The thick and heavy city gates were slammed shut, and the undead were completely blocked outside.
The noise persisted.
The knocking on the door was like a ghostly cry.
However, no one cared. After such a long battle, they all wanted to rest.
In other words, they had already been used to the continuous knocking for the past two days and two nights. Other than the archers who were still on guard, no one would even look down at the skeletons below.
Even the Swadian footman who had just gone through a tough battle sat on the ground and rested with a calm expression on their faces.
Occasionally, they would laugh and talk about their heroic fighting methods.
This battle was not considered too harsh.
Perhaps to the light infantry, it was just a little tense.
Compared to the intensity of the battlefield on the continent of Caradia, this battle could only be considered a massacre. A group of well-equipped foot soldiers with excellent battlefield skills slaughtered a group of poorly equipped and weak armed militia.
1,000 light infantrymen were sent out, but no one was killed.
This could explain the problem.
And according to the estimates of the archers on the city walls.
The defensive circle formed by these light infantrymen had withstood the attacks of tens of thousands of undead armies. At the same time, in the close to three hours of battle, they had destroyed close to 30,000 skeleton warriors and skeleton soldiers!
Look at the layers of bones on the ground of the ramp.
All kinds of skeletons were stacked like low walls.
One by one, they were placed right at the defensive line of those light infantrymen.
Looking from the top of the city wall, one could clearly feel that the terrain of that area was much more intense than ordinary places.
Even the groups of skeleton warriors and skeleton soldiers that stood at that area were almost half a body taller. It was as if they were standing on a viewing platform, but they still could not see the scenery of the city wall at the top of the cliff.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})The cliff that had appeared was 10 meters high.
The city wall of "Drondheim" was also 10 meters high.
Although the 20-meter slope was more gentle than the city gate on the 10-meter cliff, it was useless even if they climbed up the gentle slope after locking the city gate.
Because the towers and arrow towers on both sides of the city gate were enough to release accurate long-range fire on the slope.
Regardless of whether it was arrows, crossbows, or spells.
Any enemy target on the ramps was equivalent to a living target!
However, the current skeletons did not even qualify as targets. The archers on the city wall didn't want to waste their arrows. Instead, they leaned against the edge of the city wall, laughing and chatting.
Occasionally, when they got bored or when they're making a bet, they would pull out their arrows and fire at the skeletons.
The crazy rapid shooting at the beginning was no where to be seen.
Since they had the geographical advantage, they did not need to be nervous.
Drondheim's castle had all kinds of supplies, including food and water. If they wanted to, they could live here for almost a year without any external supplies.
However, whether or not they could really live like this depended on Kant.
And as the Supreme Lord...
The new overlord of the Nahrin Desert.
The absolute ruler of the Oasis Lookout.
Kant would never live like this, let alone stay here for a year!
Drondheim's castle was now surrounded by an army of the undead, trapped in the Nahrin Desert. Even if Kant controlled the stone pass and Aaron City, it was impossible for reinforcements to arrive.
If the Dukedom of Leo knew about this place, they would be eager to let Kant and the undead fight to their deaths.
Aaron City in the Senwaya range did not have the ability to send troops.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})Although it was a city of the Rhodoks people...
The current development was still focused on construction. There were not enough people to send reinforcements. Even if they were to send reinforcements, the troops of RHodoks, who could cross the desert to come here, would be helpless against the curtain of death.
At that time, Kant had personally experienced the power of the curtain of death.
Only extraordinary strength could withstand it.
Without positive energy, it was an insurmountable chasm for ordinary troops!
Being enveloped by the curtain of death, which contained all kinds of negative buffs, even top-notch Rhodoks soldiers would become sick and weak. Eventually, they would fall to the ground and be killed by the most lowly skeleton soldiers!
However, this was not the case in a normal environment.
Rhodoks who was wearing double-layer heavy chain armor and a suit of iron-scale armor and leather lining, holding a long-handled axe and warhammer at his waist, and equipped with a heavy broad shield, would have no problem defeating a 100-man team of skeleton soldiers by himself!
This set of equipment coupled with his sturdy and strong body that was like a rock.
He could be said to be invincible in infantry combat!
In the class of level 5 infantrymen, even a level 5 veteran Nord warrior who was also good at infantry combat was not their opponent.
Even the strongest level 6 Nord royal guards could withstand them for a long time!
The most crucial point.
Was still that deep darkness, with that incomparably evil curtain of death!
Kant stood on the city wall and stared. Of course, he could sense that the curtain of death in front of him was almost covering the sky and the sun. The curtain was estimated to be covering more than half of the Nahrin Desert.
Or perhaps it was not so. It only covered the Oasis Lookout.
