In the sky, the fifty pegasus knights of the Swift Sky Spear Association pierced through the clouds and rapidly descended.
Kemmler was ambushed and in a moment of panic, he lost control of the undead army. The entire army instantly became a bunch of mindless mobs that only knew how to fight based on their instincts.
The great necromancer had only lost control of the army for a short period of thirty seconds. When Kemmler regained control of the army under the protection of the Bound Knights, the great necromancer immediately sensed the change in the battle situation.
The pegasus knights of the Swift Sky Spear Association swooped down from the sky like a whirlwind and quickly engulfed the undead army on the city wall. The pegasus knights' charge caused the tomb guards and skeleton warriors to lose control and rush down the city wall.
After missing his attack, Laing immediately piloted his Griffin Empris to make a sharp turn in the air. The golden Griffin Empris spread its wings and drew a circle in the air. Immediately after, the Griffin Empris swooped down and reached out its front claws to grab the head of a tomb evil spirit. It then pecked three times with its sharp beak and tore off a few pieces of rotten flesh from another tomb evil spirit's neck.
Thor's Hammer smashed down and destroyed several key parts of the battering ram that was attacking the city gate.
The pegasus knights immediately followed Laing's footsteps. They raised their lances and rushed down the city wall, destroying the tomb guards that were responsible for protecting the connection between the ladder and the city wall.
Duke Fulcade and Kalad reacted and loudly ordered the soldiers to counterattack. The undead army on the city wall was beaten back in the chaos and couldn't hold on any longer.
"The situation has changed!" When Kemmler regained control of the undead army, the great necromancer realized that the situation on the battlefield had changed. The human defenders had regained the upper hand.
More importantly, Kemmler himself had been exposed. The great necromancer's figure was exposed in the army. This was too dangerous for him. Kemmler himself wasn't good at close combat. If he was facing an ordinary legendary knight like Duke Fulcade, he could barely fight to a draw. However, the Grail knight riding on the Griffin Empris was clearly a saint-level grand knight!
He couldn't deal with him.
Should he send out Gul?
Kemmler stretched his hand towards the sword hanging at his waist.
This sword was called the Chaos Gravedigger Sword. It was a gift from the Four Gods of Chaos. The body of the sword was engraved with the octagonal symbol of chaos. The souls of the enemies killed by this sword would be enslaved by him forever, never to be reincarnated.
If they summoned Gür, they could certainly continue fighting, but no one knew when François and his reinforcements would arrive. If they continued to fight, not only would they fall into a dangerous situation of being attacked from both sides, but they would also prematurely expose Gür, their trump card.
After thinking for a while, Kemmler decided to give up. He turned to Matthew Bad and shouted, "Matthew Bad, prepare to retreat. Bring your men and bring up the rear. If all the knights here come out to pursue, my Shrouded Spirit Army and Shrouded Spirit Knights will assist you!"
"Matthew Budd?" Kemmler didn't get the answer he wanted. He turned around.
Matthew Bad and his army were nowhere to be seen!
Damn it! This bastard ran faster than me! Kemmler's expression turned sinister. He immediately thought of Matthew Bad's plan.
He even wanted to sell Matthew Bard! In the end, this guy actually escaped before him!
Retreat! Retreat! Kemmler immediately ordered the army to retreat. He rode on his Nightmare Warhorse and led his Ancient Tomb Army to retreat to the north.
The siege of Montfort was finally lifted. Without Kemmler's command, the remaining undead soldiers became a motley crew. They were easily defeated by the invigorated defenders. As Kemmler left, the remaining undead army disintegrated into a pile of dregs.
When Laing landed on the high walls of Montfort on his griffin, Duke Fulcade immediately came up to him. He even asked Laing with an anxious expression, "Why didn't you pursue? Why didn't you pursue those undead? It wasn't easy for us to defend the castle. We should immediately attack and annihilate these undead! "
"If the conditions permit, of course I would want to pursue the undead, my Duke." Laing shook his head repeatedly, "Unfortunately, only Swift Spear and I came to support. The knight army will take at least a day and a half to arrive."
"You rushed here day and night without stopping?" Duke Fulcade was taken aback. He only just noticed that the reinforcements were only Laing and the fifty pegasus knights of Swift Spear.
"Yes," Laing nodded calmly and shrugged, "Fortunately, we weren't late."
"On behalf of Montfort, I will forever thank you and François for your efforts!" Fulcade sighed. The duke hesitated for a moment before thanking Laing and the rest in his capacity as a duke. "It must have been hard for you to come all the way here. Thank you. You saved eighty thousand people."
