The city owner and the old man who heard the news were stunned.

The city lord gritted his teeth, strode to the soldier, picked him up with one hand, and roared: "What did you just say! Speak clearly!"

The soldier swallowed and said with difficulty: "There was news from the frontline troops. When they arrived, the original location of the new city was only the ruins of the place where the undead gathered. There is no sign of the new city."

"Sure it's not fake news? Didn't any of them come forward to try it? What if it's blindfolded?"

"The City Lord, our troops, have entered the ruins. Indeed, it is a ruin."

The city lord slammed the soldier aside, smashed the wall directly, and was buried under the rock without a sound.

The city lord is already a little panicked now. Before the necromancy struck, he was angry only because of the lack of intelligence and he failed to prepare. But it's far from being afraid.

But it's different now. If the new city to the northeast of them really disappears, then the target of the undead they led before will naturally move to Upland.

Six behemoths at the city-breaking level, thinking about this city lord, his whole body trembled.

The old man walked up to him and patted his shoulder lightly.

"teacher?"

"Before the time of despair, the new city will not disappear for no reason. The magic that needs to be induced to transfer the city cannot be easily concealed. Besides, we have no way to deal with these dead spirits."

The city lord calmed down, "The teacher is right. The dead are not coming at the same time. If you grasp the time gap, Aplan can survive."

"It will last. I'll go ahead."

"Teacher, where are you going?"

"Of course it is to turn on the defensive magic of the city wall. Do you think we can resist this level of attack only by the wall?"

After the city lord respectfully watched his teacher leave, he immediately recruited a courier and gave a new order with a cold face.

The battle between the west and the south has begun. Although it was rushed, the combat effectiveness of Upland City's troops was still stronger than these scattered undead.

Those newly born bosses are not even familiar with their own power, let alone command the dead. In a short time, the army will be able to eliminate a large number of dead souls.

But this advantage is only temporary. After gaining some advantage, the general retreated with his troops, relying on the defensive facilities of the city wall to conduct a defensive battle.

There is no way, simply fighting against hundreds of thousands of undead spirits in the wild is sending death to the soldiers. Not many people can engage in sustained high-intensity combat. For the Uplanders, every warrior is precious. At least, it is not worth dying in the hands of these low-level necromen.

Just as they were about to return to the town, the city walls lit up.

They were surprised to find that the city had opened all its wall defense magic. The magic circle of the four city walls rose up, connected into a whole, and then entered the standby state.

This gave those generals a bad guess.

As expected, they received a new order from the city lord when they returned to the city. To mobilize full force and allow the use of Tier 3 or lower city defense weapons, the necromancers on both sides must be resolved within an hour. In the worst case, it must be completely dispersed to ensure that the threat does not reach the level of the wall.

The specific reason has not been explained, but it is definitely not a good thing.

It's not just a movement within the city. Those troops who were on the outside and carrying out guidance tasks also received new orders.

A mixed team of orcs rested in the forest. Few of them are intact. The way to rest is to sit on a rock and eat hard dry food to supplement energy.

A lion orc in light armor looked at the tired crowd and said with a smile: "Don't cry and lose your face. We will get to the destination soon. This time, our merits are enough. After returning, everyone will not have to work so hard. "

"Captain, do you think we are cheap. Why do you want to work for those bastards?"

Looking at the smallest werewolf warrior, the atmosphere became even more suppressed. They are the vanguard of Upland City. In fact, it is the nature of the slave death squad.

A curse was planted on them, and they fled, only to endure endless torture. Upland City gave them a chance for relief. After completing a certain number of tasks, they can enter the official formation. Get rid of the curse.

But this is just a kind of delusion.

There will always be tasks that cannot be completed. Up to now, there has not been a team out of the vanguard organization in Upland City.

Although we all know it, how many people who choose to stay in the vanguard are not afraid of death? Because I wanted to live, I was left under their hands.

The captain could not explain anything like this young child.

When they were silent, a messaging bird flew over. The moment they saw the messaging bird, almost everyone's body trembled.

This is the messaging bird of the city. Every time, it will bring dangerous mission information. In the eyes of these vanguards, these birds are urging death.

The captain stretched out his trembling hand and relieved the new mission from the messenger bird.

After opening the message and seeing the content clearly, the captain's face was completely distorted. The scar on the cheek was torn with excessive anger, and drips of blood leaked out.

"Asshole!" The captain's hands pressed hard, and the information in his hands was almost crumpled.

The messenger bird on one side tilted its head curiously and jumped onto the captain's hand holding the dry food, wanting to eat something.

The dry food fell to the ground, and the captain's hand tightly pinched the smaller messenger bird. The blood from his fingers dyed his hair red.

The surrounding players looked at their captain with horror.

"Captain! What are you doing! We will be punished!"

"Punishment?" The captain looked at the man. Both eyes seemed to stare out, the eye sockets had been split open, and the blood left behind was like blood and tears.

"They don't even give us a way to survive, what a punishment!"

That mission was severely thrown to the ground by the captain. The team members also saw clearly the task that made the captain angry.

The oldest Toothman in the team picked up the paper and read the content on it.

"The mission is changed, the dead spirits who delay the guidance will drag on the spot, and it is forbidden to approach the city."

Everyone's faces changed.

In order to get to this point. Their team of three hundred people eventually left these thirty. And now, the number of dead spirits chasing behind them is no less than 30,000. There is also a huge dead giant.

Not to mention thirty people, the same 30,000 people may not be able to stop them. This is not an area where terrain can be used like a valley.

The wolfman boy said angrily: "I can't stand it anymore. Execution is death, and if not execution is death. It's all death, why should I go and die by myself!"

The captain looked at his players and said grimly: "I want to bring these monsters back to Upland. If it succeeds, the curse on everyone will never happen again. If you want to go, let's go."

After a short hesitation, the battle blood in the bones of these orcs began to stir. Their bloodshot eyes looked at the captain, and that determination had already explained their choice.