A bright light flashed by, and the dragon species, which was pitch black all over, was almost integrated with the night, raised its long neck, stretched out its head, and looked forward. Soon, two bright beams of light fell from the sky, bombarding heavily on the dark earth, and then the black that enveloped the sky and the earth was dispersed and destroyed. But soon, they danced again to fill the original vacancy, and then, a series of fire and explosions erupted on the fortress wall. Seeing this scene, the night Yalong narrowed his eyes, because she knew very well that she could see an extremely beautiful scroll.

Sure enough, after the series of flashes and explosions, the fortress in the distance seemed to be immersed in the cover of darkness and death again, but in just a blink of an eye, dense flames were endless, sprinkling from the sky like rainstorms. Soon, the earth began to burn, and the darkness twisted again and retreated. But with the explosion of the dark blue soul fire, the Immortal Army moved forward again.

Seeing this scene in front of him, the dark night Yalong shook his head gently and then retracted his gaze. Because there was no need to look at the next battle, the white fish belly appeared on the other end of the horizon. Soon, dawn was approaching, and the fruitless Immortal Legion would evacuate again. After spending a day, the attack continued with the arrival of night. This was not because he had some foreseeable talent, but because this scene had been repeated for more than ten days. This was the case every day. With the arrival of darkness, Curlund led the Immortal Army to attack, and then the group of humans used the Holy Gun to defend, repelling the Immortal Army's attack again and again.

As expected, half an hour after the Dark Night Yalong retracted his gaze, the Immortal Legion, which had originally launched a jiliè attack on the fortress, began to retreat in an orderly manner. With the first ray of light of the sun shining on the earth, the Immortal Legion completely left the protection of the Dragon Soul of Light and returned to their eternal dark night time.

"That's fucking......"

Rhodes stood on the city wall and stared at the battlefield in front of him fiercely. At this moment, all the corpses were blood, and the cold wind could even faintly smell a few stenches. And at this moment, around Rhodes, blood was everywhere on the city wall. After so many days, the city wall was covered with dark and dirty blood, including undead creatures and the blood of living people.

It has been ten days since Curlund let the Immortal Legion launch an attack again. During these ten days, Rhodes will lead his subordinates to fight the Immortal Legion every night. But Rhodes is very clear that Curlund has always retained his strength. He will occasionally change his troops from time to time to match it, as if he was planning to catch himself off guard. But Rhodes knew that it was just because this cunning lich wanted to see if he had other aces to deal with it in the face of all this. I have to say that Curlund does have some means. Since he cannot use scouts to obtain the enemy's intelligence, then let the enemy show the ace.

So, in the past ten days, Rhodes faced various types of troops and attacks of the undead legion. Sometimes it was the frontal attack type of skeleton trolls and ghouls, as well as the airborne tactics of gargoyles, skeleton griffons and bloodsucking, as well as the strengthened attack and invasion of the undead legion. However, facing the attack patterns of these revolving undead legiones, Rhodes responded to changes in the same way. No matter what means the opponent used, he only had one move here. He mainly used the Holy Gun, and then cooperated with the seven.

Love's Fire Elemental Spell was bombarded on a large scale, and the others were responsible for leading soldiers to defend the city walls. Occasionally, small bubble gum would be used to neutralize and offset the opponent's spells. As for the Battle Angel and the Magic Fleet, Rhode was still hiding behind. Although the commander of the Benny Legion and the commander of the Magic Fleet had asked for battle several times, Rhode gritted his teeth and refused to let go. He told the two that their existence was the ultimate trump card for winning the war, and that the little impotence would cause chaos, so they still needed to continue to endure.

Strictly speaking, Rhodes can barely defend himself. Even at the most critical moment, Rhodes did not allow the Battle Angels and the Magic Fleet to appear, and even the 100 new magic cannons he created had not fired once. At most, let Qi Lian use her "Seventh Hell" and "Sulphur River" to fight against the strong attack of the undead creatures.

Rhodes knew very well that both sides were comparing patience now, and whoever had their patience was exhausted first, would definitely fail. Curlund was also really cautious. For ten days, this cunning lich focused on temptation. He lost nearly 30,000 troops, but Rhodes did not show anything that Curlund did not expect. But it was not right to say that Rhodes had lost no money at all.

Although Rhodes set the tone that Holy Gun is responsible for most of the attack and defense, Seven Love and Little Bubble Gum are responsible for the offense and defense. Marlin and others only need to lead others to clear the walls and prevent undead creatures from entering the fortress. However, their losses are still increasing day by day. Until now, the number of people killed has reached nearly a thousand. Rhodes is sure that after the fortress defense ends, his private soldiers will recruit again.

But the problem is not actually here. The most important thing is... under the repeated attacks of the Immortal Legion, they are tired.

This is Rhodes' most troublesome morale, this thing is invisible and intangible, but the impact on the entire battle situation is getting bigger and bigger. The Immortal Legion does not need morale. They can come back again and again after failure, and even if they are completely annihilated, they will not shake. But humans are different, not to mention that the attack time of the Immortal Legion is too anti-human. They all attack at night and rest during the day. Even Rhodes' side has become night owls. It is conceivable that as an ordinary human, they have to force it.

The whole biological clock, and every night, fight to the death for survival, is so great that the soldiers' mental pressure is. The only thing that supports them now is victory after victory and Rhode's prestige. Rhode has to be glad that although the hierarchy is strict in this era, it is not without benefits. At least his subordinates respect their status and identity as commanders, and have not made any trouble with him because of this, otherwise, what might happen.

