Imperial Crown.

Chapter 126 Skeleton Sea

The sound of drums and horns was like water poured into a boiling oil pan, making the entire main camp boil.

The soldiers who had been leisurely seemed to have turned into a group of ants that had lost their nest. They ran around, shouted, and bumped into each other, not knowing where they were or what to do!
A noble came out of the main camp tent cursing, seemingly wanting to teach the soldier a lesson for "lying about military intelligence." However, when he saw the seemingly endless army of skeletons, he immediately sat down on the ground, opened his mouth wide and screamed, unable to utter a word!
Another noble walked out of the big tent, and when he saw his appearance, he laughed out loud, holding his belly. Then he turned his head and the smile froze on his face.

“Hand of Death——!”

The screams were soon drowned out by the noisy environment. The main camp was finally awakened. The nobles rushed out like headless flies and ran towards their own camps.

Finally, Viscount Morgan walked out of the tent with a red face, supported by his personal guards, and someone put a giant armor tailor-made for him on him.

The guards brought Viscount Morgan's mount, which was a third-level magical beast called the "Two-Horned Nightmare". Although it still looked like a horse, it was three meters tall at the shoulder and five meters long. It had two huge coiled horns on its head, and its black fur looked like a thick fog that could not be blown away in the wind!

Two guards brought the mounting post, and three knights held up Viscount Morgan's buttocks. But even so, he still tried four or five times, until the two-horned nightmare became a little impatient, and he finally sat on it reluctantly.

Raven was standing on the high slope, shaking his head as he watched - what a pity for that monster!

At this moment, a messenger came to Raven's camp: "Baron Raven, Viscount John invites you to come over!"

"I'll be right there." Raven responded, and turned around and said, "Eric, come with me. The rest of you stay where you are and follow my orders at any time!"

Raven rode all the way to Viscount John's camp.

As they had been prepared in advance, the nobles from Xuefeng County had already organized their army.

This time, in addition to bringing 300 Snow Maple Legion soldiers, Viscount John also organized a large group of 500 serf soldiers, which was also the strongest among the many nobles in Snow Maple County.

His Snow Maple Legion is a heavy infantry, all members are equipped with chain mail, and are mainly equipped with heavy weapons such as giant axes and war hammers. The serfs are all ordinary leather armor, and their weapons are long swords and spears. The quality is also very average, and it is enough to highlight one that can be used.

At this time, Viscount John was standing on the high platform, watching the movements of the skeleton army. Judra, Kate, and Romney were also beside him, and their faces did not look very good.

Raven came on stage, greeted these people, and also looked in the direction of the skeleton soldiers.

Even after enduring the first wave of impact, Raven was still deeply shocked by the scene he saw.

Just like a jungle of bones rising from the ground, the army of the Hand of Death advanced forward in a mighty force from three directions. There was no formation, nor was there any need for one. The sheer number of them was enough to overwhelm people!

How many skeletons are there, thirty thousand, fifty thousand, or eighty thousand?
"At least 100,000." Viscount John's face was cold and his voice was heavy: "100,000 skeleton soldiers."

Five times the number of the coalition forces of nobles from the five northwestern counties!
This sentence made the faces of the nobles on the stage even uglier.

In front of us is an endless plain with a wide view. The Skeleton Sea is not moving very fast. Although it is gradually approaching, it will take at least half an hour to advance to the camp.

"We have fought the Hand of Death several times and have learned some lessons." Viscount John's voice remained steady. "The Hand of Death's army may seem to be huge in number, but most of them are ordinary undead summoned at random. They are weak. One serf soldier can deal with two or three."

"This kind of skeleton soldier can be called cannon fodder. The soul fire in their eyes is gray."

Viscount John continued, "Elite Skeletons, we call them first-level Skeleton Soldiers. They can use fighting spirit, their bones are denser and tougher, and their weapons and equipment are more sophisticated."

"The soul fire in the eyes of this kind of skeleton soldier is white. Be careful when you encounter one."

"Then there is the second stage. The undead creatures at this stage include not only skeleton soldiers but also bone cavalry. Their characteristic is the green soul fire."

Hearing this, Judela added: "Undead creatures are not as strong as extraordinary creatures of the same level, but they have no weaknesses except their heads. Unless you are sure that their soul fire has been extinguished, you must not let your guard down."

"There are probably third-level or even fourth-level undead creatures above the second-level." John continued, "It's just that we didn't encounter them in the previous battles. If you find that the soul fire of a skeleton is the wrong color, be careful."

Raven nodded slowly, taking the words to heart.

What Viscount John said was all dry stuff, and there was no inspiring, passionate or generous speech, but it calmed the nobles on the platform. They were no longer immersed in the shock of the sea of ​​skeletons, and began to focus on how to deal with the crisis before them.

