Chapter 339

The pattering rain fell, but after tens of minutes, it turned into a downpour. This was a weather neither the attackers nor the defenders wanted to encounter, but generally speaking, the undead had the upper hand.

For the siege party, the reinforcements that may arrive will come later, and the siege soldiers will also be affected by the heavy rain, but in fact the impact is not great.

For the city defenders, it is undoubtedly an even more disgusting weather. If it is raining so much, if it is an ordinary siege party, it should be a short rest. After all, the weather is still a bit cold now. Even a strong man in his prime can't afford to sweat and get a little cold during the activity, and it is entirely possible for a weak person to suffer a serious illness.

Even just the coldness of the heavy rain and the discomfort caused by the lack of vision had a serious impact on the morale of the humans.

The most basic common sense for battlefield commanders is to march or fight in the wet and heavy rain unless it is absolutely necessary. Otherwise, not only will the combat power at that time be severely reduced, but the post-war processing will become very, very troublesome, and the overall combat power will also suffer. Great reduction.

Compared with the living who are restricted by the environment, the dead undead are much better.

The undead will not get sick. Although they will hate the heavy rain that wets their weapons and affects their vision, their movements will be slowed down because of this. Maybe they will look for their eyes and teeth that have been washed away in the ditches on the ground , but it will not be unable to fight due to heavy rain.

"Damn it, how long will this rain last?"

I'm not bothered by the fact that the battle will be difficult. To me, as long as the final result is acceptable, the process is not important.

My strength and that of my subordinates are limited, and we are not and do not intend to be all-inclusive nanny. Now that those contracted heroes have the consciousness to pay in exchange for gains. Naturally, one must also have the awareness to die in battle. I didn't intend to interfere much... In fact, it is impossible to interfere. After all, there are countless battlefields in this world, and future wars will gradually escalate. After a certain period of time, even demigods can be wholesaled. Taking care, even if you are exhausted, there is nothing you can do.

Since it is expected that this group of "children of the planes" and "candidate brave men" can grow up quickly, they should not interfere too much. The real strong must fight through life and death. Unless it is an inevitable end, I don't intend to intervene in this war.

And the reason why they came was because of Samantha and the others' entrustment, and the reason why they started to reduce the strength of the undead was just to do an experiment...

"Roland, do you know that a man looks ugly when he looks arrogant..."

The dead cat's complaints were ignored, and I wouldn't be so cocky as to take the initiative to be a nanny for a kid.

What bothers me now is that the heavy rain interrupted my experimental plan. It made me even more upset.

"...Is there a way to dispel the rain and fog?"

"No, I'm not an Archdruid. They are good at manipulating the weather. Don't you have a Storm Eagle under your command? Let him try."

Although it was the expected answer, it was still very disappointing.

As long as there is preparation, mages are indeed omnipotent, but the premise is that there must be sufficient preparations. At least I know that the mages of the cloud tower have the ability to control the weather around the city, but they must be helped by auxiliary facilities and mage towers. Weather-related super-range spells are also a big category of forbidden spells, but at least they require a demigod mage and enough casting time.

But Heloise is still just a gold-rank mage (a magic pet can't surpass its master), even if there is any means, it can't be used without basic strength, but it's rare to catch her pain, I won't let her go of.

"Cut, it's really useless. You mean Storm Eagle? Let alone he has already gone to the capital of Bayer. Even if he is there, a legendary druid can't do anything about this situation."

"Hmph, it's not that you are useless to drag me down. Then, let's start the 'war' in advance."

"Wouldn't that be a premature baby? I still expect it to be able to obtain enough soul nutrition in the war, no!"

"...You should also have the means to change the weather."

"Yes, it is still possible to turn a heavy rainstorm into a snowstorm. Maybe the heavy snow in spring can still make headlines, but what should we do after that? It depends on who freezes to death first? I think among all species, there is no one who does not eat or drink. Pain-sensing undead will definitely win the race for survival."

Well, one person, one cat staring wide-eyed, it has been confirmed, and it seems that there is no way to reverse the situation.

"boom!"

Suddenly a thunderstorm sounded, but the strange thing was that the origin was on the ground, and a thunderstorm that shot from the ground to the sky penetrated the dark clouds.

"boom!"

After the continuous explosions, there was thunder and lightning, but then, after the vibration of the distance, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and everything returned to calm.

This is clearly an unnatural result, but...

"It's strange, isn't that the camp of the undead? Some undead bosses have expelled the dark clouds? They are looking for their own death."

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Although it is the general headquarters of the undead army, it is still just some temporary low-level psychic towers. In the messy camp, there is a two-story white small bungalow that is particularly attractive. There are flowers and plants, and servants are serving.

Ince was patiently arranging the flowers and plants, and when Hallett was still maintaining the posture of throwing the spear, it seemed that he was eager to try again, but the real owner here broke into the door.

"You two adults! You are..."

Although he deliberately kept his tone calm, the old faces of the ghouls were entangled together. At this moment, he was really annoyed to the extreme.

