Chapter 224 The Undead Attack

Compared to the massive mobilization of troops in Kushiwa, the city of Plan in the Kingdom of Alan was much calmer.

Because the king of the Kingdom of Alan attached great importance to the undead anomaly in the Blue Foot Plains, he dispatched an army of 50,000 to be stationed in the city of Plan for a long time, and added a large number of military magic props to the army. Even if they encountered a large-scale undead riot, they were confident that they could suppress it.

"About three thousand undead?" Hobbes, the lord of Plan City, saw the surging undead through the farsight magic, and a trace of contempt flashed across his lips. Although the army had suffered some losses in recent years, he would recruit a large number of soldiers in the city every year and give generous rewards to the young people who joined the army, so the number of people in this army has only increased.

A mere three thousand undead could not pose a threat, but Hobbes was also a little puzzled as to what had happened inside the Blue Foot Plain. Ever since the Blue Foot Plain was occupied by the undead, no one from the two countries had gone deep into the plain. Although they had used detection magic to investigate, it was of no use.

"Looks like we need to send a few people deep into the plains to investigate." Hobbes said to himself.

The sky gradually darkened, the sun set in the west, and only a ray of residual light remained in the sky. General Ferbella stood at the front of the army, gazing intently.

After losing the sunlight, the Lanlu Plain became pitch black, and it was impossible to see what was happening inside the plain.

But he could feel the pure malice like the abyss.

"They are coming." Ferbella looked pained.

Some of these undead were his own soldiers, who died in battle with the kingdom and whose bodies became undead.

Even the bodies of the former warriors could not rest in peace after their death.

This is why Ferbela devoted himself to the Blue Foot Plain. He wanted to free the bodies of these warriors with his own hands. This was the only thing he could do for them.

The adventurers were staring at the interior of the plain with eager eyes. In their eyes, what was coming was not the undead, but a pile of gold coins delivered to their doorstep. If it were not for the unclear vision after dark, some brave ones would have wanted to take the initiative to attack.

"Is the magic ready?" asked the gold-level adventurer Steller to his companion.

"Don't worry. The undead are the weakest against purification magic. Watch me kill them all." A man in a tall hat said confidently.

"Very good." Streller nodded with satisfaction. He was quite trustful of the companions he recruited. These people had all been personally inspected by him, otherwise they would not be qualified to form a team with him.

"Luo Qiu, there seems to be something in the plain. Is it the Nether Bone Dragon Knight from before?" Meng Li's eyes sparkled, and the faint red light seemed to see the deepest part of the Lanlu Plain at a glance.

The night vision of vampires is countless times stronger than that of humans. Vampires can see more clearly in the dark than in the daytime.

But the strange thing is that apart from those undead, Meng Li could only see a layer of vague black shadows. She couldn't see clearly what was hidden behind the black shadows, nor could she sense any breath.

However, she had a hunch that the dark shadow might be the ultimate goal of her trip.

"I don't know. Let's not worry about that for now. The undead are coming. The number is very different from the information given by the Adventurer's Guild."

"Well, the number of undead written on the notice board is around two to three thousand, which is several times less than the number that will be coming soon."

"Forget it, let's get rid of it quickly. Look, that guy you hate has already prepared his magic."

"it is good."

"How could this happen?" Ferbella looked at the group of undead rushing towards her in the distance in disbelief.

The so-called undead are dead bodies that have been transformed due to resentment and other reasons. They have regained the right to stand, but they have lost their consciousness before death and only have the desire to kill. Some undead will have a new consciousness when the number of people killed accumulates to a certain level. It belongs to the undead's own consciousness, and such undead will be more terrifying.

However, the undead creatures rushing towards him were not that terrifying. But even so, such a number was too much.

Didn't they say there were only 3,000 at most? Judging from the situation, there are at least 10,000.

"Use artillery fire!" shouted Furbella.

There is no room for retreat now, we have to fight to the death.

The five magic cannons transported from Kushiva had already been prepared. Upon hearing Ferbella's order, the artillerymen adjusted the trajectory of the magic cannons and ignited the magic stones contained therein.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Five shells were fired at the same time, splitting the corpses of the small group of undead in the front, but it did not hinder the progress of the undead army. Those undead made strange noises and continued to run forward.

"Don't stop, keep going! Use up all your magic power!"

The artillerymen did not dare to delay and fired one shell after another, deafeningly, until the magic stones in the five magic cannons were completely extinguished, and then they stopped the shelling.

"How could this happen?" Ferbela held his sword tightly. The magic cannon was not as effective as he had imagined. The number of undead decreased by less than one tenth. Why? Could it be that these undead had become stronger?
"Hey, this number seems a bit off."

Finally, an adventurer raised doubts. The number of undead must be more than thousands.

Even after the reduction of magic cannons, the wave-like number still makes people feel cold when they see it.

"What should we do? Run away? Or go on and fight?" Some adventurers who were originally planning to fish in troubled waters began to back down.

"You are a bunch of idiots. You actually want to escape? Just enjoy watching the heroic fighting of Lord Streller. These undead will become the cornerstone for me to reach the Glory Level!"

Schlett sneered and drew out his red magic sword. A wave of fire surged and forced back several nearby adventurers.

"That is the legendary Crimson Sword. I heard it is an amazing magic sword with incredible magical powers. It was once the sword of a hero."

Many adventurers looked envious when they saw the sword in Streller's hand.

"All weaklings, stand back. I'll show you the battle of high-level adventurers! Cast magic!"

"Yes! Holy Light of Water!"

Under the light representing the power of purification, only seven or eight undead melted, and more undead were still moving forward, less than fifty meters away from the adventurers and soldiers.

"How could this happen?" An expression of astonishment appeared on the male magician's face. According to his estimation, at least fifteen undead could be purified at this time, so how come only a few died?

"Steller, wait a minute, something seems to be wrong." The male magician immediately reminded Steller.

"Let me teach you a taste of my red lotus fire." Unfortunately, Streller did not hear his magician companion's words. He had already shouted the declaration loudly and rushed out with the sword in both hands. The red sword was ignited with a red lotus-like flame with an astonishing momentum. Coupled with the effect of the fighting skill 'double acceleration', he was like a piece of fire, and rushed into the army of undead with a shake of his body.

(End of this chapter)