The city of Rizhao is located about half of the center of the Rizhao Wasteland. It takes a whole day to leave the wasteland to go north and three days to go south. The barren land stirs up dark brown dust in the wind, with a strange smell of rust, the smell of blood.
LAN watched the two corpses gradually turning into powder in his incomplete domain, then slowly retracted the domain. Where his eyes met was a dark brown dust explosion.
More enemies.
LAN landed on the city tower, and the soldiers around were cheering for his victory, though the number of the undead had not decreased much.
"Victory must be ours!" Someone shouted loudly, and more chimed in.
"Things don't seem so good!" After all, there are still people who are awake, Lanlan looks at LAN with a weary expression. "Double? Or double?"
LAN looked up at the increasingly clear dust and said heavily, "Four times."
Lanlan stuck out her tongue in astonishment, "I'll hold on for three days at most, and if there are no reinforcements, I'll be ready to withdraw." Though it was a joking expression, it was a very serious tone, "I'll go and get Sister Qing back. We're ready to hold out."
"Three days, if you can hold out for three days, that will be enough, but I have to remind you, this time it's not just high-level skeletons, there are zombies, abyssal knights, and zombie dragons."
"Just three days! I'll hold it no matter what!" Lanlan had made up her mind, and she had quite a plan in her mind. The attitude of the demons was not clear. One group proposed to fight against the undead together with humans in exchange for a suitable settlement, while the other group insisted on joining forces with the undead to completely destroy the other races. Although she was still standing here resisting the undead at the moment, the man who raised her was more inclined to join forces with the undead. At that time, she would have to quit.
LAN looked at LAN LAN's ever-changing expression somewhat unclearly, but he didn't have much energy to investigate the reason. All he was thinking about now was to have a good sleep and regain his energy.
It's a pity that things don't go as planned.
As soon as LAN pushed open the bedroom door, he felt something hidden inside.
"Even at the point of having to 'borrow' someone else's power, the sense is just as sharp!" A faint figure sitting by the window, from transparent to clear, with purple-black hair and scarlet eyes, "How about crimson?"
"Still sleeping." LAN lay down on the bed nonchalantly and replied with no interest at all, completely ignoring the "borrowing" in that unusual tone. "It will take at least a few more days to regain consciousness."
"You're just too harsh..." Reaching out and tugging at LAN's short hair, "How could you get Fei to this point." It was more of a joke than an act of justice.
"We're all men, don't say 'do'." LAN suddenly said solemnly, "Also, Cangzi, if you are bored, there are spirits outside to treat you."
"If you break the 'Order Pact', your brother will really cook me." " The man, who was called Cyan Purple, said with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, "And I ran out secretly. I wouldn't have bothered to deal with you if it weren't for the last feeling of panic that Hime conveyed to me. Hey! Don't sleep!"
"It's natural that he will panic." LAN opened one eye and playfully looked at Cangzi. "How could he think that it's rare for me to harm him and do it so thoroughly?" He yawned again as he spoke.
"Do you think I should report to your brother?" "Cangzi said with a strange smile.
LAN sat up abruptly, staring at the man in front of him, as if judging whether he was just saying this for fun, with a rare ferocity on his face.
"Yo yo! It looks like it's going to eat people." A cynical tone.
LAN suddenly sneered, "You can give it a try and see if Fei regains consciousness first or I 'die' first."
Cangzi was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile, "You lunatic!"
"Humph!" LAN put on a look that you wouldn't dare to measure, and then simply covered his head and fell asleep, ignoring him.
I don't know when the mysterious man, Cangzi, left. When LAN woke up, it was only dawn, but he felt that the whole world had changed. Outside the window was the sound of killing all day long. The sound proved that they were still holding on, but he wondered, it seemed that some undead had entered the city, but why no one had informed him?
What on earth has happened? A little bit of a bad premonition was spreading in my heart.
Stepping out of the door, I ran into the disheveled Huang Yueqing, who, though not seriously injured, looked as if he had been dug out of the mud and dried up, like a Terracotta warrior.
"Apart from something?" LAN couldn't help laughing a little.
"It's all Cangzi's doing!" "The sudden appearance has scared all the horses to the ground, rendering the entire cavalry battalion ineffective, and the transport battalion all retracted into their lair, completely unable to be mobilized. Although nearly half of the enemies have been eliminated, nearly one-third of us have been frightened and are still unconscious and unable to take part in the battle!"
"It wasn't me who asked!" LAN hurriedly distanced himself.
"All right! I know that guy did it on his own!" Huang Yueqing chuckled, "Well, don't worry too much. Because of Cangzi, it's now covered with dust outside. If you go out and stand for a while, you'll probably be like me."
"Well, I'll just go back to sleep..." LAN touched his head and said leisurely.
"I'm the head of your head!" " Huang Yueqing splashed all the dust from his own body onto LAN, but none of it really touched him, "You've slept for two nights and one day, still sleeping! Beware of turning into a pig!"
"Two nights? !" LAN thought he had slept for only one night.
Looking at LAN's somewhat stunned expression, Huang Yueqing couldn't get angry. "Young Master LAN, today we are going to prepare reasons for retreat while resisting, so anyway, even if you don't come out to help today, don't cause us any trouble!" The tone was like that of a child.
LAN nodded seriously, then frowned again, "I always feel like you're mocking me."
