What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

"This is indeed my negligence." Caterina said: "You have convinced me. If I die here, others will indeed be suspicious and think that His Majesty is using me as a scapegoat. But if I admit it myself, the situation will be different. But won't you go with me?"

"I'd better forget it." The adjutant smiled with relief, and then said, "I am a person who covets fame and fortune. Compared to taking the blame for His Majesty in Vienna, it is better for me to die heroically here. Besides, someone must issue the order to deal the final blow to the opponent, right?"

Catalina was silent for a long time, then said: "I have fought alongside you for so long, but I still don't know your family and your full name! Please tell me, so that I can tell everyone in the Holy Roll Empire about what happened here."

"My name is..." The adjutant was about to say something, but in the end he shook his head and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter. There are so many people here, can you remember everyone's name? I believe there are many people like me in the Holy Roll Empire and in Aurora City. There is no need to remember me alone."

"Thank you!" Catalina bowed deeply to her.

The adjutant smiled and said, "Time is running out, please leave."

Catalina saluted the adjutant, then ran in the opposite direction of the hill, surrounded by a team of guards.

At this time, the Undead Army had already rushed up the hill, and the Holy Roel Empire had less than a hundred soldiers left, all crowded in a small makeshift camp!

Just as the undead were about to launch the final attack, the adjutant suddenly shouted.

"ignition!"

boom!!!

A huge explosion resounded throughout the sky above the Soul-Guiding River. Countless corpses of the undead were blown away and fell to the bottom of the hill. Then a huge flame swept across the entire hill. Countless undead wailed and ran around, and soon the flames spread to their companions around them. For a moment, the flames shot up into the sky.

On the Soul-Guiding River, the lonely boat slowly drifted towards the south. When they saw the huge flame, everyone stood up and looked ahead.

Night has completely fallen.

The boat carrying Catalina drifted southwards. It was unknown how long they had been drifting when suddenly a large ship appeared in front of them!

"Commander! This is a ship from the Northern Alliance!" A guard immediately recognized the logo on the side of the ship.

"The Northern Alliance's ships, impossible!" Catalina said thoughtfully, "Didn't the Northern Alliance's coalition forces on the southern front get defeated by City Lord Fran? Why are there still Northern Alliance ships? And why are they heading north at this time! Don't they know what's happening in the north?"

"Commander, what should we do now?"

"Put out the torch and see if we can get away with it without anyone noticing," Catalina said.

Upon hearing this, the guards immediately put out the fire, put down the oars, and tried to get away with it.

However, the opposite happened. The other ship was very alert and spotted them immediately, and then pulled them on board. However, after boarding the ship, the guards immediately showed a hint of joy on their faces, because the crew on the ship were not from the Northern Alliance, but from the city of Orila.

Catalina immediately stepped forward to reveal her identity: "I am Catalina, the commander of the Fifth Legion of the Holy Roel Empire!"

"Captain Catalina!" The other party was stunned for a moment, and then a tall man stood up and said, "I am the deputy commander of the Third Legion of Orila City, Zhu Chongba."

"Nice to meet you." Catalina said, "I see you are heading north! Doesn't Lord Fran know what's happening in the north?"

"We already know." Zhu Chongba said.

"Then... why are you still heading north? That place has been completely occupied by the undead."

"We wanted to see if there were any troops that could be rescued." Zhu Chongba said regretfully, "But seeing that the legion commander is here, I'm afraid it's the Fifth Legion."

After hearing this, the guards behind Catalina sighed heavily.

"How is His Majesty now?" Zhu Chongba asked, "Can we help them?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, your Majesty's First Army should have broken through the encirclement and is evacuating southward along the Soul-Guiding River. If you want to help your Majesty, you can pick them up at the port on the southern line." Catalina said

"There are still troops from Orila City left over there." Zhu Zhongba said, "Um... I have also heard some things about you and Her Majesty Margaret. I don't want to ask too much about the various reasons, but I don't know what Catalina's next plan is. We will definitely help if we can."

"I want to go south and meet up with His Majesty depending on the situation."

"You... still want to meet His Majesty?" Zhu Chongba had obviously heard about Catalina's car turning and knocking Margaret unconscious, but at this time he was too lazy to care, so he said: "In that case, I will leave you a ship and a team of sailors, you just go south."

"Thank you, Commander!" said Catalina.

"By the way, do you know that there are still surviving troops in the north? We still want to search for living people as much as possible, even if the hope is very slim." Zhu Chongba said.

