"Kelvin overheard your conversation yesterday. Don't even think about leaving us behind. We are comrades," Natalia said first.
"Well, in that case, Mayfair, you and Kelvin. You two stay here," I said to the rest of the men.
Everyone agreed to my suggestion. Although Kelvin was a little reluctant, he still agreed to stay and protect Mayfair.
Just like that, the five of us, namely Natalia, Flants, Lofis, Avina and I, set off before the sky was completely bright.
Because I had received the guidance and power of the Belgrave Flammarion, I could transform into a dragon. So I brought Flants and Natalia summoned the Whirlwind Bird like the last time. She also used the Gigantification Spell to expand it to the size where she and Lofis could be brought along.
Avina also told me her little secret. The magical beast egg that we found on Ivory Island was contracted to a Fairy Dragon. It was no wonder that the little guy could escape from the magical space by himself. Not only did Fairy Dragons know many magic spells, they were also naturally immune to many magic spells.
I really didn't expect that we would become so powerful. We split into three groups, Flants and I, Natalia and Lofis and Avina and her Fairy Dragon.
Just like that, two dragons and a huge Whirlwind Bird took advantage of the darkness before dawn. In addition, we deliberately hid our tracks and left Kelandil quietly, flying directly to the Death Mountain Range.
On the other side of Kelandil, many people weren't actually sleeping. Everyone was preparing for the war that would come at any time.
On the city walls, piles of arrows were transported up, along with large amounts of hot oil and huge rocks. Outside the city walls, there were many spikes placed around the moat. There were also many fire points set up, the flames illuminating the night.
The soldiers and civilians were busy preparing. Many male civilians were conscripted into the militia. They were given weapons and were given the necessary organization and training.
The women were sent to the huge secret room under the new Hero Palace together with the members of the royal family to hide. There were also some wealthy merchants who wanted to mix in, but they were discovered by Alonso's men and were immediately killed and hung up. However, there were also some girls who didn't want to take refuge. They wanted to be given weapons to fight like the men, but they were forced into a huge secret room by the soldiers.
The prisoners, slaves, and some of the poor who were locked up in the prison were released and organized into a miserable team. They were given the worst weapons and equipment. It was no exaggeration to say that they were the first wave to die.
The members of the Church were also mobilized. The Falcon Knights, Crimson Flame Knights, and Twilight Knights, the three major Knight Orders of the Church, were all present. There were also many experts hidden in the dark.
This was because only the Pope knew that only their Church was the main force in this war. However, only he knew some things about Lancelot and their Church. It was not an exaggeration to say that this time, to a large extent, their Church was targeted.
Morse was responsible for the safety of the Hero Palace. He had even mobilized the magic cannons. Like airships, they were one of the most advanced technologies in the Sacred Realm.
For the time being, no one had noticed that we had left. Everyone was busy with their own tasks. Some were training, some were sharpening their swords, and some were patrolling. They were all busy.
The three of us were flying in the sky. Suddenly, we entered a sky covered by dark clouds. We saw a green army below us. It was the undead! There were so many of them!
This was the largest number of undead we had seen since the beginning of this mission. It seemed that the enemy had turned out in full force. The more of them there were, the emptier their base would be, which would be more effective against us. I asked Avina and Natalia to speed up. I took Flants with me to teach the undead a lesson.
I wanted to test the power given to me by the Belgrave Flammarion. I wanted to test the power of the dragon-language magic. I asked Flants to hurry up.
I swooped down and flew over the undead. I spat out a mouthful of dragon flame, which instantly dispersed countless undead. However, the undead immediately counterattacked. I took advantage of my speed and dodged. I was afraid that Flants wouldn't be able to hold on, so I had to fly to the Mountain of Death. Our goal this time was to deal with the Undead Witch King directly, not to tangle with the undead. Although we had an advantage in the air, the undead weren't easy to deal with. If we kept fighting, Flants and I wouldn't have a good ending.
We could only leave the undead to the church in Kelandil. We had a more important mission.
Randall Hill was the lord of Kelandil City. He and his army had fought against the undead before. He knew what he was about to face. Alonso assigned him a group of newly recruited militia. He and his men were sent to guard the western part of Kelandil.
It was likely that the undead's main force would attack this place. Although there were many imperial soldiers here, Randall knew what would happen to them. Fortunately, the Falcon Knights and the Flaming Knights were also stationed in the western part of the city.
The next evening, the same evening we left.
Today, the guards on the city walls were some militia and veterans of the Hill family who had fought against the undead. These veterans not only fought against the undead, but more importantly, they survived.
The veterans described the undead's appearance to the recruits. Although it was a little exaggerated, it was still an accurate description of the undead. One of the recruits, who was only twelve years old, was trembling in fear. Seeing this, a veteran patted the recruit's head and comforted him that it would be fine and that he would survive.
At this moment, a horn sounded on the western part of the city walls. Soon, a bell rang. Many torches were lit on the city walls. The southern part of the city also sounded the alarm bell.
The undead had come. They had really come.
Gradually, night fell. The war was about to begin. The large group of green undead was extremely terrifying, causing people to tremble in fear.
This was the nightmare army of the undead, the main force of the undead. With the Evil Spirits and Ghost Spirits at the front, countless black crows circled in the air. Following them were the goat-headed undead. They held large scythes and had black skin. It was a terrifying sight. Even more terrifying were the Ghost Riders and Necromancers.
The sound of war drums. This was the sound of Alonso's army. The sound of the drums gave everyone a boost of confidence. Everyone knew that the marshal would also be fighting with them.
Everyone knew that the war would be extremely fierce, but they also knew that they had their own comrades and allies by their side. They believed in each other.
In the dark night, the terrifying green undead and the humans who were fighting to the death, no one knew whether the war would be won or lost.
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