I can tell you're not stupid! Huang Yueqing thought to himself with a sly smile, but said, "No!" How dare I!" Then she pushed LAN into the room, and everything about him seemed perfect to her, but every morning when she woke up, her mind would often go blank on many small things.
LAN is the cutest at this time! The sisters often say this around them, but they haven't had much chance to tease him since they followed the Queen.
About half an hour later, the washed-up Emperor Yueqing returned to her battlefield, and LAN was already on the city tower. "Lord LAN, please do keep your promise..." Looking at a purple-black pearl-like light ball in her hand, she prayed sincerely.
The light ball was giving off a black gas. It was left to her by Cangzi before she left, and she was told that if LAN insisted on doing something alone, she should crush it and do as LAN wished.
LAN who suddenly grew stronger, Fei who suddenly disappeared, and Cangzi who suddenly told her to do something...
Huang Yueqing is a clever girl. She knows that something is proceeding in an orderly manner under the intentional or unintentional push of all people, and this matter must be a matter of LAN's life and death, and at least for now, things are not beyond control. She is not worried about LAN's self-sacrifice because she knows that no matter which supreme being, No one would allow LAN to disappear like that.
It was not her trust in the deity, but her trust in LAN, and her faith in LAN's promise of "never leaving".
A white flash flashed before her eyes, followed by LAN LAN's somewhat hoarse voice, "What are you thinking about? So absorbed!" Then he raised his sword and split the zombie warrior beside him in two.
With a jumbled mind, Huang Yueqing realized that he was already standing on the city tower. They had no tools to stop the enemy from climbing up the city wall and could only fight the undead on the wall, but most of the area was still held, and bunkers and tunnels were built inside the city. Even if they held on for two more days, they might not be able to hold out.
"Is it possible for the knights to go out? Lanlan looked down at the dark mass of abyssal knights and asked with concern.
"Let LAN try..." Huang Yueqing sighed, "How dare those horses stand up without three or five days?"
LAN LAN was stunned for a moment, then grabbed a soldier at random, "Go to High Priest LAN and ask him to do his best to make our cavalry operational."
In fact, without her giving an order, LAN was already beside the stable. Meanwhile, beside him, one fine horse after another was struggling to stand up, and some were already impatient to rush out and run wild!
The horsemen, who were worried about their horses, looked at LAN, who had no idea how to reignite the glances of the grizzled horses. "It's a miracle!" The knights said so.
When the soldier found LAN, the entire cavalry regiment was ready to go.
"It's time to go and take a look at our transport unit." LAN glanced around and said, "Wait a moment and tell Qing 'er to charge towards the side of the necromancer. The necromancer can kill them and recreate them, but if the necromancer dies, it will take at least twenty years to train another one."
Several men who looked like squad leaders echoed "Yes."
LAN did not check on the birds that could not fly, because they no longer needed to carry food to the town. And the remaining food was just enough for them to break through and hold out for three days, enough for them to use. LAN just asked the team that was out on a mission and not affected by the purple dragon might to carry the birdcages to the next city.
He explained, "I'm running out of power and I can hold out a bit when everyone is retreating, so I don't want to do any more unnecessary consumption."
Then LAN went to see the Pope, the old man who was said to be seriously wounded and recovering.
With a gentle knock on the door, LAN went straight in. Standing at the door, he already knew that the Pope was conscious. Knocking was just a courtesy to remind those inside that someone was coming in.
The old man, who was already aged, looked even more so now. His wrinkled face was pale and dispirited, and his splendid nightgown was open, revealing the bandages on his chest, red and white interlaced.
Seeing that the person who came in was LAN, the Pope smiled with relief, his wrinkles smoothed out, looking very kind. "How's it going outside?"
"The city is still there," he said. LAN said indifferently, and sat down on the edge of the bed at the old man's gesture, "Your injury..."
"I'm getting old and my reaction is slow." The Pope smiled faintly, "I'm already several hundred years old. Every extra day I live is a gain. There's nothing to regret."
"But..."
"I know." Interrupting LAN, "This is a time when the undead are rampant, and this war can't drag on any longer. If I die now, it would seem too selfish, but who can control life or death?"
"Life and death are the natural norm. Even God cannot control it, let alone man." LAN said understandingly, "But this is an extraordinary time. It's better to fight hard than to let things take their course."
The Pope looked at LAN in surprise.
"I do not want to force you," LAN placed a black dagger in the Pope's hand, "each time you stab yourself with this dagger, you will gain a certain amount of life force at the cost that your consciousness will be weakened a little, and excessive use will cause your mind to stop, that is what we call dementia, then sleep, and finally not wake up until death."
"What does it matter to go to hell?" The Pope clenched the dagger. "If I go to hell in exchange for the retreat of the dead, I don't think hell is really that dreadful."
LAN smiled gently, "I hope to see you when I retreat tomorrow." With that, he rose, bowed, and went out.
The sky and the earth, as far as the eye could see, there was a layer of red mist, and the air was filled with the smell of rust, which was so strong that it made one want to retch. LAN leapt onto the roof, stretched out his right hand towards the sky, and suddenly a little glowing red light shone brightly, and a snow-white little bird swooped down from the air and landed on his fingertip. LAN untied the creed tied to the bird's leg.
There was only one line on the note, but LAN wore a look of horror.