The small town of Geneva in the western suburbs of Chicago, which was previously connected to the ancient canal, is now a station on the train line in the western suburbs of Chicago. The population is quite considerable, and holding various auto shows every year is one of the highlights of the town.

Unfortunately, this small town with green trees and picturesque scenery has now become a demon cave. Fairy-tale cabins live in all the stinky orcs. Except for some of the fighting skills that have been transformed into vampires, the villagers have all become orcs’ food.

The church in the village was also transformed into an altar of Satan, the statue of Jesus was thrown to the ground, and the cross was turned upside down and painted in black.

Bang! The Speaker punched the table in front of the cross, and the candle on the table fell all over the floor, "Why, why every time our plan fails, can a demon hunter stop you?"

The kind face was no longer visible, and the successive failures made the Speaker reveal his nature. He looked at the Deputy Speaker opposite with a gloomy face.

The banshee who appeared in the White House was standing there at this moment. She was one of the three supreme leaders of the Wizard Society, the king of the banshee born and raised in the United States, Ms. Belladona Dacrosa.

Faced with the accusation of distrust, her face was covered with frost. She said without emotion: "It was during the day, and there seemed to be a strange formation in the White House, which suppressed my abilities a lot. In addition, the other party had a prop that could release lightning, so the mission failed."

She was too lazy to tell how low the vampire sent by the Grand Speaker was, and she couldn't even avoid the Demon Hunter's sword. She knew that the current Grand Speaker could not listen to any excuses at all.

Just as the Speaker of the Grand Prix was still preparing to hold Belladona responsible, the church door was opened and Deputy Speaker Edward walked in.

"What's the matter?" It's obvious that the Speaker of the Grand Prix was not very happy with the act of interrupting him.

"The situation of the war has changed, and all the civilians in Chicago have been withdrawn." Deputy Speaker Edward didn't care whether he was happy or not, and the situation of the war is the first priority.

"Oh? What's going on." The Speaker of the Grand Secretary was influenced by the new news and temporarily put down his criticism of Deputy Speaker Belladona. After all, that incident had already happened and nothing he was doing could change the result.

"Since last night, our scouts discovered that the government had begun to evacuate civilians in an orderly manner. By noon today, the whole of Chicago was almost empty, only the brotherhood and some armed forces were still in the city, and began to hunt down our vanguard."

"Oh?!" The Speaker of the Grand Historian thought carefully, and after a while, he raised his head and smiled at the Speaker of the Female Speaker, "It seems that your mission was not completely rewarding. This evacuation should be the reaction of the US government."

After saying that, he turned to Edward again, "Hahaha, those idiots don't know what our ultimate goal is. Evacuation of civilians not only makes them lose their eyes and ears, but also facilitates the development of our troops. Hahaha, the US government has helped us."

"But, can't the heavy weapons of the army be used in this way? For example, missiles or something." The female speaker raised some doubts.

"So what? What is our ultimate goal? Have you forgotten? It doesn't matter how much cannon fodder dies. As long as we can get to that place, all enemies will not be a problem, hahahahahaha." The Speaker turned around, opened his arms to the black cross and laughed loudly, with endless madness in the laughter.

As night fell, all the troops of the Wizards Association were ordered to assemble at the central intersection of Geneva town, and then headed towards Chicago in various types of villagers' vehicles.

The three speakers stood at the top of the church, looking at the bustling scene below, the speaker felt that the hundreds of years of tolerance and management were worth it. A feeling of high spirits arose in his heart. He felt that he had recovered his youth and had the power to subvert a country in his hand.

However, if the old butler Giles was here, he would definitely sneer at this guy's feeling. The old butler who had experienced the British and French wars probably wouldn't even bother to watch the following small scene.

All the troops marched towards Chicago from the ground. Although the town of Geneva was next to an ancient canal, since Alfred's troops were wiped out again, he vowed that he would never attack Chicago by water again. Of course, he did not know that the old Necromancer was now a guest of honor for the Chicago Brotherhood.

The convoy took advantage of the night to the suburbs of Chicago and stopped. Everyone got out of the car and found their own teams according to the tasks assigned before, heading towards the city. Each team was led by several shadow troops. They were the brains of each unit, responsible for the command of the team and contacting the command center.

Although the orcs had a little complaint about Shadow's small physique, they were still quite self-aware. They knew that such a battle was not a good opportunity to show off their power, and there was nothing wrong with having a team leader who could coordinate and cooperate, so they happily accepted their command.

As the responses of each unit in the headset reached its established position, the command post where the Speaker of the Grand Secretary also marked each unit well. When the last unit was in place, the Grand Secretary nodded to the communications corps and began to implement the next plan.

In a public cemetery in the western suburbs of Chicago, thirteen dark shadows quietly appeared here.

A thin figure who was the first to ask in a hoarse voice: "Confirm that you have received the order?"

“Yes, you can start.”

The figure nodded and gave them instructions, "Okay, follow the method I taught you before and sprinkle all the viruses in every cemetery."

The people behind him walked separately, passing by every cemetery, and they used a small bottle in their hands to drip a few drops of unknown liquid into it.

And the thin man was not idle either. He took out a cane from his arms and outlined something on the ground.

Soon, except for the two who had been protecting him, the rest returned to him and stood in a circle around him.

"Okay, please be careful to help me with your vigilance. Even if you lose your life, you must ensure that my casting is not interrupted. If my casting is interrupted, your result will be worse than death. Do you hear it clearly?" After the hoarse voice, everyone else shivered, nodded and dispersed to keep vigilant around.

The thin man saw that everything was ready and began to raise his hands and sing. With the strange syllables in his mouth, a pair of blue light flashed on the cane he held, and accompanied by the blue light, a huge magic circle under his feet began to emerge.

The people in the middle of the magic circle were speaking faster and faster, their voices became louder and louder, and the light of the entire magic circle was getting stronger and stronger. People around them knew that it had reached a critical moment, and this was the time to be the easiest to be discovered and destroyed, and their vigilance was increased to the extreme.

Finally, the mage in the magic circle stopped singing and inserted the staff in his hand to the ground. The entire magic circle also fell into the ground, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Crack, Crack. Some strange sounds sounded throughout the cemetery. Soon, all the tombs changed, and their hands that had rotten or turned into bones stretched out from the tomb. All the corpses were afraid of coming out of their tombs and gathered around the magic circle.

The mage in the magic circle looked at the army of undeads around him and smiled, "This improved version of the zombie virus is quite effective. The agility and power of these undeads have been greatly enhanced. Maybe they can capture Chicago just by themselves. Humph, what's the use of those stinking orcs? Magic can change the world, hahahaha."

This scene was constantly being staged in the cemeteries around Chicago. Unfortunately, due to the insufficient staff of the Brotherhood, they were basically compressed into the city, and they were not discovered and stopped in time.
Chapter completed!