Chapter 438

The undead army is approaching.

If Rand is here, he can also say the previous ancient poem: The black clouds are swaying the city and want to be destroyed.

The two missionaries were actually not afraid of death and were willing to sacrifice their lives for their cause.

But that doesn't mean they don't want to live.

When you are alive, you will definitely see the Moon Duke's Corps getting better and stronger.

However, now they still plan to be a nail here to prevent the power of the undead from continuing to spread.

Their personal force is not very strong, at least it is absolutely impossible to reach the level of the situation of the war.

However, as long as they stay in this city, they can at least have some influence on the soldiers and nobles here.

After the sun rises and sets.

The wind and snow are raging.

Army of the undead.

In fact, the Bishop of the Natural Scourge who commanded the army of undead was very puzzled.

Along the way, there are only some small villages in the mountains and some villagers.

In addition, you can only encounter some robbers along the way, as well as cultists from other sects.

There are basically no people in the villages.

However, some villages will have some livestock, but not many.

From the starting city to here, the army of undead did not expand much. Instead, it suffered a lot of losses because the road was difficult to walk.

"What's the situation? Why are there no people in the village!" A bishop of the natural disaster roared in anger.

"Is there actually no one in the Kingdom of Renza?" a Death Knight guessed.

"What a joke? These villages have sent people to see them. Many of them still have a sense of life. They have just left not long ago." Another Bishop of the Scourge conducted an analysis.

"That's what..." asked the Death Knight.

The commander of the Undead Army said, "They got the news in advance and then retreated early."

"How the hell did this."

"Unknown." The commander of the undead army also had a gloomy face, "But there are still people in the city. We just need to enter the city. Everyone is ready to attack!"

The senior executives of the Tianscopal Cult did not think too much.

This will not be done by the inner ghost, because it is impossible for the inner ghost to deliver messages at such a speed. Almost all villages nearby have evacuated the villagers.

It makes no sense to think too much now.

Since the tide of the undead started, too many strange things have happened, and this is nothing more than that.

Humans did not disappear out of thin air, and cities not far away were the target.

As long as the city is destroyed, the undead army can naturally be replenished.

But we have to step up. Now they are already the last fight. The scale is very large now. According to convention, it is very likely that the Moon Duke Rand will jump out and punch them.

Now they have to believe that it was the most correct judgment that he had been appointed as the Archbishop of the Tianscopia and judged that the Duke of the Moon, Rand, was the number one enemy of the Tianscopia Sect and must be eliminated in time.

Unfortunately, that attack failed to destroy Rand, and Archbishop of the Natural Disaster stayed there forever.

It's really hateful.

It is completely understandable that humans hate cults and the dead.

But it is still too difficult to understand how disgusting the undead, like Rand, he is willing to sacrifice his personal interests and stare at the undead.

The deep hatred of blood is nothing more than that.

So now they are going to speed up the siege.

There is only a small city in front of me. Although the power of the hand bones cannot be used for a short period of time, it must be no problem.

...

At this time, Rand had arrived at the starting city of the undead.

The current messaging device is still very primitive, and Rand can only know about the undead disaster, so more information will be unknown.

I found this place, but rely on Crow Coke and searched for it for a long time.

"Go into the city, maybe there are some clues," Rand said.

He came in person.

Now is a rare opportunity.

Due to the successful promotion of the previous plan, it became much easier for Rand's people to go in and out of the Kingdom of Renza and the Kingdom of Poren.

Rand came here to ensure that the plan did not go wrong and that the undead would find any opportunity to make a comeback.

To be honest, the fact that such news actually came from the vibration transmission device of the territory still cast a haze in his heart.

Of course, another purpose is to find the "treasure".

This is the treasure that the kings of the blue are longing for, and their importance is self-evident.

Rand may not need it, but holding it in his hand means that he has a lot of more bargaining chips.

The Duke of the Moon is not an ant that can be killed by one finger, so even if you can't bear the pressure and are forced to return it, you can still gain some benefits.

Although if the King of Blue really planned to help Vladimir sacrifice to the gods, Rand would resist to the death and go to the King of White for help.

Rand's men quickly entered the city.

The city is dead, as quiet as a grave.

The once noisy streets are now empty, leaving only dilapidated and desolate. Among the broken walls and ruins, the wind passes through the hall, making whimpering wails, as if playing an elegy for the lost life.

The once gorgeous buildings, exquisite shops, and lively squares are now covered with a layer of dead gray. There were traces of battle left on the walls, deep claw marks and charred fire marks, telling the terrifying disaster. Occasionally, some corpses that have not yet been completely decayed and cannot be recovered due to their distorted posture and terrified expressions can solidify their despair before death.

There was a smell of rotten smell in the air, which was the smell of death. The crows hovered in the sky, making hoarse screams, adding a bit of gloom to the dead city. They landed on the corpses, pecking at the remaining flesh and blood, and their black feathers shone with strange light in the sun.

Rand had long been used to the tragic scene after the war.

Faced with the stench and blood, Rand could already remain calm.

