The troops suppressing the rebellion in the fortress were quickly pulled out. But when they fiercely pounced on the camp where the gremlins were, they found that the scope of the riot seemed to have expanded.
This time, it was not only the gremlins but also some mage apprentices …
The virus in the first wave of mage apprentices bitten to death by the gremlins finally spread to their entire bodies, causing their corpses to stand up!
When they saw these wizard apprentices, the suppression team was a little confused. They finally realized that something was wrong because these wizard apprentices who were staggering toward the suppression team looked like dead people no matter how they looked at them! Their bodies were covered in dried, dark red blood. Their faces, arms, thighs, and even their stomachs were badly mutilated. How could they still be alive with such injuries?
How could Astral and the others not be familiar with the appearance of the mage apprentices? Weren't there such zombies in the undead army led by Arantir?
"Bastards!" The wizard heroes trembled in anger as they roared, "Attack! Kill all these damned zombies! "
After receiving the order, a large number of iron golems rushed toward the zombies formed by gremlins and mage apprentices. They mechanically waved the blades in their hands and slashed at these zombies.
Unfortunately, the zombies infected by the T-Virus in Roy's demon blood were different from the zombies in this world. To put it bluntly, the zombies in this world were just corpses that had just been buried and had been resurrected. They were not much different from skeleton soldiers wrapped in flesh and blood, and they could be easily killed. But the zombies infected by the T-Virus could not be killed at all if they were just slashed a few times.
Under the attack of the Iron Golems, many zombies at the scene had their hands and feet cut off, and some were even cut in half at the waist. However, these zombies that were cut into pieces were still wriggling tenaciously on the ground. Even if only half of their bodies were left, they still let out a creepy roar and struggled to crawl from the ground toward where the mages were.
The iron golems were only puppets and did not have fresh flesh and blood to attract zombies, so the mage troops and naga troops at the rear became the most attractive targets for the zombies.
There were already more than three thousand zombies gathered in this area. They relied on their painless bodies to withstand the attacks of the iron golems while surging forward. They actually relied on their weight to overwhelm the iron golems and drown them.
Seeing that the zombies were about to pounce on them, the mages finally couldn't help but open fire. A large number of fireballs and magic arrows flew towards the zombies. However, even though their bodies were on fire and pierced by the magic arrows, the zombies still struggled to move forward for a distance before they finally stopped moving.
But soon, everyone realized that compared to magic arrows, flames seemed to be more effective against these zombies, so the mage troops tried their best to use fireballs to attack. Not long after, this group of zombies finally turned into a pile of burning, charred corpses.
Seeing this scene and smelling the disgusting burnt smell, the muscles on Astral's face twitched. He remembered what he had seen before. The unprecedented ferocious and longing expressions on the faces of these previously docile gremlins made Astral's hair stand on end.
Astral knew very well that the zombies gathered here were only a small corner. In the entire Dendera Fortress, the number of gremlins was the largest. He did not know how many of these gremlins and mage apprentices had turned into strange zombies, and he did not know if the suppression troops scattered everywhere could complete the task of suppressing them.
After clearing out the zombies, Astral thought about it and left a portion of his people to clean up the scene while he immediately rushed to other locations with his troops to provide support.
Like him, Solmyr and the other mage heroes were also suppressing the zombies that had suddenly appeared all over the fortress. Although the suppression process was very smooth, it did not take long for them to discover that the zombies were still continuously appearing throughout the entire fortress! Although there were sometimes only a few, it always gave people the illusion that they could not kill them.
Moreover, the types of these zombies gradually spread from the gremlins and mage apprentices to some nagas and mages …
The spread of the T-Virus infection did not have to be bitten. Moreover, the T-Virus had the possibility of being transmitted through the air. In addition, the contaminated water source was made into food and distributed to the night guards everywhere. So even though the Bracadans kept eliminating the infected zombies, new zombies were still constantly appearing.
Gelu and the elven rangers he led did not participate in the suppression of the zombies because at first, they only judged it as a riot of the gremlin slaves. This was an internal affair of the kingdom of Bracada, and it was not suitable for the elves to participate. It was basically the heroes of Bracada who were busy with this matter.
