This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Prohibiting Necromancers from Joining the Battle!

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On the barren land northwest of Rolling Stone Town,

A long dragon-like column winds its way.

Cavalry with warhorses leads the way.

In the middle, there are numerous supplies and wagons.

Following are the garrison, militia, reserves, and temporarily conscripted laborers.

This massive marching scene clearly exceeds the requirement for a thousand people.

But it does not violate the rules.

The war decree stipulates that only registered individuals can participate in the actual battle.

However, it does not specify that only these 1,000 people can handle all transportation, logistics, and other tasks during wartime mobilization.

As a result,

Rolling Stone Town recruited a large number of laborers to provide transportation support.

This not only maximizes the combat effectiveness of the soldiers but also allows for the transport of more war materials.

For example,

In the middle of the formation, covered with thick oilcloth, those ox carts hide four crossbows and a ballista.

And near the crossbows,

There are also numerous iron tools packed on the cart boards.

These iron tools will play a crucial role in the upcoming battle.

Matthew's gaze shifts from the vehicles.

At this moment, he is riding the Crimson Flame Nightmare, roaming on the west side of the convoy.

Looking further west,

A wide river appears on the horizon.

Beyond that river is the Highleaf Territory.

And at the end of the river is their destination, the intricately terrain of the "Mossy Hills."

In the midst of summer, the weather is hot.

The sky over Rolling Stone Town is clear, and soldiers squint their eyes and cover their heads while on the road.

However, after approaching the Mossy Hills,

The heat suddenly eases.

All of this is influenced by the dense clouds above the hills.

Matthew gazes at the thick dark clouds, feeling a bit uneasy.

He quickly moves to the other side of the formation, alongside Zeller and Reaga.

"The weather in the Mossy Hills is likely to be an unexpected factor. If it rains heavily later tonight, the ground will become very muddy, which may affect our travel plans."

Matthew says in a deep voice.

Zeller looks concerned:

"I'm worried this might be the effect of magic."

Matthew shares the same concern.

For certain advanced mages in specific fields, controlling weather is not difficult. However, to influence the weather over such a large area, it would require a veteran in storm or precipitation magic.

Based on their current intelligence,

There is no such figure in the Black Dragon Army in the Highleaf Territory. But if this stormy weather is indeed directed at Rolling Stone Town, it could trigger a series of chain reactions.

They have to handle it cautiously.

"I'll inquire about the situation from Lolan later."

Matthew says.

"What about Richard?"

Zeller responds:

"He is still in Rolling Stone Town, preparing to close the net. Once he finishes dealing with the suspected shapeshifter warlock, he will join us."

Matthew asks:

"Did you find anything while keeping an eye on him?"

Zeller furrows his brows:

"Since you reported his presence to me, I've been monitoring him for 24 hours. It turns out, Thomas is indeed a spy from the Highleaf Territory."

"He contacted a local noble family in the Highleaf Territory, and that family was the first human force to join forces with the Black Dragon Lord. Thomas was sent by the Black Dragon Lord to steal information from Rolling Stone Town. This indicates that Meonogas is not as simple as we thought. His last attack was the result of careful preparation."

"Another suspicious point is that I found Thomas's warlock power comes from a five-colored dragon, but not a black dragon."

Matthew nods:

"The 'Five Dragon Alliance.'"

This term is not unfamiliar. Since that night when Melinda mentioned it, Matthew has secretly investigated.

However, most intelligence channels only revealed a simple name.

Only Roland's underground information revealed more—

It is a giant dragon alliance formed under the will of the Dragon God Brook.

Currently active only in the south.

But with the passage of time, if Dragon God Brook can enhance his infiltration into the mortal realm, the five-colored dragons of the main material plane are likely to unite under his summons.

This situation is definitely not good news for humanity.

The warlocks serving the Black Dragon are powered by a five-colored dragon other than the black one—

This adds a touch of gloom to the already foggy battlefield.

"Don't worry, we are not unprepared."

Matthew encourages:

"In this battle, the Seven Saints Alliance has countless eyes watching here. Even if the five-colored dragons want to make some big news, legendary mages won't allow it."

Zeller smiles helplessly:

"It's fortunate that Rolling Stone Town has you, or else I would have a big question mark about which side the legendary mages are on."

Matthew also smiles.

Zeller's concerns only show that he understands the nature of mages too well.

