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“A great man once said in my hometown: ‘It doesn’t matter if it’s a black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches mice, it’s a good cat.’”

Although we are mercenaries and don't know much about military rules, we can bring you victory.

As a general, what could be more important than victory?

Agguwen remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke.

"You've convinced me, mercenary."

Throughout the entire process, Agguvin's expression remained largely unchanged.

Just then, the earth suddenly trembled, and a commotion could be faintly heard outside the military camp, as if something was roaring. Then, green flames suddenly burst into flames on the watchtowers along the edge of the camp.

Xu Ming finally noticed that Agraven's expression had changed slightly; his eyes had become even colder, and a heavy killing intent emanated from him.

"Fight for the Queen."

Agguiwen said coldly.

The Death Knights silently drew their swords, holding them high in front of them with both hands.

A silent killing intent permeated the air, and Xu Ming seemed to hear the sound of swords clashing against each other.

Agravivan's title caught his attention.

The Knights of the Round Table would only refer to King Arthur as "My King," and the use of the title "Queen" would likely refer to someone else.

A name immediately popped into Xu Ming's mind—Morgan Lefèvre.

This is Great Britain. Excluding King Arthur, only one woman deserves to be called Queen, and that is King Arthur's own sister, Morgan le Fay.

So, on one side of the war, is it Morgan le Fay who usurped the throne, and on the other side, is it King Arthur and Artoria?

As Xu Ming was pondering, Agguiwen suddenly turned to look at him.

"Mercenary, I'll be watching you. Remember your words."

After saying that, Agguiwen turned and left.

The Death Knights quickly dispersed, each leading their own groups, and left the camp.

The entire process was orderly and efficient, like a machine.

Xu Ming glanced at Agguiwen's retreating figure, lost in thought.

With war imminent, Agraven did not head directly to the battlefield, but instead walked into the military camp.

It seems that Agravan wasn't particularly skilled in combat compared to the other Knights of the Round Table, and this rumor is probably true.

Compared to charging into battle, Agguvin seemed to be better at strategizing, commanding troops, and arranging logistics.

In war, a commander who can lead an army is more important than a brave soldier.

At least that's what Xu Ming thinks.

In any case, Xu Ming and the others have temporarily joined the undead camp.

So he followed the army of the dead out of the camp.

In less than ten minutes, tens of thousands of undead soldiers quickly formed ranks in front of the camp, quietly waiting for the enemy to attack.

Chapter 653 War (Part 1)

Such a highly efficient and formidable army could actually be at a disadvantage.

Xu Ming found it hard to believe.

However, since the system has deployed him here, it won't let him win by simply following the advantaged side. Therefore, it can be inferred that the undead faction led by Agguwen is at a disadvantage.

More information is needed to determine the specifics.

Unfortunately, the spirits around him were not good people to talk to.

High-ranking undead are all taciturn, while low-ranking undead will only obey the orders of high-ranking undead.

The only relatively convenient person to communicate with is probably Aggui himself.

However, judging from his appearance, Xu Ming would probably need to achieve considerable success to pry this guy's mouth open and obtain relevant information.

As Xu Ming was pondering this, the enemy forces appeared.

A disorganized army appeared before Xu Ming.

No, perhaps it can't even be called an army.

A tree-man whose entire body is black and covered with wriggling black vines.

It has two or three heads, its eyes emit a terrifying red light, and its whole body is covered with black pustules that constantly ooze thick pus.

It has a human upper body and a deer lower body, but its entire body is purplish-black, its hair is made of writhing venomous snakes, and its face is full of resentment and malice.

The druid was shrouded in a tattered black robe, exuding an aura of decay and a dark green glow.

A gigantic, deformed bird, covered in bone spurs and spitting venom, flew in the sky.

……

This is a terrifying team composed of all sorts of bizarre mutated creatures, rotting tree people, demonized tree spirits, and fallen druids.

If the undead faction that Xu Ming was in was relatively normal, then the one on the other side was a natural faction that had been completely corrupted and tainted by demonic forces.

Most importantly, the opposing demonic faction is at least three to four times larger than the undead faction.

Before the battle even began, a stench wafted over from the other side; it was the smell of extreme decay.

