Chapter 469: A War Without Suspense (VI)
After destroying the marble array, in order to avoid any further complications, Yang Qiu immediately pointed his palm at Count Geketian, who was still hanging in the air by the black thorn vines.
“No, no—!”
Count Geketian was too insecure to be angry about losing his life-saving trump card. The fear of death made this pampered old count panic. He instinctively raised his arms to protect himself, and blurted out words that he would never say on ordinary days: "Please don't kill me, I will do whatever you want--"
Five sharp blades of spiritual power condensed into shape and chopped this... no, this living dead zombie that had existed for who knows how many years into several pieces.
Gekatian was not dead after his head left his neck, but without a throat, he obviously could not make any sound.
The pure and dangerous breath of black magic rushed towards him, and the dark energy fog as thick as ink wrapped up Gekatan who was broken into several pieces and falling down.
"The dead return to the world."
Gekatan heard the black magician utter a cold spell, and this short sentence became the last sound he heard in this world.
"--grandfather!"
Master Gladstone, who was slumped down at the foot of the stairs, uttered a third, more shrill and violent scream.
"Huh?" Yang Qiu turned his head and glanced at the old young master in surprise, then turned back to look at the remains of the old earl that were weathered and falling like sand after being freed from the "Curse of Death".
"That's what's going on." Yang Qiu muttered and walked towards Master Gladstone.
“You…you…” Master Gladstone had already been so shocked by the series of incidents that tears were streaming down his face. His hands and feet were weak, and he tried to run back in fear. “I, I’m innocent! I didn’t do anything. You can’t kill me!”
Yang Qiu ignored him.
"Wait, you, you only kill cultists, don't you? I'm not a cultist!" Master Gladstone shouted tremblingly, "Everything was done by my grandfather. It has nothing to do with me - he, he also replaced his son, my father. I was coerced!"
Yang Qiu stood not far from the steps, looked down at Gladstone for two seconds, nodded, and then shook his head.
"It's not like you didn't do anything."
A black thorn vine as thick as an arm suddenly emerged from the mud beside Master Gladstone, pierced through Gladstone's chest from the side and back, and then disintegrated and dissipated.
“Ah——!” Gladstone let out a short scream from the severe pain. He lowered his head to look at his chest and let out a series of trembling, desperate screams, “Ah, Ah-ah-ah-ah——!”
The huge hole in his chest destroyed his heart...but he didn't die immediately.
The wound didn't even bleed like a normal person would, but just... a little blood oozed out slowly.
"You have accepted some of the Whisperer's divine favor, although it is only a very small part that can only make you look younger than ordinary people and prevent you from dying easily when you are seriously injured... But there is no doubt that you are not an outsider."
Yang Qiu raised his hand towards Gladstone and stretched out his five fingers.
After getting rid of Geketan and his son... no, grandparents and grandchildren, Yang Qiu immediately left the villa and chased after the escaped middle-aged noble.
One minute later, Yang Qiu flew away from the Lord's Mansion and headed to the outer city area, clearing out the nodes of the sacrificial array one by one...
While Yang Qiu was busy running between the nodes of the magic circle, the "siege" was still going on on the battlefield outside the city.
The leader of the faction suddenly "bites" four big holes in the enemy's city wall, and any player can climb into the city. It seems that the city wall defense line has become useless - but are the players coming to the battlefield just to attack the city?
It must not be!
The NPC guarding the city is the player’s target, okay!
So… after Yang Qiu flew away, the 30,000 players who returned to the battlefield did not think about winning the siege as quickly as possible, but instead rushed to the city walls and the preparation area inside the city walls …
The commander of the garrison who was sitting on top of the city gate was pale and thought that he was doomed when he first saw that the city wall defense line was breached; but when he saw that the Undead army not only did not take the opportunity to enter the city, but continued to stay and fight with the defenders, he realized that these Tarantan Undead had "too low IQ" and did not know how to adapt to circumstances, and he was overjoyed.
The commander regained his spirits and commanded a counterattack, but gradually realized something was wrong...
"These undead ghosts - what on earth do they want to do?!"
Standing under the tall arrow tower at the city gate, the commander could see a large number of undead rushing towards him from inside and outside the city walls on all directions with just a glance, and he looked confused.
No matter whether the undead jumped into the wall from the breach or failed to squeeze through the breach, any undead that could move towards the commander's position seemed to have no second target in their eyes.
There were obviously a large number of strategic targets that could be attacked in the battle preparation area behind the city gate, but the undead that jumped into the wall seemed to be completely uninterested and only ran towards the commander on the city gate.
It is difficult to attack the arrow tower above the city gate from the outside, but it is relatively easy from the inside. After all, there are stairs on both sides of the inside of the city gate that lead directly to this place.
The undead who entered the city are now madly fighting for the stairs on both sides...
Not only are they fighting with the defending soldiers, they are also fighting with their own people.
The commander standing on the high ground had witnessed more than once that several groups of undead were fighting for the stairs on both sides...
"What on earth are they doing? What on earth do they want to do?!"
The commander's forehead and neck were covered in cold sweat.
Originally, the density of troops above and below the city gate was the highest, and it was very easy for the preparation area to support the arrow tower at the city gate; but because the undead army could go around the gap in the city wall next to it and enter the inner side of the city wall, the connection between the preparation area and the city gate was blocked, and the reinforcements could not rush over to support smoothly.
The soldiers on the nearby city wall could have provided support... but the problem was that there were more than one breach in the wall, and there were more than one staircase to climb up the wall from the inside. It was difficult enough to just resist the undead attacking from both inside and outside and to hold the position, let alone provide support elsewhere.