After leading the team in the city for a while.

Coke hovering in the sky found the target.

Under the black building wreckage, Rand could still recognize the mark of the church.

Entering the building's wreckage, two bodies can be seen.

and a broken device that fell to the ground.

The vibration transmission device was split into two, and there were still traces of green flame burning on it.

As for the two corpses.

A corpse seemed to be about in his early twenties. He fell on his back in a piece of rubble. His clothes were quite complete. It could be vaguely seen that it was the uniform of the Torch Church's newborn school. His throat was completely cut by some sharp weapon, forming a huge, hideous wound that almost separated his head from his body. The blood had long been gone, and the skin around the wound showed a pale white, in sharp contrast to his distorted face from pain. His eyes were wide open, his pupils were scattered, and his eyes were filled with reluctance and anger. His left hand was tightly clutching a broken hilt, and his knuckles turned white with force, and it was obvious that the battle was at the last moment.

The other two corpses were about the same age as the former. He lay in a narrow alley, and his body showed a strange twisted posture. His spine seemed to be broken by some huge force, and his whole body bent backward at an impossible angle, making people shudder. His legs were cut off at knees, and the broken legs were scattered not far away, with uneven incisions, as if they were forcibly cut by some kind of blunt object. His body was covered with various wounds, some of which were deep and some were fuzzy, which showed that he had suffered extremely cruel abuse before his death.

Two missionaries were brutally killed in order to guard the vibration transmission device.

Since Rand came to this world, there have been many warriors who died in battle for his goals.

But being abused like this made Rand feel angry.

Rand and the Undead have a lot of hatred.

The hatred has aggravated now.

It was meaningless to say this because both sides were determined to die.

However, if possible, Rand plans to capture more undead alive.

Rand is not very good at torture and interrogation.

But he thought he could try to see if the Mother God wants these ugly things.

I think these natural disaster believers all hope to go to the kingdom of the natural disaster apostles.

But now Rand intends to send them to the Mother Goddess.

"Put your bones to restrain yourself. I guess they won't revive into an undead. Then take them back to the holy realm and burn them."

Rand turned around with a few personal guards.

"It's not long before the undead left here, let's destroy them first!"

Chapter 467 Even if it is easy, it is heavy

On the way to Rand's pursuit.

Shadows flashed through the sky.

Then a strong flying cattle and horse took a missionary of the Mother Gods sect to the ground.

"Sir." The missionary of the Mother Goddess Sect bowed his head and saluted, "If you are looking for the direction of the army of the dead, I can guide you."

"Very good." Rand looked at the missionary whose face was cold and purple, with frosted eyebrows and beard.

Flying in the sky and enduring the cold wind is indeed colder than on the ground.

As for his mount, the flying cow and horse may be because of the dragon blood in his body, and they are not very affected by the cold wind, but they may be because they are constantly exercising and they look very tired.

"Lead the way, I'm looking for the army of undead," Rand said.

"Follow me." This missionary of the Mother God Sect did not continue to ride the flying cows and horses. The flying cows and horses were already out of breath, and it would not require such rapid speed if they guided the army.

The missionaries of the Mother Gods sect sat on a war horse and guided the way next to Rand.

While guiding the way, the missionary of the Mother Gods sect hesitated several times before asking, "Two people in the city..."

Rand knew what he was going to ask: "I sent someone to collect the corpse, and then it will be taken to the Holy Land to burn. They are respectable warriors."

The missionaries of the Mother Goddess Sect stopped talking. The two sacrificed missionaries were his friends. This time they came to see them because they were lucky. Unexpectedly, they met Lord Rand.

Lord Rand did not bring many troops, but this missionary from the Mother Goddess Sect was sure that those undead sects would not be opponents of Lord Rand.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity for revenge was at this moment.

Rand looked at the missionary who was silent and spoke from time to time. With Rand's rich experience, he felt that the missionary wanted to fight himself.

"Do you want to use a knife to kill the undead?" Rand asked directly.

The missionary nodded.

"In theory, you are not a soldier, you should spend your life elsewhere," Rand said.

The missionary bowed his head.

"Forget it, follow me later, I'll take you to kill you." Rand smiled.

The missionary was a little surprised and looked up at Rand, but the young man with black hair and black eyes no longer looked back at him.

...

"Are there any more wood rolling? Come on to the city wall!" The missionaries of the Mother God Sect and the Newborn Sect were responsible for a small section of the city wall.

Originally, the local lord found that there were not enough grassroots officers, so he thought of these two missionaries, who seemed to be under the leadership of the Duke of the Moon.

Due to recognition of the Duke of Moon's military capabilities, the local lord went to ask the two missionaries.

The answer I got was: "Only the most basic training."

Then the local lord asked the two missionaries to assist in commanding with skepticism.

After observation, I feel relieved to let these two people be responsible for a section of the city wall.

Apart from the initial discomfort, the two missionaries quickly roared and commanded.

Of course they are not those reserve officers who have been compulsory in war studies.

But I know some common sense about defending the city for now.

Other times you just need to accept the command.