However, when some of the elven rangers in the army turned into zombies and began to bite their companions around them, Gelu realized that things were troublesome! He immediately ordered the troops to kill his companions who had turned into zombies and immediately informed Astral and the others of this news.
After learning this news, a word immediately appeared in Astral, Solmyr, and Gelu's minds: plague!
Simple zombies were not terrifying, but what was terrifying was that this might be a plague! Because once a plague appeared, it meant that there was the possibility of infection. Especially in a sealed city like a fortress, a contagious plague would exert its greatest power!
For a while, the heroes could not find the source of the plague. While they were busy eliminating the zombies, they could only harden their hearts and isolate all the soldiers suspected of being infected by the plague!
In the mage army of Bracada, some archmages knew how to use purification magic. But when they splashed it on their companions who had turned into zombies, they found that it had no effect at all! These zombies had turned into zombies because of a virus and had nothing to do with any negative state. Purification magic could not remove this infection.
They had no choice but to endure the heartache and personally kill their former companions!
In the entire Dendera Fortress, the only place that was not harassed by zombies was the camp of Arantir's undead army. The reason was very simple. Zombies yearned for fresh flesh and blood, and the undead army did not attract zombies at all.
Of course, Arantir had discovered this shocking change in the city. Zombies were originally a type of undead, and Arantir could feel a strong aura of death from these zombies. But because no one had informed him about this plague disaster, Arantir could only feel uneasy in his army camp and did not dare to bring his troops out to help.
Arantir was very smart. He realized that the sudden appearance of these undead in Dendera Fortress had caused a huge commotion. If he brought his troops out to help at this time, he might end up making a fool of himself … The truth was this.
This was also the case. The troops of the kingdom of Bracada and the elven troops had great fear of the scene of their companions turning into zombies. On the one hand, they were afraid of being bitten to death by these former companions, and on the other hand, they had no choice but to kill their companions in grief. The nerves of the people alive in the city were already tense to the extreme, and they might collapse at any time. Once Arantir's undead army appeared in front of them, they might attack without saying a word!
At this moment, many archmages had already associated it with Arantir. This undead plague did not appear earlier or later. Why did it erupt in the city when Arantir, the Death Lord, came?!
The mages of Bracada hated these undead wizards to begin with. Although Arantir had relied on his reputation to become their ally, the vigilance in his bones made the mages of Bracada immediately blame this matter on Arantir!
Thus, after being busy all night and finally quelling the chaos in the city, the remaining troops of Bracada in Dendera Fortress spontaneously surrounded Arantir's camp!
The iron golems and gargoyles stood expressionlessly around the camp. Behind them were the blood-stained nagas and a small number of mages. The djinns were already floating in the air, tightly surrounding the undead camp.
Astral, Solmyr, Gelu, and the other mage heroes rode their horses toward Arantir's camp under the protection of a group of titans. Everyone had the same expression, which was terrifyingly ashen.
The casualty statistics had already been reported. The seventy thousand or so gremlins in the entire fortress were almost completely wiped out, and only two or three of the thousands of mage apprentices were left. In addition, the elven rangers had lost one-third of their members, and the mages and nagas had varying degrees of casualties. Only the iron golems, gargoyles, djinns, and titans had not suffered any losses.
In other words, in just one night, the entire fortress had lost more than half of its population!
They did not feel much when they were suppressing it previously, but now that the statistics came out, Astral and Gelu felt so heartache that they could not breathe.
Especially Astral and the others. Usually, they felt that it was not a big deal even if they lost low-level slaves like the gremlins. But now that they really lost the gremlins, they found that the factories in the fortress could no longer produce iron golems and gargoyles, and there were no more laborers to strengthen the city defenses and build buildings …
This plague had come so strangely that Astral and the others had to find an explanation!
Therefore, when they stood in front of Arantir's camp, Solmyr was the first to attack violently. He raised his hand and a powerful bolt of lightning smashed the gate of the camp. He roared, "Arantir, get out!! If you dare not come out, I'll smash all your bones into powder! "
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