The worst thing was that the soldiers' physical strength had already been exhausted to the limit, and just now a bizarre incident occurred in which a large number of soldiers suddenly died under the arrow towers. The soldiers on the city walls who witnessed this incident were all in a panic!
The combination of physical exhaustion and morale anxiety was the most direct consequence: the number of people captured and carried away by the undead increased dramatically.
The commander who was running back and forth on the top of the city wall saw at a glance that a group of undead who were fighting each other suddenly "ceased fighting" and ran towards a soldier who accidentally fell down the stairs.
After dragging this soldier, who was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift his weapon, out of the melee, the group of undead... continued to fight each other.
It was not until one of the parties was chopped into white light and disappeared that the remaining few undeads proudly carried the soldiers and circled out of the battle zone...
commander:"……"
The commander forced his gaze away from the group of undead and looked elsewhere.
Then, he saw... on another staircase position about a few dozen meters away from the city gate, two undead sneaked around their companions who were fighting with the defending soldiers, approached the wounded who fell in the back and had not been transported away in time, picked up the person and ran away.
The soldiers who were angry about the wounded being stolen, as well as the two undead companions, gave up fighting at the same time and chased after them with roars...
commander:"……"
The commander panted and cast his eyes towards the undead fighting for the stairs on both sides below the city gate.
He seemed to understand something...
I can't say anything about the undead in other places, but these undead rushing towards the arrow tower at the city gate might be coming for him...
The commander took a deep breath.
"——How can we let these bastards succeed!!" The commander, with veins all over his forehead, roared, "Cheer up, everyone! Kill these damn undeads!!"
“Kill them—!!”
“Kill them—!!”
Above and below the city gate, the exhausted soldiers were inspired by the morale and once again burst out with the fighting power of professional soldiers to repel the undead that rushed up the stairs on both sides of the city gate.
Then... another group of undeads excitedly rushed towards the stairs...
"The bunch of idiots who occupied the toilet and didn't do anything are finally wiped out! It's time for us to show our skills!"
Lahong, who led the charge, pointed to the boss above the city gate, who was wearing top-grade divine clothing and had a golden, bold, and large font on his head saying "Commander of the Creek City Defenders," and shouted, "Brothers, follow me! Take down the boss!"
Mingfeng Chunpu, the wizard, did not follow the charge. He stood at the back and commanded the attack: "Go, go, go! Warriors and knights, go ahead! Walkers, don't rush for the stairs, climb the wall!"
"Those who haven't reached level 4, don't try to squeeze in. Wait down below to carry the prisoners!"
"Everyone in the study group, follow up, the hairy leg group will take the place of the substitutes behind!"
A group of players from the Small Blood Alliance passed by the bustling city gate battle area and cast their gazes over there with envy.
"These people from the big blood alliance are really not human. They agreed that we should unite and share the benefits, but in the end, all the people at the BOSS point are theirs, and outsiders have no share at all." The player of the small blood alliance said sourly.
"We can't do anything about it. After all, only the Big Blood Alliance can form a large group on the battlefield. If we want to join them, we can only listen to them." The battlefield commander of the Small Blood Alliance said helplessly, "They eat the meat, but at least they give us the soup. It's not too cruel."
The leader of the Little Blood Alliance urged, "Okay, stop talking, and quickly find a place to capture more prisoners, otherwise when the money is divided, it will be bad to tell others that our group is slacking off."
"Boss, let's not fight for the stairs with XX Blood Alliance this time. Those people have no moral principles. They just let us take the front while they stayed in the back. In the end, we were wiped out and they had nothing to worry about." said the battlefield commander of the small Blood Alliance.
"I think so too. We won't go with those idiots this time." The leader of the Small Blood Alliance nodded and said, "Anyway, as long as we get prisoners, it will be a contribution. This time we won't rush the city wall."
At this point, the leader of the small blood alliance pointed to the war preparation area barracks on the opposite side of the city gate and said, "See that? I just noticed that all the monsters coming out of the building over there are red monsters."
"Let's go, let's go!" The battlefield commander of the Small Blood Alliance's eyes lit up.
This small Blood Alliance team, with no more than a hundred members online, immediately ran happily towards the armory of the Creek City defenders.
And then... the first group of players who gave up the "frontal battlefield" got the first bite of the extremely fat crab - the equipment in the armory is mainly heavy infantry armor and weapons, which the players can't use, but can be sold to NPCs for recycling!
As for the second bite, they didn't get to eat it...
Even in the larger blood alliances with higher cohesion and organization, there are bound to be a few traitors who "tip off" to their relatives and friends, not to mention the smaller blood alliances that are mainly for leisure. Soon, N players from the smaller blood alliances that couldn't squeeze into the frontal battlefield swarmed in and emptied out the armory.
As soon as this incident happened, it quickly spread among the participating players. More small blood alliance players and individual group players who couldn't squeeze into the front battlefield slapped their heads and rushed to other buildings in the preparation area...
The preparation area was harassed by tens of thousands of players, making it even more unable to support the city wall defense line.
The defense line on the city wall was getting weaker and weaker, more and more positions were lost, and even the soldiers around the commander were sparse...
The battle lasted until 5:30 p.m. in the other world time. When the sun gradually set, Yang Qiu finally killed all the "Whisperer" sect members in the city . The players on the front battlefield finally caught the big boss they had been thinking about.
Four hours and forty minutes after the siege began, Creek City was captured.