"As for the northern army," Catalina frowned, and then said, "On our side, we only have Duke Tilly. Their troops are all cavalry, and their whereabouts are uncertain. The elves have a high priest named Galannodil, and her troops have been stationed in New Gondolin, a small city built in the style of Gondolin.

Type fortress."

"I understand, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Chapter 177 Search and Rescue

After seeing off Catalina, Zhu Chongba and others continued to head north.

"Commander, do you think there are still people alive in the north?" one of the men asked.

"According to the intelligence we have recently collected, the Undead Army on the east bank of the Soul-Guiding River did not kill them all along the way, but quietly bypassed everyone's eyes and ears and arrived at the main elf base to launch an attack. In order not to alert the enemy, they will definitely not attack the new Gondolin City!" Zhu Chongba said: "The cleanup work will be done by the demons.

There is still hope that Duke Tilly and the elves can survive."

"The elves' base has been destroyed, and the Undead Army will definitely chase and intercept them next!" The subordinate said, "The situation is very critical.

"Yes!" Zhu Zhongba said, "So we have to speed up the progress! But fortunately, the Northern Alliance troops left us so many ships, otherwise we would not dare to march on land."

When the next morning arrived, a charred tree of life appeared in everyone's sight.

This used to be a symbol of the elves' residence and a symbol of miracle. But now it was like a criminal being hung up for public viewing.

Below the Tree of Life was a devastated camp, with charred ruins and mangled corpses everywhere.

"Do you want to go down and see if there are any survivors?" the subordinate asked

Zhu Chongba shook his head and said, "It's not necessary. The army of the undead will not let any living person go."

"Oh, it's so tragic!"

From afar, there were a large number of Northern Alliance soldiers' bodies lying in disorder on the elf camp. These bodies were full of arrows, and most of them were pierced through the skull by a single blow.

They all knew that the head was the weakest part of these undead. Once the head was damaged, the undead could no longer move and would return to death. In addition, they could either break their spine or crush their bodies into several pieces, but neither of these was as convenient as destroying the skull.

When the ship approached, a burning smell instantly came over, and everyone quickly covered their mouths and noses. Countless vultures circled over the battlefield, enjoying a feast. They were probably the happiest creatures in this war.

Zhu Chongba looked around again and found that there were very few elf corpses.

This also means that a large number of dead elves have joined the army of the undead, and the number of their enemies has increased again.

Can the living really win this war?

The port on the south bank of the Soul-Guiding River.

The port was bustling with activity at this time, because almost all the forces of Orila City were stationed here.

Previously, the Northern Alliance used this place as a stronghold and built a large number of ships to prepare for crossing the river. If Fran had not acted decisively and launched a blitzkrieg, capturing this place before the enemy destroyed the ships and seizing so many precious ships, their situation would have become even more passive.

After getting the boat, they used the Soul-Guiding River, a major water artery, to search both banks for any possible survivors.

After this period of continuous searching, a total of more than 4,000 soldiers have been found, including those from the Holy Roel Empire, elves, and various races of the Northern Alliance.

When she thought about how they were still fighting each other a month ago, but now they had to sit under the same roof and share the same hatred for the enemy, Fran had to say that the world was changing too fast.

The reason why Fran tried her best to rescue them was, on the one hand, to show the attitude of the forces behind them, that at least the Vienna Alliance was willing to put aside their temporary hatred and work together to overcome the current crisis. On the other hand, she wanted to learn more about the undead through them.

And through these surviving soldiers, Fran did get a lot of valuable information!

The unknown is the scariest thing in the world.

Therefore, the best way to help soldiers overcome their fear of the undead army is to unveil its mystery.

This undead ghost is not the same as the zombie that Fran knows.

The biggest difference between them is that they are not infectious!

Many survivors were scratched and bitten by the undead, but apart from some skin injuries and common wound infections, they were not seriously injured (although wound infections are also very serious in this world), but at least they did not turn into undead.

This made Fran breathe a sigh of relief.

If the news spreads like zombies, then the civilization of this world will have no chance of success, unless the gods are conscious. Considering the bad things Fran has done, no god would be willing to protect her. She can only go to the Endless Sea to find the island of the Feather Tribe, and then live out her remaining life with them.

In addition to not being able to infect, the combat power of these undead was not that strong. They would just rush forward like mad dogs and swing their weapons. They had no rules when fighting, and would not even protect their heads, which were the most important thing. Of course, because there were too many undead, this was not really a disadvantage.