What Rhodes can do now is to let the spirit masters and war angels take care of the soldiers, use their talented spiritual skills to heal and restore their physical strength, and then use the rich food and reward to inspire and cheer up the morale of his subordinates. But Rhodes knew very well that this was limited.

Thinking of this, Rod looked at Serena not far away. The rising star mage, which was highly anticipated by the Tour de France, had no longer looked as clean as she had originally been. She saw that the girl's smooth head had already condensed into twelves, with mud and blood marks everywhere on her white cheeks. The robe was also black and white. The magic robe that was originally worth a thousand gold now looked like a beggar costume. Serena herself had long disappeared. She half closed her eyes, looked drowsy, and kept yawning. The style of Miss Qianjin had long disappeared without a trace.

War, nothing can make people grow up at the fastest speed. Although the continuous attacks of the Immortal Legion put a lot of pressure on Rhodes, Tokorend's blessing. They also have a deep understanding of the various tactics and understanding of the Immortal Legion. This is the most important asset for Moon. After all, almost no one has experienced the war of the Immortal Legion, and he will not understand the various tactics of the Immortal Legion. And Corend obviously did not expect that he would be used by Rhodes to use it. The various tactics and military combinations he thought about were being thought about.

Duan happened to be the best background for Rhode to teach and demonstrate the characteristics and tactical skills of the Night Country's troops on site. Under the "selfless" dedication and Rhode's theoretical teaching, almost all the soldiers who participated in the battle against undead creatures in the fortress have known everything about the enemies they are about to face. The officer representatives sent from the two legions of the Glory Flag and the Glory Blade also privately told Rhode that they benefited a lot. It is certain that when these people return to their own legions, they will definitely become the most experienced and important figures who know the Undead.

"Miss Serena, Miss Serena?"

"Hmm......Hmm?! Ah. Lord, Lord Lord, is there anything wrong?"

Hearing Rhode's call, Serena did not react at first. Instead, she nodded and responded in a daze as if she was dozing off. Then she seemed to notice something, and raised her head in a daze. After seeing Rhode next to her, the young lady turned slightly red. She hurriedly reached out to sort out her hair, and then looked at Rhode.

"You're already very tired, you should go and have a rest."

"Yes, thank you, Lord Lord, I'm just a little......"

"Oh, Serena, don't be so arrogant. Everyone knows you can't hold on."

At this moment, Frederick also walked over from the side, and his armor was covered with blood. Although he had been fighting for a night, the young knight was at ease. He smiled and looked at his fiancée and looked up and down. When he heard Frederick's words, Serena frowned slightly and rolled her eyes in anger.

"No one regards you as a mute, Frederick. But............... these undead creatures are really tenacious. We have defeated them so many times, and they are still so tenacious..."

"They are not tenacious, they are just brainless, Miss Serena."

Rhode shrugged and spread his hands.

"Okay, I suggest you take a shower and then take a break. After all, we are still busy tonight."

Good logistics is an important condition for maintaining morale. In order to ensure morale, Rhode gritted his teeth and drew some money from his hands to build three hot spring baths in the camp, stronghold and mage tower (of course, men and women are separated) for everyone to use. By drawing underground hot springs in nearby mountains to provide hot water, it is very important for those blood-covered soldiers to enjoy a leisurely and comfortable environment during the battle. In addition, Rhode also recruited many experienced chefs to cook delicious meals for them to ensure everyone's enthusiasm for fighting. It has to be said that this move is still good, but this is also because Rhode is in the fortress. If he had fought with the Immortal Army in the wild, he would have collapsed long ago.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Curlund did not send too many undead attacks every time. Since the first attack was frustrated, Curlund resettled the large army and then used a small group of troops to test it little by little. It was not only testing the other party's hidden ace, but also testing the bottom line that humans can bear.

Several times, Curend felt that he had grasped the range they could bear, but the young lord was really powerful. Even if he was fumbling, he could stabilize and prepare for defense and offense as soon as possible. If possible, Curend hoped to use pressure again and again to completely crush the opponent. Unfortunately, because Rhode's ability to withstand pressure far exceeded his expectations, Curend was forced to make a choice. Until now, he had lost nearly 50,000 people, leaving only a hundred thousand undead army. If he gradually increased the number of people and changed tactics to harass the opponent like before, what would happen? Although the human being was a little embarrassed, his fortress was still held. So, how long could he hold it?

If you lose another 50,000 undead army, what else can you fight in the future?

Curlund fell into deep thought. The fire element had been exhausted. The portal could only withstand ten more jumps. The troops in his hands that could be sacrificed had almost died. The rest were elites. It had heard a lot about Burks and Duran expressing dissatisfaction with their cautious approach. If they were asked to use their respective elites as bait and cannon fodder, the two would definitely not want to.

The skeleton griffins and gargoyles also have varying degrees of loss. If Curlund had a legion of 500,000, then it would have the courage to do so. But now, there is only 100,000 left in the 150,000 army... The other party has no longer shown anything that makes him feel surprised... Is it necessary to continue to test?

The answer, Curlund already had it in his heart, but now, this lich is just looking for a reason to accept this answer.

Thinking of this, Curlund stood up and walked out of the camp. Then, it raised its head, and a huge, dark figure that looked down on the mountain peaks fell into its eyes.

“It’s tonight………”
Chapter completed!