It's no wonder why he was so angry. With a bad card in his hand, he finally met a god-given opportunity, but was directly destroyed by the people on his side. Even a saint would break the precept in anger, not to mention that he was definitely not The good man's undead prince.

But the hand that was pulled out was placed halfway. It's not that he didn't want to get angry, but that he couldn't do anything about it.

The two titans are just the embodiment of will, similar to the embodiment of divine power of gods. The power they can exert is limited, but the weakest demigod is also the bottleneck of the world. Don't talk about Maharaja David. There is no certainty of victory for another undead emperor. If the elemental tide rises and the bottleneck is raised again, no one can tell how powerful the Titan will be and how far it can achieve on the main plane, except those old guys from ancient times.

For the victory of this war, in order to gain the trust and favor of the undead emperors, he bet everything. These days, they even spared no expense to greet these two ultimate "aces".

Tired of marching? Okay, let's carry it in a sedan chair. Do you think the undead smell bad? Let's grab a few humans and lift them up. What? Don't dirty males? All right, let's get the young woman.

Think your house is messy? Alright, alchemists and mages are dispatched, death knights are coolies, high-level earth-specialized liches are masons, and hundreds-year-old artists are chief designers. There is both a warm pastoral style and a modern minimalist art style. It is simply a perfect work of art, which comes with the bungalow. There is also a hundred-year-old housekeeper from a certain royal family, a team of banshee servants (possessed elves), a skeleton violinist (the undead lord, the art master of the year), and a gardener.

Too noisy around? Okay, let our army get out of the way, give you two room to make room, and specially built a soundproof wall.

And lack of vitality? Well, the army of undead mobilized and finally caught some ferocious beasts (only one silver lion remained, which became Hallett's pet), and planted flowers and plants around the house, and did a good job of greening and cleaning... An evil undead that the living talk about? Where did this ace servant come from?

"This is not a foreign aid asking for help, it is simply inviting two fathers."

But at this point, Dawei knew that even his father could only bear it. He had no way out, and there was an abyss behind him.

"You, you... two adults, what do you mean by this? Could it be that Dawei didn't take good care of him? Did the two adults feel dissatisfied?"

He tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and finally turned it into a calmer question, but when it came to the last few words, he still couldn't hold back the tone, and the question turned into a question, and his dissatisfaction was beyond words.

"flower."

"flower?"

"Sure enough, it's a stupid undead. According to Brother Ince, the rain covered the sun, and the flowers couldn't even bloom."

"##￥...&."

If one had to use words to describe Dawei's mood at the moment, probably he could only use this string of garbled characters. At that moment, inexplicable grievances converged in his pupils. It is too miserable for an undead lord to be in this state. , if he still has lacrimal glands, he must have cried out.

He has vaguely seen his own future. Perhaps, in the end, he can still be remembered in the annals of history, but not as the heir to Esso and the wise man he dreamed of, but as the stupidest undead king who will be stigmatized for thousands of years. Born from a low-level ghost, he exhausted his mind and struggled for thousands of years, but in the end, he only got this ending.

But Hallett walked over with a smile and patted the old ghost on the shoulder.

"We're tired of staying outside too, and it's time to leave. By the way, I'll keep this house and find two dragons to drag it around. Maybe I'll use it when we meet next time..."

At this moment, all the five sense organs of the old demon were distorted together. He had never hated a person so much. He roared and swore in his heart, but he was also hesitating whether to hug his thigh and beg the other party to stay, this was already the last It's a lifesaver!

In the end, it seemed that he played too hard on the opponent, and even that Ince couldn't stand it anymore.

"...Isn't it just a few little things? Before we leave, we will level the city."

"Brother Yin Si is soft-hearted, heh, lowly undead, if you still dare to deceive the descendants of the earth next time, let us be your thugs, maybe before destroying you and your army, we will let you taste what is called The wrath of the titans will make you howl in hell for thousands of years."

The soft-spoken narration finally turned into a roar of thunder. Surrounded by thunder, the giant thunder returned to the world, but the eyes full of thunder had already set their sights on the city of oak not far away.

"Little things, come and play with me."

But at this time, the ghost lord had already fallen to the ground, and he couldn't bear the change from great grief to great joy. At this moment, he was lying on the ground like a ghoul of the same kind, sticking out his tongue and breathing. The image of wisdom accumulated over the years is destroyed.

The big man also has great wisdom. Compared with the Titans who have accumulated at least tens of thousands of years, the old undead can only be regarded as an amateur player. Only then did he know that the two Titans have been teasing him from the beginning to the end, and all his scheming has probably been taken away. It was taken as a joke, and the so-called undead closest to Esso was probably just a joke.

But seeing the super giant that reached the Tianzhu, in his mind, it was basically invincible and absolute combat power, he was also slightly relieved.

"At least, Oak Town can be destroyed, and you can make a mission to the Undead Emperor." (To be continued..) ()