PFC Chapter 301 You Go Behind Me, So Do I
Chapter 301 You Go Behind Me, So Do I
After dealing with the undead reinforcements that surrounded the solitary dead tree, they took control of this largest "main router" that was constantly spreading seeds, just like they had done with the other dead trees before.
Once control was gained, the darkness and illusions that blocked the path disappeared.
Without any plan to rest, Abes and his group headed directly towards Breland's home, deciding to walk the last few miles.
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At the same time, Nass's troops, who had not received any feedback from the Brelands and had decided to take the opportunity to start a war, had already arrived near the Brelands' territory in the small kingdom of Wommza.
"If we keep going, it should be light by the time we arrive."
"The Breland family has our Nass's secret method, so they should be as good as us at fighting in the early morning, night and dusk. Why not use them to fight?"
It's a very simple and straightforward truth.
Although it will pull one's own combat power into a uncomfortable zone, being able to restrict the opponent is the most important thing.
Once they are brought to the same level, their size as a national army will definitely be able to crush a small territory hidden near the border.
Therefore, Nas's army did not rush to launch an attack, but instead arranged their positions in an orderly manner.
With the help of undead soldiers who were not only capable of fighting but also performing various tasks, Nass's army built simple but practical fortifications in a short period of time, demonstrating extremely high military literacy and organizational skills.
The general, who was the biggest and most powerful necromancer in the entire team, stood on a high place, calmly observing the surrounding terrain and camp conditions.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, as if they could penetrate all obstacles.
However, setting up camp and arranging positions does not mean that there will be no action outside.
A complex entity with clear division of labor is what a country's army should look like.
Boiling water and cooking, digging pits and trenches, and pounding on flat ground to set up the large waterproof cloth of the tent and the long poles used for support are the normal camping work.
But in addition to this, there will also be people who need to collect resources nearby.
Wood, food, even vines and tall grasses with long fibers, or fuzzy artemisia, can all be used as part of the army's resource replenishment.
In places that are further away, some professional personnel will be sent out to carry out reconnaissance and intelligence work.
There are even fully armed people ready to advance into battle at any time.
Collection work, reconnaissance work, combat work...
This is also a reasonable arrangement. The whole army resting does not mean that everyone can really get a rest.
When the whole army set up camp, not everyone was there banging and banging to set up their marching tents.
Only those who are doing non-camping actions can ensure that the vast majority of people in the entire team can have a good rest.
By the same token, not being in a hurry to launch an attack does not mean that there will be no offensive at all.
Total war and cannibalization are two different principles.
If those small settlements could be dealt with in advance, the army could move directly to the vicinity of the castle without having to worry about whether a cunning group of "rodents" would emerge from the forest.
"Let's start with 500 people."
The leading general waved his hand, and soon his order was conveyed to every soldier in the camp who was selected to set off.
The Nass army began to move. They were divided into several small teams. The ratio of undead to humans in each team was about three to one.
In the customary solemn atmosphere, the human soldiers quickly signed their names or put their fingerprints on the batch of suicide notes that had been prepared long ago, and then handed them over to the chief officers of the friendly forces who did not need to set off yet.
Their crude, crooked handwriting and palm prints, in contrast to the beautiful cursive script above, are wonderfully ironic.
After receiving them, looking at the stack of identical suicide notes in his hand, the chief officer did not seem to be very moved. He simply put them in a box and put them away.
Perhaps you will think that it is a bit cruel for Nas's top management to ask people to prepare to sacrifice their lives by handing out batches of suicide notes.
Or maybe they feel that this is simply not enough to convey their courage, determination, reluctance and entrustment in the face of death.
However, in areas where education is not widely promoted, there is a magic of transcription that is more useful than printers and copiers.
Education and reading and writing are expensive;
It is cheaper to copy a standard suicide note template that looks exactly the same and was written by a cultured person in the city.
Under such conditions, it is natural for such a thing to be born and for such a phenomenon to occur before the battle.
