The night is rich, the blurred night covers the earth, and the land of Lordaeron is pitch black.

The full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth. The blurred night is like a hazy smoke, covering the plain that stretches for thousands of miles. The moon is as bright as a simplicity, the cold is condensed with dew, like a curtain of clear and distant dreams,

Standing on the wall of Greymann, the clear and clear moonlight poured down like soft water, and the clear light flowed, and the meaning was peaceful. Unfortunately, outside the wall of Greymann, the infinite figures covered by the night destroyed this part of tranquility and peace, and strange movements kept coming from outside the wall.

The lights on the wall of Greymann are brightly lit, and the magic lighting tools illuminate the wall of Greymann as daytime. Not only is the wall of Greymann, but also a hundred meters ahead of the wall of Greymann. This battle is the battle of national destiny for Greymann. Whether it is win or lose, it is a major event that affects the entire eastern kingdom. If it is defeated, Greymann will become history and lose the barrier of Greymann Wall. At that time, Greymann will be flat and there will be no obstacles. The army of undead can reach the main city of Greymann in a few days.

Victory, Gilness is so powerful that the world is full of 300,000 undead troops will become stepping stones for Gilness. By then, with the reputation of a big victory, he will call for the reorganization of the alliance. This is the general trend and no one can stop it.

The old saying is very correct. Crisis is also an opportunity, and opportunities are also a crisis.

The two complement each other, and no one can leave each other. It depends on your ability and whether you can turn a crisis into an opportunity.

The sound of flames burning constantly came out. There were not only magic lighting tools on the Wall of Greymann, but also burning braziers, illuminating every corner. There was no blind spot on the Wall of Greymann.

The cold wind kept blowing in the night, and hair kept drifting with the wind. Rex and Kelthas stood side by side. Staring at the army of undead under the wall of Gremneman, the sound of footsteps came out. A handsome man, fully armed, pressed his weapon in his hand, strode to Rex, and said in a low tone to Rex's ear; "Marson, 50,000 reinforcements have arrived,"

"I haven't encountered resistance, Ulysses," Rex's tone was very plain.

"How could there be no, those damn Eastern lords, but they were very reluctant, but after Rona led the five thousand cavalry around, they were all happy," Ulysses had no favoritism for the Eastern lord. Ulysses was different from Vincent. Vincent was cunning and always showed his sleek side, and he always had a flag. This was not a praising word. It was a derogatory word, a flag that would pour to the wind wherever it blows.

Before things are defined, we never express our opinions. Every time Vincent makes his statement, it is time that things have been decided. This is not to say that Vincent's words are important, but Vincent has always understood the meaning of King Gene. Therefore, Vincent does not have much conflict with the Eastern Lords, but Ulysses is different. It is in the youthful and prosperous era. In recent times, the Eastern Lord's proposal and the strategy of closing the Wall of Greymann have aroused the disgust of many people with a sense of justice. Ulysses is one of them.

So when you have the chance, Ulysses didn't mind giving the Eastern Lord a few words of eye drops.

"At this time they can only give me happiness," Rex's eyes flashed with a cold light. This battle was related to Gilness's life and death. Rex did not allow any unexpected situations. It was probably not enough at first. I thought it was a partial division, so Rex could tolerate it. These lords did not send the most elite guards, but the current situation had already developed into the battle of national destiny, and Rex had to concentrate all his troops.

The troops of every lord must be exhausted. If anyone dares to have some thoughts, Rex will not mind destroying him. Usually, Rex is still a little afraid, but now the army is gathering in the Wall of Greymann, and they can no longer make waves.

"The undead is about to be ready to attack the city," a pleasant voice sounded like a yellow oriole. Rex, who was whispering to Ulysses, glanced at Sylvanas who was talking, then retracted his gaze and looked at the army of undead outside the city. As Sylvanas said, as countless black figures trembled, the siege equipment began to be pushed by the miscellaneous, various garbage, and hatred of sewing marks, slowly approaching the Wall of Greymann.