"We still have many more to save!" The leader of Swift Spear, Ghoul Slayer Fastrick, jumped off his pegasus. Thanks to Laing's accurate detection of Kemmler's figure and the surprise attack, the fifty pegasus knights weren't harmed at all. He said solemnly, "The undead army's attack isn't over yet. We still have to fight them to the end."
"Yes." Duke Fulcade nodded heavily. He was filled with anger. "We will. We will make the undead pay for this!"
"Let's wait here for Duke François's army to arrive!" Kalad walked up and greeted Leon. This expeditionary knight had been fighting hard for several days and looked very tired. "All the troops in the castle are very tired. Many people are injured. Everyone needs to rest."
Laing and the rest nodded. Laing and the fifty pegasus knights had flown for a day to get here. They could still hold on, but their mounts couldn't.
Duke Felcade of Montfort turned around and looked at his castle. Montfort Castle had been defended. His home could be rebuilt, and his livestock could be raised again. With such a strong castle, the undead would no longer be able to shake his glory.
But when he turned to look at his soldiers, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he was being pricked by needles.
He had ordered all the refugees between the ages of fifteen and forty-five to go to the battlefield. Thanks to his forceful allocation, the defenders had more than ten thousand men.
Now, the soldiers were cleaning up the scene in vain under the command of the knights. Many of the infantrymen were limping as they walked. They were injured in the battle. The war with the undead was extraordinarily fierce. This was not a human civil war or a security war against the goblins. This was a bitter battle against the undead. Many of the infantrymen couldn't understand how their compatriots could turn into terrifying zombies and skeletons in the next second, but they still raised their swords and spears to their former comrades.
In the endless years, the people of Montfort had learned to be strong.
But the strength of mortals couldn't do much. If it weren't for Laing and the others, these soldiers would have suffered terrible losses and eventually become part of the undead. How many wives would have lost their husbands? How many children would have lost their fathers? How many old people would have lost their sons? How many families would have lost their hope?
Thinking of this, Fulcade stopped Laing, who was about to turn around and leave. The latter seemed to feel that Fulcade didn't like him, so he was led away by the butler. "Sir Laing, please wait."
"What's the matter? My duke? " Laing turned around and asked curiously. The war hammer in his hand was still stained with black blood. It was the blood of the tomb evil spirits. Two tomb evil spirits had been killed by his hammer.
"You're not bad." Fulcade walked to Laing's ear, his thoughts changing back and forth. The duke himself looked at his territory, saw his people rejoicing because they had survived the disaster, and looked around because of Laing's arrival. His heart was a little shaken. Duke Montfort patted him on the shoulder and said in Laing's ear, "You know, I have a good relationship with Richard."
"So?" Laing's heart skipped a beat.
"But who knows what will happen in the future?" Fulcade said this and left without looking back. "Have a good rest, Sir Laing."
Laing smiled meaningfully.
His efforts to persuade his father-in-law, François, to use the air force to support the undead had not been in vain.
...
In the northern hills of the Duchy of Montfort, upstream of the Grismori River, ten kilometers away from Montfort Castle.
The great necromancer, Kemmler, led his army to retreat to the plains near Soden Town. Before he could contact Matthew Bard, he found that Duke Musillon was waiting for him here with two undead knight legions and a team of blood knights. In addition, there were two vampire lords and three black grail knights behind him.
Kemmler was furious when he saw Matthew Bard. The wrinkles on his old face were squeezed together, and he said sarcastically, "You run really fast, Duke Musillon. Did your Godfather teach you how to escape in battle? Are you going to be proud that you ran faster than Wallace? "
Abo Wallace was the ancestor of the Blood Dragon Clan, the ancestor of all Blood Knights. The Blood Red Duke himself was Wallace's descendant (he didn't know that), and Matthew Bard himself had learned Abo Wallace's combat skills.
In history, the guardian knight of the Brittany Kingdom, the guardian of secrets, the Green Knight, who was already a demigod, once fought with the ancestor of the blood dragons, Abo Wallace, and the result was a draw.
Abo Wallace never backed down from a fight. Kemmler was being sarcastic to Matthew Budd.
"I am leading the army here to support you." Matthew Bard's expression was calm. He looked at Kemmler calmly. "If you choose to retreat, then this is where our pre-battle headquarters is. If you choose to fight to the death with the Brittany, I will not stop you."
"You are my helper. You should listen to my orders!" Kemmler pointed the noisy skull staff at Matthew Bard's head and threatened him viciously. "Just based on your cowardly escape, perhaps I can use my magic to blast you into pieces and turn you into a withered walking corpse?"
"I am only your ally, Sir Kemmler. I am not your servant. In your life, other than enemies, are there only servants left?" Matthew Bard did not feel Kemmler's threat at all. Instead, he laughed sarcastically. "We are allies. I am not your servant. Never will be. Don't even think about ordering me around."