Instead of feeling cruel, they were grateful to the general for giving them time to say their final farewell and grateful to the leader for giving them a beautiful and bright suicide note.
This is much more conscientious than General Paddy who bombarded his own elite warriors with his own mage corps without saying anything, or sent his own troops to carry out meaningless and fatal harassment.
And because of this kind of thinking, they have no regrets even if they are immediately dealt with as undead soldiers after death.
This is not blasphemy, but heritage and noble sacrifice.
After completing all this, the team of five hundred "people" quietly advanced towards the territory of the Breland family.
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The mixed team of 500 people was split into five teams and advanced silently towards the territory of the Breland family.
Dusk gradually fell and the sky turned blood red, as if foreshadowing some ominous sign for the upcoming battle.
The steps of the undead in the team were heavy and mechanical, while the human soldiers gripped their weapons tightly with mixed emotions in their hearts.
In fact, if they looked farther away, or observed from the sky, they would be able to discover that beyond the blood-red color, there were dark clouds and rain.
Of course, those areas were rapidly collapsing with the actions of Abes and his men, forming a target point path that overlapped with their goal.
In a way, they were lucky, as the Breland family's defenses were focused entirely on the front, guarding against enemies coming from the small kingdom of Wommza and the main highway.
Therefore, these five hundred people had no impression of encountering the undead dead tree and the damn illusion.
But even so, the enemies that have been occupied and controlled by the undead creatures are definitely not as peaceful as expected by conventional battle preparations.
They passed through a dense forest, where branches swayed in the wind, making low moaning sounds.
Soon, a narrow path appeared ahead, leading to a small village.
The outline of the village looked hazy and mysterious in the afterglow of the setting sun, and this was where their mission lay.
Attacking cities and capturing strongholds is the job of large troops.
And five hundred people are enough to sweep the surrounding civilian residences that are not protected by city walls!
"Stay alert and prepare to attack!" the team leader whispered.
The team of one hundred men under his command quickly dispersed, with the undead in front and the human soldiers behind.
Cautiously they approached the edge of the village.
Everyone held their breath - or perhaps they couldn't breathe at all. It could be said that the tense atmosphere was filled in the air.
Their shadows stretched long on the ground, like a silent army of ghosts.
If the village in front of us is really an ordinary village, then as the distance shortens to this level, it is not impossible that it will be completely destroyed.
However, as the distance shortened, they gradually saw the houses in the village clearly.
The houses looked dilapidated, some of their roofs had even collapsed, and the walls were covered with vines, as if no one had taken care of them for a long time.
"Strange, why is there no movement?" a soldier murmured in a low voice, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.
"And it looks so old. Could it have been abandoned?"
The squad leader and the necromancers accompanying the army were much more clear about this situation.
"It is the pollution and filth of negative energy."
Nass's application of necromancy has always remained at the controllable and good level, serving combat and basic labor, so that ordinary soldiers have no idea what effects the wanton use of necromancy will produce.
Where negative energy accumulates, even if you just cleaned the house yesterday, it can turn into a ten-year-old antique today.
Abandonment and aging are only the most basic. Their ultimate effect is constant transformation and becoming a large nest suitable for the undead.
And that means one thing.
"The Breland family took our secret method and actually extended their hands to the common people. We had clearly agreed that converting their own family members would be enough to create a huge wave in the small kingdom of Wommza. Pah!"
From an outsider's perspective, Nass also has access to necromancy and undead creatures; the situation is similar to that of the Brelands now.
But in the eyes of the Nas people themselves, they were constrained by the bitter cold and scarcity of supplies in the north, and they used extreme measures but still remained within control. This was a reflection of their noble morals and souls.
The Breland family received the secret method, but they didn't stir up trouble properly, which was a waste;
If the secret method the Breland family received was only used to convert their own family population, it would be completely sufficient, but they still had to use it on civilians, which was bad;
But if you receive compensation and assistance but do not do the work, you are dishonest.
All in all, Nass's expedition against the Breland family of the small kingdom of Wommza was well-deserved, which is definitely a rare virtue in the North.