"The enemy has too many people and we have too few." Romney analyzed in a low voice: "The best way now is to break through."

Everyone understood what he meant. The so-called "breakout" was to leave those bastards in the main camp here to delay time while he ran away.

But no one responded, not even Raven.

Viscount John shook his head slightly. "Except for Baron Raven's entire cavalry, we are mainly infantry. If we want to escape, we must abandon the baggage. The skeletons know no fatigue, but living people cannot."

"Moreover, if they really escape like this, and the nobles of the five northwestern counties are burned here, what should we do if the Hand of Death continues to advance?"

This was the reason why Raven couldn't escape immediately, and why Viscount John chose to conceal the news. "Damn Morgan!" Kate pounded her fist hard!
More than half of the nobles and elites from the five counties of Snowmaple County, Hippocrates County, Essex County, Hampshire County, and Savery County were concentrated here.

It is because Viscount Morgan relied on his prestige to win over so many nobles, but was unable to unify them, that everyone was forced into this situation!

The most disgusting thing is that the nobles of the five counties now have no intention of fighting. The reason why they have not collapsed yet is simply because no one wants to bear the infamy of "being the first to flee and causing the collapse of the coalition forces"!

"We will march out of the camp and form a battle line in a moment," Viscount John said. "I will be the vanguard, Kate and Romney will be on my left, and Judra and Raven will be on my right."

"There are less than 2,000 of us. What we need to do is to hold them off until someone escapes first, and then we can retreat together!"

"If there is any emergency, I will be the one to cover you!"

John's words were powerful, and all the nobles, including Raven, nodded in acceptance.

This is why Judra, although she clearly desires merit, still follows Viscount John.

In addition to his strong personal strength, the most important thing is that this man carries the glory of the nobility of the old era and values ​​honor more than his own life.

Only half an hour passed in a flash, and less than one-third of the troops were successfully assembled in the main camp, while at this moment, the massive undead soldiers were less than 300 meters away from the camp!

Looking around, there is an almost endless sea of ​​bones.

Gray soul fire burned in the eyes of the skeleton soldiers, and their bones were covered with dust, blood and stains. The weapons in their hands were varied, including rusty swords, knives, shields, hoes, axes, pitchforks and even kitchen knives. Occasionally, a skeleton had a few rags hanging on its body, but most of them had no protection at all.

Among these cannon fodder skeletons, there are elite first-level skeletons. They are covered in heavy armor that is rusty, holding giant swords or battle axes in their hands, and there are white soul flames in their eyes.

Further back, there were skeleton cavalrymen riding on undead horses. Both the knights and horses were wearing armor, with green flames flickering in their eyes, and breathing grayish-white smoke with the smell of death from their mouths and noses. Just standing there, people instinctively began to feel fear.

woo-

The horn sounded, and Viscount Morgan's troops moved!

The team consisted of a total of two thousand people, with six hundred elite soldiers wearing heavy armor in the front and serf soldiers holding various weapons in the rear.

And Viscount Morgan was riding on the back of the double-horned nightmare, his fat body wrapped in special armor, with a battle flag fluttering in the wind behind him!

Viscount Morgan actually took the initiative to charge towards the sea of ​​​​undeads!
There was a hint of surprise in Raven's eyes. With Viscount Morgan's body which was no different from that of an ordinary person, even if he was riding on the back of a third-level magical beast, once he fell into the sea of ​​undead, there would be no possibility of survival at all.

Is he seeking death?

Morgan was indeed seeking death.

He sat on the back of his warhorse and had to rely on the hook on the side of the saddle to barely hold the thick war hammer. He knew his own weakness better than anyone else.

In the great battle thirty years ago, he certainly held his ground, but few people mention the price - more than two-thirds of his soldiers were killed, including his two sons and a nephew.

It was also during that war that his seed of power suffered irreversible damage, his fighting spirit gradually dissipated, and his strength declined day by day.

Originally, Morgan thought he would die in his bed, but then the chaos of the Hand of Death began.

As Sheriff of Hippocrates, he had an obligation to protect the county; and as a war hero, he was naturally thrust into a leadership position.

He doesn't have the ability or the energy.

But he couldn't refuse, because he couldn't give up his own reputation and didn't want to bring shame to his family's reputation because of him!
The reason why Viscount Morgan set up camp here was that he wanted the Hand of Death to take his life. In this way, his heroic name could be spread and more people could realize the horror of the Hand of Death.

But, after more than ten days, the camp became more and more bloated, and the Cult of the Hand of Death was still nowhere to be seen. He could only keep numbing himself with wine.

Now, the time has finally come!

He raised his war hammer high, and roared from his broad chest: "——Charge!!!"

The will to die spread, and Morgan's private soldiers shouted in unison:
"rush--"

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(End of this chapter)