And indeed,

If Matthew hadn't joined the alliance, Rolling Stone Town would be at a disadvantage in this battle.

"Do you think Meonogas is now checking our intelligence?"

Zeller asks.

Matthew shrugs:

"Unclear, maybe."

"Fortunately, we have also obtained their intelligence. This might be a battle with partially open information."

Speaking of which, Matthew can't help but recall the war simulations they've been conducting frantically in the past few days.

Previously, he obtained the registration list of the Highleaf Territory from Vandar, which roughly recorded the distribution of forces in the Highleaf Territory for this battle—

"Commander: Black Dragon Meonogas;

Deputy Commander: Dragon Priest Devala LV19/Rogue Horns LV17;

Troops: Human soldiers 300 (half of them are mercenaries, and half are human soldiers who surrendered to the Highleaf Territory);

Goblins, Jackals, and others totaling 300;

Bear Goblins 100;

Orcs 200;

Several elite guards of the Black Dragon Lord;

Rogue secret unit of Horns, around 20."

The good news is that almost all of them are infantry.

The bad news is that the advantage of cavalry in most areas of the Mossy Green Hills is not particularly pronounced.

Matthew and his team carefully analyzed this registration list.

Putting aside the Black Dragon Lord himself.

Among them, the elite consists of 100 Bear Goblins and 200 Half-Orcs.

The Bear Goblins are tall and strong, almost like a larger version of ogres, and they are fearless and incredibly strong; the Half-Orcs are also top-notch infantry, and Matthew currently cannot obtain information about their equipment. Considering that the Black Dragon Lord has been looting in the Highleaf Territory, the best equipment is probably given to them, so there shouldn't be much difference.

The Half-Orcs are robust, fierce in battle, and grow stronger with each fight. In close combat, especially in blade-to-blade battles, they have a clear advantage, probably slightly better than the barbarians in the north and trolls.

The rest are just cannon fodder.

Goblins and jackals can only fight under favorable conditions.

The mercenaries and human soldiers hired by the Highleaf Territory may not be willing to fight for the Black Dragon Lord.

Therefore.

As long as they can annihilate the opponent's 300 elites, the hope of winning on the main battlefield will become infinitely large.

No matter how powerful the Black Dragon is, it cannot reverse the situation.

In comparison.

The roster of Rolling Stone Town is more balanced—

"Commander: Reaga

Deputies: Matthew/Zeller/Donovan

Troops: Human cavalry 200 (including knight attendants);

Defense team (infantry 270, archers 30);

Militia and reserves 300;

Breaker Mercenary Corps 121 people;

Special Operations Team 8 people (Lolan, Richard, Li Weiqi, Lumiere, Lela, Obeest, Craig, Samantha);"

Of course.

Balance is one thing.

The real elite is the 200 cavalry and Donovan's Breaker Mercenary Corps.

How much effort the latter is willing to put in is still unknown.

Therefore, the three of them repeatedly deduced three core points about this battle—

"First, the Special Operations Team must distract or even eliminate the Black Dragon Lord as much as possible, at the very least, keeping him away from the main battlefield.

Second, seize the Watchtower Mountain as soon as possible, win in a station mode if possible, or use it as an opportunity to seize the initiative in the further development of the battle.

Third, create conditions for the cavalry to charge on the main battlefield as soon as possible."

These three points are easy to say.

But no one dares to guarantee a hundred percent implementation on the practical level.

Therefore, the three of them have imagined countless possible situations.

Especially Zeller, he wrote more than 3,000 possibilities about the battle scenario, so that they can respond quickly to any situation on the battlefield.

It can be said.

For this war, Rolling Stone Town has spared no effort and made thorough preparations.

According to Reaga:

"If we can't win like this, I might as well go home and breed."

To prevent such a scene.

Reaga's current state is martial and confident.

He rides a good horse with hellish lineage, his armor fits seamlessly, three long spears hang on the horse's back, and a large sword behind him occasionally shimmers with colorful greasy light in the sunlight.

Obviously, it has been coated with various oils in advance this time.

At this moment, Reaga adjusts his horse and approaches.

His expression is serious, but his voice is low:

"I heard you locked up Melinda?"

Matthew looked at him in surprise, then glanced at Zeller, who raised his hands to indicate that he didn't do it.

Matthew had to explain:

"I saw that you guys didn't seem to be on guard against her, so..."