Without exchanging a single word, the two massive armies swiftly charged at each other the moment they met.

The earth trembled violently, emitting mournful cries.

The skeleton soldiers, wielding swords and shields, maintained their formation and marched in orderly steps toward a rotting treant.

The tree-man lifted the vine and swept it forward.

Whoosh!

Five or six skeleton soldiers were instantly swept into pieces.

The other skeleton soldiers remained unmoved, raising their bone knives and swords and slashing heavily at the corrupted treant.

click!

The bone-like weapon snapped in two when it struck the vines on the treant.

The roots beneath the treant wriggled, and the treant suddenly spun around in place. Its black vines, like whips, swept away the skeleton soldiers surrounding it like trash.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen skeleton soldiers were torn apart on the spot.

Behind the skeleton army, a group of skeleton mages dressed in tattered mage robes and wielding bone staffs released streaks of purplish-black magical energy that landed on the remains of the skeleton soldiers.

Crack! With a strange sound, the skeleton soldier instantly reverted to its original form, stood up again, picked up its sword and continued its tireless and fearless attack on the treant.

puff!

Several mutated creatures, covered in black tumors and resembling wolves, suddenly leaped out from behind the treant. They opened their mouths and spewed bursts of purple poisonous fire at the huddled skeleton soldiers.

The poisonous fire landed on the skeleton soldier, immediately producing a hissing sound, accompanied by a large amount of grayish-white smoke and a foul stench. In just a few seconds, the skeleton soldier was melted into nothingness.

Susu!

Suddenly, the sound of air being torn apart came from the sky, followed by a rain of bone arrows burning with green flames.

The burly treant was instantly riddled with green fire bone arrows, and it was as if gasoline had been poured over it. In just a few breaths, the green flames spread throughout the treant's entire body!

The tree-man waved its vines in vain, trying to extinguish the flames on its body, but the vines burned even more fiercely when they touched the green flames.

The immense pain of being burned caused the tree-man to let out a huge, muffled roar.

Before long, the tree-man was completely engulfed by the green flames and turned into a pool of ashes.

Behind the undead army, a group of skeletons hunched over, carrying quivers and holding longbows made of bone. They drew their bows, nocked arrows, and pointed them directly at the battlefield ahead, the arrowheads burning with green flames.

Just one glance at this flame would send a chill down one's spine, igniting one's very soul; it was extremely vicious.

Just then, clusters of dark green spheres, resembling twisted vines, hurtled from afar and landed right near the skeleton archer.

Bah!

The sphere exploded the moment it hit the ground, releasing a green, viscous aura.

The skeleton archers, upon being touched by these green bodies, melted instantly, as if their bodies had been doused with concentrated acid.

Looking down from above, each vine ball falling into the undead army looked as if someone had scooped a piece out with a green spoon.

The undead quickly reacted, and dozens of catapults assembled from bones were pushed forward by the zombies.

Boom! Boom!

A series of lever-like booming sounds rang out, and many fleshy, ball-like things flew towards the other side.

These fleshy spheres, made from the flesh and blood of some unknown creature, were still dripping blood as they flew and scattered it along the way.

As the ball of flesh landed on the other side, boom! A deafening roar resounded, and blood-red flames shot into the sky, instantly engulfing the nearby mutated creatures and burning them to ashes.

These fleshy spheres were unleashed with an evil and insidious necromancy spell—corpse explosion!

The demonic tree spirit forcefully hurled its black wooden spear at the undead army.

The spears transformed into black lightning bolts, falling from the sky towards the heads of the undead.

Stab it!

The corrupt and decadent demonic energy instantly devoured the surrounding undead, melting them completely until they were no longer visible.

The ethereal banshee of death let out a piercing scream, and visible sound waves swept towards the opposite side like a tsunami.

The mutated creature's head suddenly swelled to two or three times its normal size, then exploded with a loud crack, scattering black, red, and white matter all over the ground.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the mutated creatures fell in droves, like wheat being harvested.

The fallen druids raised their rotting, blackened staffs, from which dark green energy surged forth.

The soil churned, and black vines rose from the ground.

Numerous flower buds sprouted on the vines, and under the influence of magic, they bloomed instantly.

Some flower buds exploded open, releasing large amounts of black and green gas that melted the nearby undead.