"shoot!"

"shoot!"

"Prepare kerosene! Pour down!"

Commander Durand has been commanding from the top of the city, and from time to time he has to bring his personal guards up to kill the enemy.

The ghoul not only attacked the city wall with its claws, but also climbed up to the top of the city by building a ladder.

Three or four ghouls thrust their claws roughly into the cracks in the city wall, and then the ghouls stepped on their arms and shoulders to climb up. ghouls build human ladders.

This kind of human ladder built up little by little is really not much to praise. It is more clumsy and primitive than human beings making ladders and various engineering tools, but they are stronger than ladders because they are very strong and the ladders can be pushed away. , this kind of human ladder can't be pushed.

Like ants, a large number of ghouls stepped on their companions, screaming and began to climb the twelve-meter-high city wall.

Some young soldiers found that they couldn't shoot the ghouls with their bows and arrows, so they tried to poke their heads out of the city wall to shoot, but they were all pulled back by the veterans without exception.

The benefit of not having hastily expanded the army is reflected, and at this time the number of veterans is still more than that of recruits.

The veterans were quite experienced. Facing the crazy undead, they actually had fear, but it was not that strong. They could occasionally joke with the recruits around them.

After all, the tactics of the undead are quite simple. As long as human soldiers overcome their own fears, have armor, armor, and sharp weapons, humans will have the upper hand.

There are only a few ways to defend the city, and Jarod Shadowsong has no other suggestions. Soldiers come to block the water and cover it with soil, let's fight!

"The enemy is already impatient, and we have a great chance of winning." Garrod Yingsong has been performing the duties of this military adviser, and from time to time he said some words of encouragement, strengthening Vanessa's belief in continuing to resist.

"I trust my soldiers."

Vanessa hasn't reached that point of panic yet, she has some ideas in her mind.

Old Fording's western garrison fortress is also fighting hard. The undead army is divided into two groups to attack them, which also disperses the strength of the undead army. Persevere, there is no other good way.

"Raise my king's flag! Tell the soldiers that I am with them!" Vanessa shouted, and the soldiers who had prepared for a long time immediately raised the sky-blue king's flag of Lordaeron, with rice on it. The symbol of the Nehil family, and the scepter symbol representing her ruling status.

The king's flag with magical brilliance can be seen from any angle, and the soldiers who were a little tired were immediately encouraged.

"For Lordaeron!" A veteran threw away his bow and arrow, picked up a spear from the side, and stabbed at the city without even looking.

The recruits followed suit and raised their spears to attack the ghouls that surged up like a tidal wave.

"Hold on! Hold on, don't panic! These ghosts aren't that scary!" The veterans were all serving as the leaders of the squad. They kept shouting, encouraging the new recruits while also arranging the attack order reasonably.

It can be said that these veterans are wealth.

They use squads as units, with recruits at the back and veterans at the front, using formations to kill undead soldiers.

"Old guy, have you really fought these monsters?" A recruit tremblingly asked his companions.

He was said to be an old guy, but he was actually about thirty years old. There was a hideous scar on the left side of the old soldier's face, which made his appearance a bit ruthless.

He snorted nonchalantly, drew his long sword and stabbed a ghoul in the eye socket, and kicked the ghoul off the wall with a flying kick.

The recruits are cooperating with the veterans, the infantry are covering the archers, the mages are constantly using large-scale spells to eliminate the enemies, and the cavalry is more like a group of ghosts. They will always appear at the most suitable time and give the enemy a fatal blow. .

After resisting the first wave of offensive from the undead army, the fear of human beings quickly subsided, and their cooperation became more and more skillful.

The battlefield is a bit chaotic, some people die in battle, and some people make up for it.

The young soldier didn't know the name of the companion beside him. He saw a ghoul climbing up from the side, and the position where the ghoul appeared was just in the blind spot of his companion's sight.

"Be careful!" He only had time to yell before he realized that someone was stepping on his lower back. When he bent down, the other person jumped over his head lightly.

The lone hero Keeshan can't command, but his individual combat ability is not to be said. With a long sword cutting across, the ghoul who was about to attack was cut in two.

"Pay attention to the sides!" He was wearing a chain mail this time, but he still didn't wear a helmet, and he still wore a red turban on his head.

Like a firefighter, he kept running back and forth at the top of the city, rushing to wherever the situation was critical.

"Keshan! I seem to have heard your name? Are you also on this battlefield? Come and meet old friends!" A death knight wearing a dark blue full-body armor and holding a steel rune sword rushed to the top of the city. He was like a solid wall that could not be destroyed. Five soldiers stabbed him in the chest with spears. As a result, he cut off the spear shaft with one sword, and cut the throats of three soldiers with another sword. The fist shattered the lower back of a soldier trying to escape.

"Human beings are trash!" He picked up one of the corpses with great force, and smashed it on the head of the last soldier, head to head, and this soldier also fell into a pool of blood, blood and brains mixed together, dying The situation is appalling.

Keeshan rushed forward in two steps in three steps. When he saw the death knight, his expression froze for a moment, and memories that were not too long ago immediately emerged.

The death knight sneered happily: "Old friend~lightnovelpub.net~ Didn't expect that? The instructor Razuvios who was brutally executed and spurned by the townspeople of Lakeside Town is back! They said I took refuge in the undead? I Let them take refuge now! Haha—!”

Keeshan had a stern expression on his face: "I will help you out, your noble personality should not succumb to the undead army!"

He pushed away the soldiers who were about to assist him. He knew this enemy very well, and ordinary soldiers were no opponents at all.

He accelerated suddenly, and the long sword in his hand slashed at the head of the death knight.

He has seen a lot of old people becoming undead and then standing in front of him. According to his understanding and Lordaeron's official propaganda, these dead people who have regained their mobility just have the same memory, and they are not the same as the person who was alive. Same, if you see one and kill another, it's for their own good!

Regardless of whether this propaganda strategy is correct or not, at least it is recognized at the level of ordinary soldiers. Ordinary people will not study what the six origins of the world are, let alone know the relationship between the Lich King and Kil'jaeden. They agree with the official Explain that it is enough to find a just reason for destroying the undead.

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