"Well done!"

Reaga said fiercely:

"I'm fed up with that woman, but due to Sivan, I can't personally take action."

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's good if you understand."

"In fact, I plan to release her after the war..."

Unexpectedly, Reaga quickly shook his head:

"No!"

"Don't!"

"She is now the senior magical consultant of Stulock Industries. Releasing her will definitely bring endless troubles. Keep her for a while longer for Sivan's sake!"

Matthew hesitated:

"But private confinement on Blackthorn Mountain costs money."

Reaga waved his hand:

"I'll cover it."

Matthew's eyes lit up, then he looked at him suspiciously:

"Do you still have money?"

Reaga coughed lightly and then whispered to Matthew with a very small voice:

"I still have a small treasury. Since Melinda left, my expenses have greatly reduced over the years, and I've saved quite a bit. It should be enough to keep her for a while, right?!"

Matthew thought so too. After all, he was a prince, and his family background was definitely solid. So, he no longer had any psychological burden:

"About 10,000 gold coins for about a week."

Reaga was surprised.

After a moment.

He hesitated:

"Considering Sivan's sake, let's forget it."

Matthew couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Zeller also showed an expression of speechlessness.

But this little episode did ease the tension between the three.

After a while.

Matthew took out a small jar from his pocket and handed it carefully to Zeller:

"Give it to the archers, but be careful in using it. Don't touch any wounds randomly. For humans, this thing is enough to be fatal."

Zeller took it solemnly:

"Arrow Frog Toxin?"

Matthew nodded. It was the toxin produced by the ability "Gift of the Arrow Frog" obtained from Suya. Accumulated for so long, it's only this much, but the effect is quite amazing. This toxin is absolutely fatal to any medium-sized or smaller creature. Matthew even considered poisoning, but upon careful consideration, the success rate of poisoning is not high. If it fails, it's purely a waste. It's better to give it to the archers to use, at least ensuring a certain level of efficiency.

After that.

The three had their final communication before the battle.

Accompanied by the team gradually approaching the mountainous area in the southern part of the hills.

Matthew rode to the front of the team.

At this time, Silver Serpent Richard had already dealt with the spy warlock, caught up with the team, and greeted him with Reaga.

The high-level adventurers belonging to the Special Operations Team quickly gathered around him.

Lolan took out a short flute and blew gently.

The next second.

Amid the soldiers' astonished gazes, a group of horses, each with a robust physique, clean white mane, and moving like phantoms, ran from the western horizon.

"Phantom Colts."

These magical creatures belonged to the Lorand Covenant, a unique faction.

The Phantom Colts ran three times faster than ordinary horses, possessing the advantages of short sprints and long-distance dashes.

However, it was challenging for ordinary people to earn the friendship of Phantom Colts.

Except for Matthew at the moment, everyone else mounted their horses.

"Let's take the lead!"

Matthew waved to Rhaegar and others.

The special operations team of nine instantly left the formation, swiftly racing towards the mossy hills.

In no time, their figures vanished from everyone's sight.

Noon.

On a small hill about fifty to sixty meters high, a group of people stood proudly.

The Phantom Colts leisurely grazed at the foot of the mountain.

Above their heads, a blue light appeared.

A magic carpet descended slowly.

A middle-aged mage with a pale complexion and a scholarly aura sat above the carpet.

"You arrived quite quickly, but remember not to cross the boundary. Before the formal war begins, none of you can pass this small hill."

The middle-aged mage warned.

Matthew nodded and inquired, "Are you the arbiter for this battle? May I ask for your name?"

The middle-aged mage calmly replied, "During the war, we won't have any meaningful interactions with territory-registered mages, so you don't need to know my name. Just remember my identification number. I am Arbiter 07. In this battle, I hold the deputy arbiter position for Rolling Stone Town. I will truthfully record everything related to the Rolling Stone Town army. Don't attempt bribery, threats, intimidation, or kidnapping. At least one legendary mage is observing each battle, and this one in the Mossy Hills is more special. Currently, over 100 mages are evenly distributed above the hills, observing your every move in invisible form. So, do not think about crossing the boundary! Of course, under the assumption that everything goes according to the rules, you shouldn't feel too much pressure. We are arbitrators and won't interfere with the war itself."

Matthew showed an understanding expression, "So, for now, we just need to wait here, right?"