Mathewbard unsheathed the black blade at his waist. The cursed knight sword had a large golden snake wrapped around it. He opened Kemmler's staff and raised the blade. "Come, Sir Kemmler. You can unsheathe the sword at your waist and have a showdown with me. You will lose your last ally in this land, or we can pretend that nothing happened and discuss what to do next."
Chaos Gravedigger Sword! Kemmler grasped the hilt at his waist.
No, at least not now.
"Go north. Go to Attawa and Gisoleiox! Tell me where the graves of Duke Zilfroy of Attawa and his family of knights are. " Kemmler gave up on arguing with Matthew Bard. He thought that Matthew Bard was still useful. "We will wait there for Brittany's main force and defeat them in one fell swoop!"
When Matthew Bard was no longer useful, he would summon Gul and kill Duke Musiron.
The time for a decisive battle was not yet ripe.
But it was fine. Let this country feel the pain first.
Matthew Bard was curious. He had seen the fighting strength of Kemmler's ancient grave army. It was indeed strong, but it did not have any obvious advantage against a knight's army.
Why was he so confident that he could defeat Brittany's main force?
More importantly, Matthew Bard felt that there was something wrong with Kemmler's way of doing things. But he could not pinpoint what was wrong.
Kemmler... was a little too fond of killing and destroying. As an undead, it was necessary to make an example out of someone and create a pit of corpses. But the goal of an undead was to rule and not destroy.
Was it because of his hatred for this country?
In the next two weeks, Heinrich Kemmler and his ancient grave army began to roam the mountainous areas of the Grey Mountains and the giant forest of the Arden Forest. The ancient grave army attacked every settlement along the way. Dozens of villages were completely destroyed by the undead army. The undead army was like a rolling snowball, growing bigger and bigger as it rolled.
The Knight King's army was exhausted from running back and forth to intercept. But the shrewd necromancer never appeared on the plains or hills. He and his army were only active in the mountains and forests. The undead did not know fatigue and did not need to rest. The knights could not catch up to the ancient grave army at all.
Gisele Oakes suffered from Kemmler's destructive attacks. The cities were scorched one after another, and the villages were turned into giant pits of corpses. Count Jean Harlan, who was in charge of guarding the duchy, was frantically mobilizing his army to defend the various passes while frantically requesting help from the entire kingdom.
Late autumn, south of Gisele Oakes, in a clearing in the forest.
The knight's army from the south was stationed here.
"We received news from Regent Lauen that the knight's army in the north is still gathering and reorganizing." François, Duke of Winford, Duke of Forcade, Duke of Laing, and the others were standing together, looking at the map.
Three black lines covered the entire Gisele Oakes. Currently, only the northern and eastern strongholds of the duchy had not been conquered. The southern part of the duchy had been completely occupied by the undead army. More than 60% of the nobles had fallen.
"Duke Lauen only gathered the knights of the Duchy of Connet and the Duchy of Le-Angrent. The Duchy of Lyonasser refused to send troops." Duke Forcade frowned and said unhappily, "Aldrid is really muddle-headed!"
"Under Egil's invasion last year, the duchies in the north suffered a huge blow. Lyonassai still has a lot of uninhabited areas in the north. There's a lot of internal strife. The serfs are rebelling, the cultists are active, and the nobles are having a complicated succession of titles. It's understandable that they can't send out troops." Laing said in a low voice, "Duke Aldrid can't even control the duchy himself, let alone send troops to help us."
"We can't advance rashly. No one knows what's waiting for us." Kalad looked at the map and continued, "Bastogne's reinforcements were wiped out like this."
Everyone nodded.
Even though Count Jean Rabio from Bastogne had repeatedly emphasized that they should move together, he still led an army of 2,000 to help Gisele Oakes first. In the end, his army was completely wiped out. He himself was resurrected and became one of the undead knights.
This loss made the Brittany nobles blame each other. The southerners complained that the northerners were too slow and did not send reinforcements. The northerners complained that the southerners were too arrogant. Even though the army had already reached the south of Gisele Oakes, they still did not fight the undead army. This was why Count Rabio and his reinforcements were wiped out.
In the end, Laing and Lauen stood up together and used the will of the Lake Nymphs to suppress the debate.
However, they could not go on like this. Their prestige would eventually be used up.
Everyone stood together and discussed for a long time. They were now facing a dilemma. If they advanced slowly, the knights would not be able to catch up with the undead army. If they rushed, they would be easily wiped out if they were ambushed.
After thinking for a while, Laing suddenly looked at Blackstone Stronghold.
"I have a plan …" Count Glamorgan whispered.
"What plan?" François asked casually.
"That is …"
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