But Kant, who had not rushed out of the darkness, did not know how much it covered.
"My Lord."
Bandake walked up the city wall.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Looking at Kant staring at the darkness outside, he said, "We can go out and take a look. Just these low-grade skeletons will not be able to stop us."
What he was talking about was naturally an army that was armed with extraordinary powers.
For example, the royal knights of the Kingdom of Swadia.
Or the lion knights of the Kingdom of Sarrandia.
And the mages of the Enfath Empire!
If all these powers were gathered together, there would definitely be no problem for them to charge out of the curtain of death that was surrounded by these skeletons. After all, these were all super elites!
Moreover, Kant had the help of Bandake, the underworld apostle.
This was also the reason why Bandake dared to directly bring up this suggestion to Kant.
Just a mere skeleton.
It was not enough to keep all of them!
"Wait."
Kant frowned slightly.
He did not agree with Bandake's suggestion. Instead, he said in a deep voice, "Let these light infantrymen rest. Tomorrow, we will arrange for them to continue fighting. You will continue to lead the team."
"This... I understand." Bandake nodded.
"Yes." Kant let out a sigh of relief.
The feeling of being surrounded was indeed not good.
Especially being surrounded by such a group of strangely shaped and terrifying undead, it made his mood even more depressed.
However, Kant was still waiting.
He was waiting for the transformation of these 1,000 Swadian footman.
This battle was not considered tragic, but the number of skeleton warriors killed was extremely high. Basically, it could allow nearly half of the light infantrymen to level up. If they were to do it twice more, it was estimated that all of the light infantrymen would be able to level up without a problem.
Right outside the castle, hundreds of thousands of skeleton warriors were crowding around, trying to rush in.
Kant wanted to capture all of them in one go!
Gather all the troops.
With the current 1,300 heavy cavalry as the main force, they would sweep through the undead that occupied the Oasis Lookout!
As Kant's orders were carried out by Bandake, and very soon, the entire "Drondheim" castle began to move again. Many light infantrymen were given timely treatment and rest. Then, they continued to engage in fierce battles for the next two days.
Of course, rather than saying it was a fierce battle, it was more like a painful massacre.
Groups of skeleton warriors were killed.
The ground was covered with white bones.
The decayed and tattered ancient weapons and ancient armor had been turned into fragments and scattered everywhere.
Outside the entire ramp, there was a layer of bones nearly three-meter-high, which were made of skeletons. As a result, the light infantrymen who stepped on them made creaking sounds.
In these two days, the skeleton warriors of Oasis Lookout had been massacred.
Close to 100,000 skeletons had fallen at the southeast two city gates.
The 1,000 light infantrymen were exhausted, but no one was injured. They continued to squat in their own positions in the urn city. They were so tired that they were gasping for breath. The Germanic swords in their hands were already unsteady.
They were really too tired. Such a cruel and high-frequency battle made their bodies unable to take it.
Their arms were extremely sore.
Their spirits were already quite weak.
Moreover, the linen outer layer on their bodies was tattered like Beggar's clothing.
The mail armor inside was damaged. Some of them were even holding onto their bleeding wounds. There was a hint of fear in their eyes. It was obvious that their morale had reached its limit.
"As expected of the undead."
Kant was still standing at the top of the city wall.
He looked at the light infantry troops that were swaying left and right under the urn city. They no longer had much discipline left, and a deep fear appeared in his eyes. He could not help but say in a deep voice, "As expected of the natural disaster of death..."
"This is the advantage of the undead." Bandake nodded.
The fierce battle for a few days was exhausting.
Although there were many skeletons that died in the battle.
During the intense battle, the stamina, morale, and faith of the light infantrymen had reached their limits.
If Kant were to send these 1,000 light infantrymen into battle, they would definitely suffer even more casualties due to the stamina they had expended and the painful wounds on their bodies.
There would even be a degree of collapse due to the tragic casualties and the unstable formation of the troops.
They were all living people.
They were far from the painless NPC soldiers in the game system.
They had their own emotions, their own thoughts, their own fears, and their own physical and mental limitations.
They could launch a desperate counterattack against the enemy with high morale, but they could also be in low spirits. With an absolute advantage in numbers, they would be defeated by a small number of exceptionally elite enemy soldiers in one blow.
"However, I have the advantage of having a foundation."
Kant's lips curled up slightly.
The war of attrition with the undead might be enough to drag any enemy to death.
But for him, a supreme lord with the entire world as his foundation, playing a war of attrition with him was too laughable. It was simply impossible to achieve!
His thoughts instantly communicated with the system. The dialog box was already floating on Kant's retina.
At the same time, his mind had already given orders to the system.
"Level up..."
"Swadian man-at-arms!"
His patience was over.