Arbiter 07 nodded indifferently, "I have verified your identities, and there are no issues compared to the list. Next, I just need to confirm the identities of the upcoming forces."

Matthew politely bowed, "Alright."

"Thank you."

Arbiter 07 didn't say much but rode the magic carpet back into the sky.

Lorand couldn't resist chuckling, "With so many people watching, I feel embarrassed to read adult content."

Lumiere, curious, gazed at the sky, "Over 100 mages up there? Don't they feel hot?"

Craig analyzed, "I guess it's because they all used invisibility spells."

Lumiere looked puzzled, "Units under invisibility aren't affected by heat?"

Craig confidently said, "We feel heat because of the sun. With invisibility, sunlight won't touch them, so they won't feel heat... I think?"

Towards the end of his statement, even he seemed unsure.

He looked at Samantha and Matthew, seeking confirmation.

Samantha pondered, "I can occasionally enter invisibility, but temperature depends on the surrounding environment. It doesn't seem like sunlight matters much."

Matthew, stuck on this peculiar perspective, mused, "Whether units under invisibility are affected by the sun's heat seems to depend on the nature of the invisibility spell..."

He thought while glancing at Richard.

The latter, as an expert in invisibility, simply turned away, seemingly disdainful of participating in this discussion.

In the end, Lorand stepped in to resolve the confusion, "To find the answer, the simplest way is not to think but to act."

He produced a large horn from somewhere, raised it to his mouth, and shouted towards the sky, "Hey~~~!"

"Magicians in the sky!"

"Are you hot~~~~"

Hot~

Hot~

Lorand's shouts echoed in the hills.

A minute passed.

No one answered.

Richard couldn't resist mocking, "Magicians won't bother to respond..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, voices came from a corner of the sky:

"Of course, it's hot!"

"Too hot to bear!"

"If it weren't for the cooling spells on the magic carpets, I'd have dried up long ago!"

"Hanging in the sky on a hot summer afternoon, I feel like I'm turning into a star..."

Complaints from nearby mages resounded one after another.

The previously quiet Mossy Hills suddenly turned into a lively marketplace!

Even though no one showed themselves, the distance of the voices indicated their locations.

Everyone looked up in curiosity.

Lumiere even considered chatting with one of the mages.

But soon, a stern female voice commanded, "Silence!"

The marketplace instantly turned into a library.

Matthew, upon hearing the voice, suddenly revealed a delighted expression.

Soon after, Arbiter 07 swiftly appeared.

He flew to Matthew, looking displeased, and said, "Don't try to get close to the observing mages! Verbal warning this time. If there's a repeat, it will be considered a violation of the rules of engagement!"

Matthew felt a bit irritated. Was it this strict?

He forced a smile, "Apologies, my friends are just very curious about magic, hence the little incident."

Arbiter 07 remained unmoved, "Verbal warning once."

"If there's a recurrence, it will be seen as challenging the rules of engagement!"

Matthew felt a bit displeased, but with the impending war, quarreling with the deputy arbiter was clearly unwise.

So, he sincerely apologized, "It won't happen again next time."

Seeing his cooperative attitude, Arbiter 07's expression softened.

He whispered to Matthew, "Don't engage in borderline activities in front of the public. I understand you want to confirm their positions, but it has already affected the fairness of the battle. I met Lord Eckmonde this morning, and he gave me many valuable suggestions, such as being strict at the beginning to leave a lasting impression on others. After that, I can better cooperate with you. However, my operational space is limited. I can only try to record favorable information for you in written records."

Eckmonde's person again?

Matthew felt complicated but could only express his gratitude verbally.

After bidding farewell to Arbiter 07 once more, Matthew signaled everyone to behave.

At 3 p.m., Matthew, seeing that the time was right, rode Nightmare alone to a piece of land southeast of the hill.

This land was close to the Prospector's Basin, covered with countless sinkholes.

He quickly arrived at a deep cave.

Then, he began to chant loudly.

"Necromancy Summoning!"

As Matthew chanted, one skeleton or zombie after another crawled out of the ground!

Initially, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

As the number of undead around Matthew continued to grow, forming an ocean of the undead, he could sense many eyes upon him. Matthew remained unfazed and continued summoning. As the numbers of skeletons and zombies increased, Judgment 07 couldn't stay silent any longer. He appeared beside Matthew and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? What are you doing?"

