Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 362 War

At noon, dark clouds gathered in layers.

Through the hazy air, even the solemn sunlight was tinged with a heavy sense of oppression.

There is a village not far apart.

The village walls are all made of fresh earth.

Inside, ruins were everywhere.

Like a newly sprouted seed, it has been turned into a fake specimen.

It's like a fledgling bird that hasn't fully shed its shell, suddenly solidified in amber.

The vibrant life force remained frozen in that moment.

Outside the village, the dark wasteland was covered with signs of cultivation, but no living things grew on the ground, only some white skeletons missing limbs, wandering aimlessly among them.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

Metal boot soles trod on the road paved with decaying bones, the stench of decay mingling with gray dust, leaving clear footprints on this desolate wasteland devoid of hope.

Hearing the commotion of the living, the swaying skeletons around them awoke with ferocity. Undeterred, they hesitantly charged towards the living with ferocious expressions.

……

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Basic Swordsmanship Experience +13]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Basic Swordsmanship Experience +56]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy, Basic Swordsmanship Experience +17]

……

Once no more skeletons rushed towards him, Yaro stopped and crouched down to examine the broken bones on the ground.

"The bones are grayish-white in color, and they make a crisp sound when tapped. There are also soil particles mixed in the crevices. Most of them are old bones that have been buried for a long time."

Brushing the dust off his clothes, Yaro stood up and summarized:

"There shouldn't be many new deaths, but... where did all the living people go?"

Along the way, Yaro didn't see a single living person, but instead saw more and more skeleton monsters and undead creatures.

"Were they driven to key locations and subjected to a concentrated massacre?"

Thinking of the horrific scene he witnessed last night, Yaro frowned and quickly checked his surroundings, hoping to find traces of survivors evacuating.

Unfortunately, it was still fruitless.

The remaining footsteps were chaotic and disorderly, with no unified direction whatsoever.

After Yaro climbed up a tall, dead tree, and then soared into the sky like a dragonfly skimming the water, he finally obtained useful information.

"The skeletons in the distance are densely packed together, and both their numbers and their gathering movements are abnormal. Let's go take a look; perhaps we can find something."

Even if no living people are found, the experience points gained from such a large number of undead will still be considerable.

……

brush--!

brush--!

brush--!

The skeletal monsters wielding bone knives surged like a tidal wave, their scattered skeletons enough to trigger trypophobia in anyone.

The pale skeleton drew closer and closer... so close that the wear marks on a few teeth in the skeleton's lower jaw could be vaguely seen.

An eerie glint flickered in their dark eye sockets as they greedily stared at the living creature before them.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Thick sweat, rapid breathing, aching muscles... the heart pounded like a booming war drum.

With his remaining arm, the veteran brandished a broken half-sword, shouting hoarsely, "Raise your shields!"

"Splash!"

The dilapidated wooden door, the flat, round rolling board, the woven wooden fence... big and small, they resembled all sorts of things, but none of them looked like a shield.

Meanwhile, the boy holding these "wooden shields" was dressed very sloppily and did not look like a professional warrior.

But at this moment, these young boys held up their comical "shields," their slovenly faces were full of seriousness, and their clear eyes shone with a resolute light; each of them was a determined warrior.

Their shields were comical, but their "weapons"—wooden mallets made of dead wood bound with stones—were even more ridiculous.

But this is not a game.

This is a real war!

"attack!"

As soon as the veteran gave the order, the boys, who were already prepared, pushed outwards with their 'shields' on their sides, their muscles bulging, shouting as they exerted all their strength.

Clap!

The surging skeletons crashed heavily against the dam formed by the 'shield' like ocean waves, with some of the smaller skeletons being squeezed from both sides and collapsing rapidly like building blocks.

"kill!"

The soldiers who followed quickly swung their crudely made stone hammers, mercilessly chopping down one round skull after another.

Bump, bump, bump...

"what!"

A boy let out a piercing scream and quickly fell into the sea of ​​bones.

"Drew!"

The soldier next to him had bloodshot eyes, but there was no time to help.

The splattered blood stained the writhing white bones around him, and in just a moment, the boy disappeared without a trace.

The battle continues.

"Watch your step!"

Soldiers quickly discovered the problem.

It turned out to be those skulls that had been crushed and collapsed earlier, those skulls that had fallen to the ground, which were rolling forward and tearing at the soldiers' feet.

Even after being alerted, the situation did not improve.

The number of humans was too small, and the strength of the skeletons varied. Every now and then, a slightly stronger skeleton monster would break through the shields and hack wildly at the surrounding warriors. As blood splattered onto them, the skeletons' strength gradually increased.

The veteran rushed to the rescue, wielding his broken knife and slashing at the necks of several skeleton monsters in the chaos.

pat!

A headless skeleton can no longer fight.

But this won't kill it either; as long as the skull isn't damaged, these skeletal monsters can reassemble themselves at any time.

The veteran swung his sword with all his might, briefly maintaining the defensive line with his seasoned combat experience, while roaring:

"Back off! Watch out for each other, don't get separated!"

"Back off! Back off!"

The warriors reminded each other to fight and retreat, closely followed by the piles of skeletal monsters, as they crossed a flat area covered with grass, grease, and wood.

"Quick! Light it!"

The tinder fell onto the flat ground, and a fire quickly broke out.

boom!

The raging fire transformed into a wall of flames, billowing black smoke. The intense flames rapidly incinerated large swaths of bones, while the warriors counterattacked simultaneously, swiftly wiping out the approaching skeletons.

*Snap! Snap!*

Under the combined scorching heat of fire and sunlight, the white bones quickly turned black, and large skeletal monsters collapsed rapidly in the flames.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, the young soldier, panting, looked at the veteran:

"Old Man Charles, will this fire be enough to burn all those monsters to death?"

Old Man Charles gripped his broken sword tightly, watching the skull in the flames warily, his weathered face filled with worry.

"Little Hami, those monsters are stupid, but they won't go into the flames on their own. We don't have enough fuel, so we can't burn them all to death yet."

Hami gazed at the sea of ​​bones opposite the wall of fire:

"So what do we do then? Wait until the fire stops, then keep hitting them on the head?"

Old Man Charles glanced at the spirited young men around him, pursed his dry lips, and said in a low voice:

"Your lives are more important. We'll go back, bring fuel, and come back again."

"Don't worry, we'll wipe out these monsters sooner or later, and we'll rebuild our home!"

(End of this chapter)