It’s just that although I’m incompetent, bad and untrustworthy, the other party is not stupid.
Attacking civilians is just a moral issue, but morality has never been an issue in the North.
"After converting the civilians, the undead threshold of the Breland family may exceed a certain limit. By then, it is not impossible for a minotaur skeleton to emerge from the pile of human skeletons." (Human skeleton challenge level 1/4, minotaur skeleton challenge level 2)
The team continued to move forward and they finally entered the village.
It was still eerily quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.
The leader waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to search separately.
They carefully opened every door and checked every room, but without exception, all the houses were empty.
"No one is here," a soldier finally reported, confusion and disappointment in his voice.
The necromancers and the team leaders stood in the center of the village, frowning and looking around.
An ominous premonition arose in their hearts.
"Were they really transformed and then all moved away? Or were they not transformed, and the undead creatures were just left to devour the civilians?"
Suddenly, an undead soldier let out a low growl, breaking the silence.
Everyone quickly turned to the source of the sound, and saw the undead standing next to a well. The well mouth was originally covered by a heavy stone slab, but now the well mouth has been opened. Three or five drowned corpses pulled at the armor and arms of the undead soldier, trying to pull him down.
The sudden situation near the wellhead immediately alerted the team, and everyone quickly changed direction.
"Concentrated attack!"
However, at this moment, the silence around the village was completely broken.
The commotion at the wellhead seemed to be a signal, and abnormal movements began to appear in other places.
First, at the entrance to the cellar, the heavy and rotten wooden boards that seemed to blend in with the environment were suddenly lifted up, and dozens of rotten zombies of various shapes crawled out of the darkness, their eyes flashing with faint green light, and rushed towards the soldiers.
Then there was a noise coming from the chimney.
A cloud of black smoke suddenly belched out of the charcoal-black chimney, and then countless ghosts, spirits and will-o'-the-wisp fires poured out of it.
They let out shrill screams, circled quickly in the air, and pounced on the living people on the ground, who were a quarter of their size, like hungry wolves.
Every passage and every unchecked corner seemed to have become an exit for undead creatures.
Even some solid ground around the village that seemed completely sound began to shake.
The undead poured out like a tide, filling the entire village with a deathly silence filled with gray, green, blue and purple-black.
At the same time, the same scene also happened in the other four teams of the squad.
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"Abe... Lord Qian Zhongzhan, why do we have to take a detour?"
Walking at night is not a safe thing even in the real world without magic, let alone in such a fantasy world?
So, even though he had cracked the "main router", Abesi did not go straight to the point, but instead took a detour, which puzzled everyone.
In this regard, Abes also gave his own opinion.
"That dead tree, the undead reinforcements transmitted through the rift are indeed terrifying and huge. But no matter how huge they are, they are just [reinforcements]. Based on this, think about the possible situation inside the castle. Do I need to say more?"
"With the ability to transform undead creatures and the help of the wild gods, a frontal attack is definitely not an option for us."
"Considering our number, it would be better to sneak in from behind."
When it comes to sneaking around, Abes thought of the battle against Raven Castle.
He led the Minqin tribe to secretly attack the unprotected Tianye Town, and thus was able to save the main attack team in time which was almost wiped out by the crazy soldiers.
However, this time, Abes came alone to the west of the small kingdom, so it was impossible for him to bring the Minqiu people with such obvious appearance characteristics.
Even though the Breland family's small territory and castle could never be compared with a military fortress like Ravenhold, it shouldn't be difficult to break through.
But this time, without the help of the Minqin tribe, a sweet ice race that can transform and climb at will, it will still be a problem how to enter the castle.
however……
"Master Qian Zhongzhan! It's over, they've also gone around to the rear!"
what? !
Abes was shocked. I went behind you and you followed me too?
No, why? I went around to launch a surprise attack, and you went around to change your location, are you?
Seeing that they didn't believe it, Anivia said, and cast the Eagle Eye spell on them again.
This time, they could see waves of undead creatures...
They are blocking the center of what was probably a village!