Matthew chuckled, "I'm a necromancer. It's on the list. Summoning undead is normal for necromancers, right?"

Judgment 07 hesitated and then looked towards the mysterious hole, "But this quantity is too much."

"With your current summoning scale, according to normal spells, you'd need to establish a negative energy channel to achieve this," Matthew explained.

"Can't it be because my spellcasting skills are outstanding?" Matthew questioned.

Judgment 07 hesitated, then reluctantly said, "Fine, theoretically, the summoned creatures of a necromancer are part of their personal strength. But... I need to make some annotations."

He took out a small notebook and quickly noted, "August 1st, 3 PM. Matthew, the deputy commander of Rolling Stone Town, a necromancer, encountered a large number of corpses in the wilderness. Matthew used necromancy to summon 480 skeletons, 480 zombies, and some ghosts. This part of the undead legion is considered a manifestation of the necromancer's personal strength and does not conflict with the limited numbers on the war registry."

While writing, he deliberately tilted the notebook to the side. Matthew could see clearly.

"Thanks a lot!" Matthew expressed his gratitude warmly.

Judgment 07 waved his hand and flew back into the sky on a magic carpet. Shortly after, Matthew led over a thousand undead towards the mountain. These undead were already prepared in the pit from the graveyard. Summoning this many undead from scratch would have drained Matthew's magical and mental powers. Maintaining such a vast number of undead in action consumed his focus, making it challenging to cast spells above the third level.

Matthew would play more of a behind-the-scenes manipulator in the early stages of the war. Only when necessary would he unleash his full power. At 4 PM, the north side of the hill was filled with a dense crowd of undead. Matthew ordered them to stand by while he took a moment to recover his energy with a high-quality negative energy stone.

After a while, he began chanting a different version of the necromantic summoning spell. In an instant, a massive bone dragon descended from the sky, followed by three more bone dragons. This spectacle alarmed the mages in the sky, and Matthew could hear whispers and pointing. However, he paid no attention and happily greeted Little Fei.

It seemed Little Fei was doing well in the negative energy plane and had recruited another bone dragon companion. The Bone Dragon Legion's growth was imminent. Nevertheless, Judgment 07 couldn't resist intervening again. He urgently asked, "Where did you summon these four bone dragons from?"

"The first one, Philorius, is my summon. The other three are his followers, technically part of my personal strength. I don't recall the Alliance having specific rules against this," Matthew replied.

Judgment 07 felt a bit pressured, "But this way, the actual number of combatants on your side far exceeds the stipulations of the battle."

Matthew reassured, "Don't worry. I'm almost done summoning."

Surprisingly, Judgment 07 exclaimed, "You're summoning more?"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge gray spatial rift appeared on the east side of the small hill. The bone dragon Philorius roared, and a multitude of undead poured out of the negative energy plane—skeletons, zombies, ghosts, mummies, vampires, dark knights, and succubi. Although the latter four were relatively scarce in quantity, their distinguished aura attracted attention. Due to the interdimensional summoning, Little Fei brought only around 500 undead in total, but they were all high-quality specimens collected as a king in the Sixth Ring.

The overall quality matched Matthew's undead, which had special bonuses due to dark life contracts. In an instant, a legion of over 1,500 undead surrounded the small hill. Judgment 07 was completely dumbfounded, "Are you trying to create an undead catastrophe?"

Matthew innocently looked at Judgment 07, "There's nothing wrong with my summoned creatures. Philorius is my close companion, also a king in the negative energy plane. Bringing 500 undead with a king is quite restrained. Is there any rule stating that a necromancer's summoned creatures can't summon more creatures?"

Judgment 07 looked uneasy. Eventually, he sighed and truthfully recorded in his notebook, "4 PM."

"Deputy Commander Matthew of Rolling Stone Town summoned 500 undead to airdrop south of Mossy Green Hills.

Considering that there are no explicit rules in the alliance regulations prohibiting summoners from summoning additional creatures through their summoned beings, Matthew's actions did not violate the rules of war.

Therefore, it was approved."

Immediately after, he hesitated for a moment.

On another page of the feedback collection booklet, he wrote:

"Strongly recommend banning necromancers from participating in the battle!"

The previous recommendation was conspicuously:

"Strongly recommend banning dragons from participating in the battle!"

Matthew, upon completing the writing, sighed:

"I don't know what they are thinking upstairs, creating rules but leaving loopholes. If this continues, besides chasing dragons, major territories will probably witness a surge in chasing necromancers."

