. These Undead ran as if they didn't care about their lives. In the sky, the metal aircrafts let out a deep roar and gradually rose to more than a thousand meters.
Salin wanted to test the power of the magic fireballs thrown by the metal aircrafts. The one hundred metal aircrafts were followed by two hundred Elven Wings. This was all the flying force that Salin had brought to Lone Star City.
On the south bank of the nameless river, the Scochenya camp had already been set up. The General and dozens of Camp Generals gathered in the tent. Everyone was silent, waiting for the General to speak.
Not a single piece of armor was missing from the Great General's body. He was afraid of the Metatlin people of Lone Star City. On the magic map, the General pointed at the nameless river bank and said, "We are 314 kilometers away from Lone Star City. We can't retreat any further. If we retreat any further, the soldiers below will be completely scattered, and we can't gather anymore. "
The Camp Generals nodded silently. No one expected the Metalatrines to be so fierce. Those dozens of hundred-meter-tall elemental creatures were a nightmare for ordinary soldiers. Why would His Majesty sign an agreement with the Vatican? The Metalatrines' army was either made up of demons or the Undead. Now that elemental creatures had appeared, who knew what would appear in the future?
If abyssal creatures appeared, everyone might as well surrender.
Seeing the low morale of the high-ranking generals, the General was helpless. He himself was afraid of elemental creatures, so what could he force his subordinates to do? Scochenya was different from other countries. There were many bandit groups, so the number of mercenaries was also huge. These two strange groups coexisted in the Scochenya Empire, so the Scochenya people had rich combat experience.
These high-ranking generals had been leading troops for a long time. Everyone knew that if the Metalatrines chased them now, the situation would be very bad. The problem was that they were already in Qinyin's territory. It was just that there were no big cities nearby. The nearest small city was about 200 kilometers away, and there were only a few thousand soldiers stationed there. They couldn't threaten this place.
If they continued to escape, they would have to escape to Jialou Lan. They couldn't possibly kill their way into Qinyin's interior, could they? Five hundred kilometers away was a mighty pass, Qinyin's North Defense City. The North Defense City wasn't famous. It was a purely military fortress, even more militarized than Guderian City. There were no ordinary citizens here. It controlled Jialou Lan from afar, at the border of the Rhine Duchy.
However, there was still no news. The Inquisition's reinforcements seemed to be far away, and no one knew when they would arrive. The General felt a little hopeless. He said dejectedly, "Alright, everyone watch the defensive area I assigned. Don't let the Metalatrines cross the river.
"Yes, General." The generals answered weakly. No one even doubted the General's words. Would the Metalatrines really chase them here?
"Not good! The Metalatrines are here! "The soldiers in charge of patrolling at the river bank shouted. They didn't even have the courage to send scouts to the other side of the river. They only noticed the approaching enemy when the Metalatrines' undead army appeared in their alchemy binoculars.
Even Salin himself felt strange. He carefully ordered the metal flying machine to retreat and swept the enemy scouts with his elven wings. However, the Scochenya people had completely given up on the north bank. They didn't even see a magic trap along the way.
"Attack!" Salin ordered when they were two and a half kilometers away from the Scochenya's camps. Twenty-four Desolate Warriors flew up and joined the metal flying machine.
The metal flying machine was more than thirty meters long. It had four fixed metal wings and was powered by a magic furnace. On such a huge metal flying machine, the real power was only a small part. This was something Salin didn't dare to imagine in the past. However, this metal flying machine was different from elven wings. It couldn't slow down or float in the air. It relied on the airflow to lift the metal wings.
The thirty-meter-long metal flying machine could carry a large number of magic fire bombs. Under the protection of the Desolate Warriors, the metal flying machine rushed toward the eastern camp. Salin rode a nightmare summoned by a necromancer. He released elemental creatures and was the first to arrive at the river bank.
The nameless river was only a hundred meters wide. Salin released elemental stone soldiers and blue Icemies. Thirty-six blue Icemies joined hands and released a huge area of effect spell – Frozen World.
A thick layer of ice formed on the hundred-meter-wide river. Thirty-six elemental stone soldiers rushed over. Even without the layer of ice, the Elemental Stone Soldier could easily cross the river. This was just an experiment. As the elemental stone soldiers rushed forward, the undead army behind them also stepped onto the ice.
Among these undead, there were huge ones that were afraid of water. With the stone soldiers in front, the ice layer was fine. Only then did the undead army rush toward the Scochenya's camp.
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