Speaking of what the undead fear the most, it is fire. These undead are not afraid of swords and knives. Even if there are thousands of spears in front of them, they will still charge forward fearlessly. However, once they sense fire, they will instinctively avoid it, and even cause the fire to spread to other undead around them.

Therefore, the easiest way to deal with them is to use fire! Before this, in order to deal with the elves' sacred tree positions, Orila City had already researched and produced incendiary bombs, which are now just right for dealing with these enemies.

However, the information that worried Fran the most was still not obtained.

That is how big this undead army is.

At first they estimated it to be 200,000, but with continued exploration in various places, this number has doubled and is still increasing.

It was unknown how many bodies Arthas had collected. Some of them were soldiers who died in the battle between the two sides, but more were ordinary civilians.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but clench their fists.

On this day, while Fran was still busy planning the battle, Catherine hurried into the tent and said, "We found Her Highness Margaret!"

"That's great!" Christina stood up happily.

In this situation, Margaret must not get into trouble! The Holy Roll Empire has just been unified not long ago. If Margaret falls, the Holy Roll Empire will fall into disarray again. At this time, Fran urgently needs the help of the Holy Roll Empire to repel this terrifying army of undead.

This is also one of the reasons why Fran and others are still here searching.

"But, her condition may not be very good." Catherine said somewhat sadly: "She looks very depressed."

depressed?

Christina was visibly stunned when she heard this word.

She had seen Margaret in all sorts of moods, but never depressed or frustrated.

Thinking of this, Christina's heart sank to the bottom.

Chapter 178: Tears of the Queen

"How many people are there with Her Majesty Margaret?" Fran asked

"The total number is less than three thousand," said Catherine.

Three thousand people.

Hearing this number, everyone gasped.

You know, there were 40,000 people from the First and Fifth Legions guarding Gondolin and fighting the elves. After continuous reinforcements, there were more than 50,000 people at most! However, only 3,000 people have escaped death.

This is tantamount to total annihilation.

You know, these are all Margaret's elite!

The Second and Third Legions were still in the north, their fate unknown, but judging by the situation, it was not expected to be much better. Only Wallenstein's Fourth Legion was still alive.

But before that, Margaret didn't take the Fifth Legion seriously at all, and even used them as a reserve. Otherwise, Margaret would not have abandoned the previous strategy (to prevent the officers of Orilla City from gaining combat experience) and made an exception to bring Fran to the battlefield to assist Wallenstein. In the final analysis, she didn't regard the Fourth Legion as a

Direct line.

By this calculation, it can be said that all the wealth that Margaret had worked so hard to save for so long was wiped out in one go. It is no wonder that a strong woman like her would be defeated directly.

But if you survive, you will need it!

At least with her around, the precarious Holy Roll Empire can still play a role in the war. Otherwise, the nobles would probably just flee in all directions, leaving the people behind to become the reserve of the undead army.

After more than an hour, Margaret's troops finally arrived in the camp.

This was no longer the invincible First Legion that Fran had remembered. These people were all in rags, supporting each other, with despair in their eyes. If they hadn't seen some soldiers picking up their canteens to drink water, they would have thought this was the vanguard of the undead.

"Your Majesty Margaret! Are you okay?"

Upon seeing this, Fran and others immediately led people to meet them.

"Lord Fran! Wallenstein! Lady Saint!" Seeing these familiar faces, Margaret's eyes immediately lit up. She stood up and said, "Great! I finally see you."

"Your Majesty! Please accept my condolences." Fran quickly helped her to the chair.

"Don't worry..." Margaret raised her head stubbornly and said, "I won't be defeated so easily! I will make them pay with blood!"

However, although Margaret said so, Fran clearly saw that she was trying her best to maintain this pride!

Because from a close distance, Fran clearly saw endless fatigue and deep loss in her eyes. However, because there were still three thousand soldiers who had gone through life and death behind her, she tried her best not to show these emotions.

Fran supported Margaret along the way and carefully came to the camp.

However, just as they arrived at the camp, they saw a woman slowly walking out.

This woman is none other than Katarina, the commander of the Fifth Legion of the Holy Roll Empire.

A few days ago, she came to the port by boat and told Fran all about the battle process of the Fifth Legion. The information that the undead were afraid of fire came from her.

Fran also heard about Catalina's mutiny, but Catalina, the "instigator", kept silent about it. Fran was an outsider and it was not appropriate for her to ask too many questions, so she kept her in the camp, waiting for Margaret's return.