Don't watch hatred keep shaking your body, as if you are about to fall down at any time, but your steps are very steady.

The dead are a group of walking dead who are tired, painless, have no feelings, and are not afraid. They are only killing and eating desires.

The perfect killing machine, to be strict, is that they are even more perfect minions than orcs. After the troops arrived at the city, they immediately began to prepare for the siege without any delay.

Looking at the skeletons that began to rush towards the Greymann Wall like a tide, and the ghoul wrapped in a layer of flesh, Rex clearly felt that some soldiers standing near him were extremely depressed and fearful in his face.

Among Gilness, the only ones who are truly elite are the Knights of the Round Table and the Royal Guard. Even if they are trained strictly, they cannot be considered elite. Because in the past, only these two armies have experienced the baptism of war. They have undergone transformation and completed the evolution of grass birds to veterans. For a veteran on the battlefield, they are fearless. When they set foot on the battlefield, they have already put life and death aside. They don’t care who their enemies are. All they have to do is to cut the weapons in their hands through the enemy’s chest and kill the other party.

However, these new recruits who have not experienced the war are under pressure in the face of war, and this time the enemy is not a living person. The undead can easily make people fear. Even the orcs are alive, with blood, flesh, pain and fatigue.

But the undead are different. They are transformed by living people. Everyone knows this. Facing them, a faint fear in their hearts is generated by subconscious instinct and cannot be suppressed.

The soldiers near Rex were trained by Rex. They had already integrated infantry spirits, but even so, they were afraid when facing the army of undead. The current state of those soldiers who did not integrate infantry spirits can be imagined.

In the last two years or so, Rex began to recruit infantry heroes and then began to merge. However, even so, there were not many soldiers who could truly accommodate infantry heroes. Rex's financial resources were limited, and the price of an infantry hero was not cheap. Tens of thousands of troops required hundreds of thousands of gold coins. Rex could not afford this expense.

So only a small part of them merged with infantry heroes, most of which were only stricter in training. Not to mention the army of the major lords today, their performance would be even worse. They were just a group of mobs. Those who came to make up the number of people, Rex just regarded them as coolies and did not expect them to exert much combat power.

Ugly bat-like gargoyles, countless zombies roaring wildly, ghouls, rotten hatreds, hideous crypt demons, overwhelming and boundless!

The tide surged towards the Wall of Greymann. As the saying goes, more than 10,000 soldiers are boundless. In the current army of undead, there are 300,000, and even more endless. As long as the light can shine, there are the figures of undead.

Faced with the sluggish morale of the army, these guys who had never seen blood had instinctive fear in their hearts. Rex could not blame them. This was instinctive fear. Only after the training of blood and fire could they overcome this. So Rex stood up at this time and stared at the undead army under the wall of Gremneman. Rex's eyes began to search, and soon a lonely figure riding a mount appeared in Rex's eyes.

The mount of this knight is a death war horse, and it emits a breath of death, echoing the knight riding on it. The two complement each other and increase each other. The death war horse is fully covered with clothes, and most of its body is wrapped in armor and saddles.

The man on his body was not a human being, but a green orc. Even though he became a Death Knight, his green color began to become lighter, but from the exposed pale face, the traces of green can still be seen, Scott.

Rex has recognized the identity of this Death Knight, who is the commander of this undead army, the Death Knight Scott.

"Scott!"

Faced with the endless army of undead, Rex was fearless and suddenly shouted loudly with all his strength. At this time, the coalition soldiers with low morale fought. As the fear gradually deepened, the coalition forces were vulnerable, and the Death Knight's eyes condensed on Rex from a distance.

"Come up and die,"

"This time you won't escape from my hands like the first two times,"

Accompanied by this loud shout like a big bell, the content of the words made the coalition army have some sluggish morale, and it rose rapidly, with a firm face and tightly grasping the weapons in its hand. At this moment, the coalition soldiers extinguished the flames of panic in their minds. The head coach of the enemy was the defeated general of His Highness the Prince, and there was nothing to be afraid of.
Chapter completed!