Chapter 260 Death Lord
Cemetery Fortress is the place with the strongest defense in the land filled with undead.
The tall and thick city walls are filled with the wails of the undead. Anyone who dares to climb on the wall will be blocked by the undead. They will scream and pull you to become part of the wall.
The moat under the city wall , the stagnant water is filled with resentful souls. No matter who falls into the water, even the undead will be dragged to the deepest part of the water and disappear completely.
The tops of the city walls were covered with bone crossbows. Even if a giant creature tried to attack the city, it would only be pierced and destroyed by the arrows materialized by toxins and curses.
Just the things that are shown on the outermost part are no less difficult for those who want to attack here without siege weapons than crossing the desert without a drop of water.
And all of this does not take into account the defensive strength of this place.
Ghosts always float in the sky, and no one can approach from the sky. In every corner of the city wall, petrified gargoyles are as silent as sculptures. Once they find an enemy, they will activate at the fastest speed and tear the enemy apart.
The city is interconnected in all directions, and any seemingly flat ground or wall may be hollow, from which fearless undead may jump out at any time.
The roads are wide and smooth, and each road is wide enough for a group of Dread Knights to charge and crush all invading enemies.
The owner of this fortress city is the lord of this area, one of the three war lords under the Mad King Dom, the Lord of Death Charles Rushen.
At this time, the Lord of Death was sitting on the throne in heavy armor, listening to the reports from his subordinates.
It is difficult to figure out what kind of undead the Death Lord Charles is. He looks like a Death Knight wearing full heavy armor, but the tentacle-like things spreading out from the gaps in his armor deny this conclusion.
At the same time, when you meet the Death Lord Charles, a question will arise in your mind, that is, what is the profession of the Death Lord in front of you.
The deformed body of the Hateful Butcher even had a deformed and twisted arm holding a fishing net growing out of its back.
But he was wearing full heavy armor, and not only was he holding the Death Knight's unique rune sword, he even had his own mount - a gigantic Death War Elephant that could spit out ice and lightning.
The war elephant, which looks quite like a mammoth , is a giant that can run rampant on the battlefield even when it is alive. Not to mention that after death, it has been transformed by the Lord of Death and becomes more terrifying than when it was alive, and is more eager for blood and killing.
At the same time, Death Lord Charles' back bulged out like a hunchback, and three different spell books were inlaid on the heavy armor that fitted his body. The arcane particles were running according to some artificial setting and some rules, and it was obvious that the three spell books were definitely not decorations.
In addition, through the gaps in the fully-covered helmet, one can also see the pale skull and flesh of the Death Lord Charles. The head is half skull and half flesh. It looks as if he split the two heads in half, then took out half of each and reassembled them together.
A Death Lord who is full of chaos, uncertainty, and even unclear about his true identity, causing the expedition legion to suffer.
"So..." Death Lord Charles' voice was very special, a mixture of multiple voices, sounding like an old man and a child, a wise man and a madman, "A group of skeletons appeared whose identities no one could identify?"
"Yes, sir."
The head witch, who also served as the brain trust of the entire Death Legion, replied: "No one can tell which unit they belong to. We only know that once they appear, they will attack our personnel, and each time they cause a lot of casualties."
The undead didn't care about casualties, but the premise of not caring about casualties was to achieve the expected results. When someone killed them without any results, including high-level undead, even a death lord would feel that he had suffered a loss.
After all, the birth of a high-level undead is not easier than that of a high-level human professional.
"I remember that more than half of McDonald's troops were Dread Knights, and there were even advanced Death Knights. Didn't they catch up with the attackers?"
"I'm sorry, sir. According to intelligence, those skeletons have extraordinary mobility, and Sir MacDonald's cavalry was unable to catch up with them."
"I remember there were warriors and mages among those skeletons, right?" The multiple voices were full of doubts. He was not sure if what he heard was in line with common sense. "You mean to say that McDonald's four-legged men are not as fast as the two-legged skeletons?"
"Did he dismantle his cavalry horses and use them for gambling?"
"Lord MacDonald does not have the habit of gambling." The Death Lord's staff defended the Cavalry Master. "Lord MacDonald prefers to collect more spoils and form more cavalry units."
Death Lord Charles had no interest in continuing to speculate. "So my think tank, what is the truth of this matter? Did my men want to make some extra money so they formed an army to plunder, or did they embezzle too much stuff from the warehouse and have to use this method to settle the accounts?"
Even though he had become a undead, Death Lord Charles still had some memories of his life, so he subconsciously thought of the lies he was told by his subordinates when he was alive, such as [fire dragons burning warehouses], [robbers looting], and [the housekeeper's nephew ran away with a whole year's tax money].
Even if he really has become a dead spirit now, these words cannot fool him.
So when Charles was reborn and became the Lord of Death, he decisively hanged the entire family of the servant who dared to deceive him in the past on the city wall. Even though his entire family had become undead, he still refused to let them go and kept them hanging.
"No, sir. It's a human, or a group of humans."
"Human?"
"A group of humans have sneaked into your territory. According to the intelligence on the battlefield, there are glorious priests, magicians, and an absolutely powerful necromancer. We found traces of holy light and thunder on the battlefield. As for the group of skeletons..."
Before the staff member finished speaking, the Death Lord added: "Those skeletons, the lowest level of bugs, are naturally the masterpieces of the necromancer."
"It seems that the humans want to send out an elite force to disrupt our deployment before attacking. My staff, how is the army of the rebels being assembled?"
"According to the scouts' investigation, they are stationed outside the territory and are slowly gathering their troops. It seems that the current progress is less than halfway."
"Let our warriors assemble and give those humans a surprise!"
