Whether it was the snow that masked their scent or the cold air that made the wolf's nose lose its ability to work, Zeba had no way of knowing. But he already knew that the enemy's pace was far faster than he had expected. This village had no strategic significance at all. This place was also occupied, which proved that the enemy was likely to have captured the entire Western Region.
But now was not the time to worry about this kind of thing. Zeba looked around at the evil spirits that were constantly emerging from under the snow. How many of them were there? Fifty? Sixty? Or more.
In any case, their number was several times that of Zeba's, and it was constantly increasing. Under the blizzard, it was difficult to tell how many of them there were.
"Rush out! Don't scatter! Quickly rush! "
Zeba roared, and the wolf under him also roared. The wolf pack gathered together and rushed toward the only exit. However, the evil spirits seemed to be aware of their intentions and immediately rushed over. They had the same strong body as when they were alive. The swift and fierce orcs stepped on the snow and rushed toward them at a very fast speed.
They immediately pulled out their swords and knives, but the enemy's number was too large, and there was no room for them to display their skills. In a flash, Zeba was thrown to the ground, unable to break free. The evil spirits tore at him, but fortunately, he was wearing tough fur and did not suffer much damage.
But this was not the way to go. His white wolf suddenly knocked away the evil spirits that were pressing on him and tore at one of their heads. Zeba was able to get away. He climbed up from the ground and found that his men were fighting hard. It was as if they were trapped in a muddy swamp. They had strength but could not use it. The enemy was not afraid of pain or death. They were monsters that would not fall down with a single strike. Fortunately, they had no weapons in their hands except for their teeth and claws. They might not even know how to use weapons. In the face of the fully armed orc warriors, these evil spirits could not hurt them for a while.
In this situation where the enemy was outnumbered, Zeba knew that if this continued, it would only be a matter of time before they were completely wiped out.
He immediately took out a bottle of blue potion from his waist and quickly opened it.
In a flash, a large amount of blue smoke suddenly emerged from the narrow mouth of the bottle and spread in all directions. In the smoke, the movements of the evil spirits gradually slowed down, and then as if they had fallen asleep, they slowly fell to the ground.
"Success!"
Zeba exclaimed in delight. In the past, under the rule of the Demon King, he had established a magical organization dedicated to researching these kinds of evil spirits. Although that organization had been disbanded along with the dissolution of the Wussen Empire, the results of their research were still in the Great Ufa Forest. In the past, everyone thought it was useless research, but now it was as precious as a treasure.
The Evil Spirits were gradually unable to move. Ze Ba held the potion and several of his subordinates regrouped. Some of them were injured and bleeding, but it was not a big deal.
"Go!"
However, just as they were about to leave this place, a flame suddenly appeared on the mountain. The appearance of the flame was so sudden that Zeba was stunned for a moment.
"What happened?"
"That's a secret signal! He's one of us! "
Zeba wanted to curse out loud. Of course, he knew that this was a secret signal. What he wanted to ask was, there were still living people here?
"What should we do, my lord?"
"Let them come out."
Zeba took the lamp covered in snow from one of his subordinates. Fortunately, the fire inside had not yet been extinguished. He shook it a few times and prayed that the magic would last long enough. He looked at the bottle in his hand. The liquid inside seemed to be running out, making him anxious.
A few seconds after he sent the signal, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the mountain, and then a large amount of fire emerged from a cave.
It was an army, there was an army here!
They inconceivably walked down the nearly vertical cliff. Soon, Zeba saw their figures clearly. They were the people of the mountaintop tribe. Weren't they from the north? How could they appear in the west?
The leader was a big bearded man. In such cold weather, half of his body was exposed, and the other half was wrapped in animal skin. He held a torch in one hand and an axe with countless cracks on its blade in the other.
Judging from the cracks in his teeth, this beastman was at least sixty years old, but his body was still strong. He kept some white hair and tied it into a whip.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and chopped the evil spirit in front of him with the axe. This scared Zeba. They also had hundreds of people, about the same number as the evil spirits.
"Kill!"
He shouted, and then the soldiers behind him came out in a line and slaughtered those immobile evil spirits. The beastman leader came in front of Zeba and looked down at him.
Zeba was shorter than him. The beastmen of the northern tribe were tall and powerful. Zeba had heard about them, but he rarely came in contact with them.
"Why did you come?"
The beastman asked. His rough voice scared Zeba.
"For the tribe."
Zeba replied. He didn't know if this answer would make the beastman happy. He couldn't get the answer from his face.
"Humph! For the tribe, you once again abandoned the tribe. You betrayed the tribe, Zeba! You are a traitor who has betrayed us time and time again! You left when the tribe needed you the most. Why did you come back now? "
He knows me. Zeba was a little flustered. He kept looking for information about the other party in his memory. But he was sure that he had never seen such a person. But the answer was soon revealed.
"I didn't expect to see you here, Lord Baron. This is really unexpected."
"You haven't answered my question."
He didn't deny it. Zeba knew that he guessed right. This tall old man was the patriarch of the northern Coldfrost tribe, Baron. He used to be a subordinate of the Beastman King Will Thearch, but he rarely left the northern region. Zeba had never seen him before.
"I have answered your question. I came for the tribe."
"Bah! You helped the devil kill the Beastman King and pushed a little brat to the top. You ran away. You bastard, what do you want to do? Look at now, that little brat called Blue didn't have the ability to rule the tribe. We were defeated by these dead things. Why am I here? It's all thanks to you! "
He said angrily.
The north also fell … Was there any news worse than this?
Zeba had a worried look on his face, not knowing how to respond.
He silently lowered his head, speechless. Because the other party was speaking the truth.
"Raise your head. I don't want the person who saved us to be a dejected coward. But you dared to bring so few people here. I admire your courage. Seven days ago, there were tens of thousands of dead people here."
Hearing this, Zeba raised his head.
The Undead army had come here.
"We were originally sent by Blue to ask for reinforcements from the Wusen Empire. He actually believed that the Wusen Empire would open the door to help us."
"What happened to Blue?"
Zeba asked.
"He was injured in the north and has retreated to the south. Our troops have all retreated. The enemy's numbers are much greater than ours. Not only are there Beastmen, there are also all sorts of other races. Even worse, that Demon King Underworld has returned …"
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