Matthew understood his job.

But, in reality, he couldn't care less.

As long as they could win this battle.

The subsequent changes in rules were none of his concern.

After all, anything related to rules would inevitably have loopholes.

This one was sealed, and in the future, he could just find another one.

However, it was evident that Judgment 07 approved it under immense pressure.

Afterwards, he simply stayed on the ground, keeping an eye on Matthew to see what other tricks he had.

However, Matthew remained quiet for the next moments.

He controlled the undead army to stay put.

Until night fell.

Gradually, Rolling Stone Town's troops arrived from the south of the hill.

The first to arrive was, of course, the cavalry.

At first glance, even battle-hardened cavalry would feel some fear at the sight of such a number of undead.

But soon, realizing that these undead wouldn't harm them and would instead become allies to attack the enemy, their mindset adjusted.

The same was true for other soldiers.

Because they had been given a heads-up, combined with Matthew's good personal image, there was only mild chaos when Rolling Stone Town's army arrived, and soon everyone calmed down.

Judgment 07 quickly completed the count.

Finally,

he reported the verification results:

"The preparations for the battle are complete. Rolling Stone Town's army is confirmed, and we can commence the battle!"

The voice of the same woman from earlier echoed in the sky:

"Highleaf's army is also confirmed. Wait until dawn."

So, logistics and civilians started cooking.

After soldiers orderly enjoyed a meal,

the final rest began.

In front of a small mound,

despite having a large crowd,

it was surprisingly quiet.

Most human soldiers were participating in their first battle, inevitably feeling nervous.

However, Reaga and Zeller did not deliberately try to relax them.

Nervousness was necessary.

Only the right amount of tension could bring out stronger combat capabilities.

Like this,

time passed second by second.

At 11:30 at night,

the soldiers reassembled in formation.

As soon as it struck 12,

the voice of the woman in the sky said:

"The first battle of Mossy Green Hills officially begins!"

The next moment,

a sparkling white light shot into the sky.

People squinted to see.

It was Matthew, riding a flying horse, soaring into the sky!

In the darkness of the night,

the flying horse gleamed.

Matthew held a lantern, and its light descended, turning into scattered green dots, guiding the undead in their direction.

Almost simultaneously,

Matthew at the forefront, Reaga in the center, and Zeller at the rear all took out identical scrolls!

After a few seconds,

all units emitted a blue glow.

...

"Notification: You used the Marching Art scroll!

Your army's marching speed +50%;

Stamina consumption -20%!"

...

Matthew didn't hesitate.

Riding the flying horse, he headed north.

The undead army moved ahead, swiftly crossing the hill, heading towards the deeper parts of Mossy Green Hills.

Behind them,

Reaga raised the command sword high:

"Follow the flying horse!"

"Objective, Watchtower Mountain!"

Rolling Stone Town's army quickly caught up.

The civilian volunteers previously enlisted stayed behind.

Silently, they watched the soldiers go with hopeful eyes.

Marching at night was actually a tough job.

Especially in the terrible terrain of Mossy Green Hills.

Fortunately, the thick clouds overhead didn't have time to brew into a storm.

The land, trampled over by the undead, remained relatively firm.

Rolling Stone Town's 2,500 units rushed eagerly.

The originally planned journey of about 5 hours was unexpectedly completed in less than three!

When Matthew, riding the flying horse, led the undead to the highest peak of Watchtower Mountain,

the western slope was pitch black.

Not even the shadow of the Black Dragon Army was seen!

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; at least one of the three core objectives had been achieved!

Matthew immediately ordered the undead to build defenses on the western slope.

Reaga's people also began to ascend the mountain.

The civilian militia pushed carts of iron tools up the hill.

A large amount of war equipment was brought down.

They began hastily setting up defensive fortifications on the mountain!

Until 6 in the morning.

When the defenses on the western slope took shape.

In the sky, Matthew vaguely saw within the thick fog to the west.

A column of densely packed, late-arriving troops.

However, what puzzled Matthew was that,

although this army roughly matched the previously obtained intelligence in terms of quantity and types of troops,

it lacked the most crucial figure—

Black Dragon Lord Meonogas was completely absent!

Doubts arose in Matthew's mind:

"Black Dragon isn't here?"

"Where did he go?"

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