Tower Defense Lord, random Wishing Tower at the start of the game.

Chapter 131 Gryphon Riders, Decapitation Operation!

Chapter 131 Gryphon Riders, Decapitation Operation!

Field's Undead Catastrophe.

Even in the memories of the gods, it was extremely terrifying.

The endless, ever-rising spirits of the dead are the nightmare of all living beings.

Back then, in the forbidden land of the Central Plains.

It is unknown how many temples were destroyed.

And countless more lives were lost.

Wherever this undead force goes, even the gods must avoid its sharp edge.

It wasn't until after several battles between the gods that this rampaging undead force was finally destroyed.

Legend has it that during a war in the forbidden land of the Central Plains...

The gods trapped them with a magic circle and burned them with divine fire, turning all the dead into ashes.

From that era onward, these spirits never appeared again.

Later, some undead also wandered around, but they were only regarded as remnants and were not as terrible as the Field Undead Catastrophe.

Undead that cannot be resurrected immediately are not considered natural disasters at all.

But now.

Ximeng saw those ghosts coming towards her, the dead who kept coming back to life.

His eyes were filled with fear.

This is a calamity that can even slay gods.

"Your Excellency, we..."

Just as Simon was considering retreating.

Duke Ironbone stepped forward.

He was holding a battle axe in his hand.

Are you scared?

"This is Field's ghost..."

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"We~"

Simon said fearfully.

Duke Ironbone shook his head.

"No, they are not. They are the undead of the Field Scourge, who become stronger by one level with each death."

"The ones who can slay gods are the endless demigods."

"But look at them, their strength drops by one level after each death."

"It's just a fake natural disaster."

The Ironbone Duke's words jolted Simon out of his fear.

He lost his judgment because he saw the undead constantly resurrecting.

Let's look at it again now.

Indeed, as the Duke of Ironbone said.

Although these undead can be resurrected quickly, their strength is diminished.

It wasn't as terrifying as the rumored Field Undead Catastrophe.

I immediately felt relieved.

"Your Mightiness."

"If it weren't for your reminder, I'm afraid I would have..."

In response, Duke Ironbone raised his hand.

"You are the commander on the front lines."

"When the enemy attacks, trying to escape is fatal."

"Now!"

"Simon, I'm giving you a chance to defeat your enemy and overcome the fear in your heart."

Simon raised his chest.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Simon mounted his steed and pointed at the undead knight.

Centaur.

"roar."

"Smash them!"

"kill!"

The ground shook, and the orcs surged out like a tidal wave.

On this plain.

The cavalry clashed with each other.

The most brutal final battle has begun.

At this moment, neither side had any way out.

"Da da da~"

Orc scout cavalry were deployed around the main army.

Be wary of any target that dares to approach.

"Boss."

"Safety."

"A centaur shouted."

The orc cavalry here consists of two main parts.

One is wolf riders, and the other is centaurs.

The wolf riders were primarily responsible for reconnaissance.

It is currently positioned in front.

Centaurs are divided into lightly armed and heavily armed groups.

The lightly armed centaurs primarily relied on mounted archery, with a large number of elven archers positioned in front of them.

The lightly armed centaurs were positioned at the rear as scouts.

Heavy centaurs are covered in leather armor and wield heavy weapons such as heavy axes for close combat.

They are mainly positioned at the front to intercept the undead knights.

Compared to the heavily armored centaurs.

Lightly equipped centaurs run faster and are better at serving as sentry posts.

Centaurs, on the other hand, live in tribes.

A region, primarily inhabited by a tribe of centaurs.

Ten and a half centaurs form a squad responsible for scouting the surrounding environment.

At this moment, the small team was scouting and keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.

However, they didn't take it too seriously.

They patrolled for a long time.

No target was found at all.

"Um."

The centaur, serving as the squad leader, held a blade of grass in his mouth and gazed into the distance.

there.

It is the front line of the battlefield.

"Maybe we'll be transferred there."

He began to speak.

The centaur beside him lit up upon hearing this.

"The tribe is running out of food."

"If we can become the main force this time, we can get a lot of food."

The centaurs did not fare well; resources were distributed among the orcs based on strength.

Those with weaker abilities will naturally receive fewer points.

"Hmm, hopefully soon. If we stay in the rear and don't earn any merit, many of the little brats will starve to death this year."

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He murmured to himself.

Just then.

An arrow suddenly appeared.

Before the centaur leader could finish speaking, he was struck by an arrow.

He turned his head in surprise.

The next moment, even more arrows flew over.

The centaur was riddled with bullets.

Until their deaths, the centaur never discovered where the enemy came from.

Before he died, he had only one thought.

wrong.

This is the heartland; where are the outer guard cavalry?

The answer is simple.

They're all dead.

The gryphon riders soared through the sky.

The ground forces consisted of a mixed legion of paladins and wolf riders.

"Sylvie".

"Reconnaissance."

"I need to know the current situation on the front lines."

Antonia shouted.

Sylvie, mid-air, tugged at the elven dragon beneath her.

In a flash, it disappeared from the spot.

The greatest advantage of the Fairy Dragon is its mobility.

It can complete reconnaissance at an extremely fast speed.

And it is very difficult for the enemy to find his location.

Sylvie returned quickly after disappearing for a while.

Antonia.

"Got it."

Sylvie jumped off the fairy dragon.

Begin drawing battle maps on the ground.

"The orcs' central army is here."

They piled up a mound of earth.

Then two mounds of earth were set up on the other two sides.

"These are the orc's wings."

"The central army has not moved at the moment."

"The cavalry on both flanks and the vanguard are engaged in a decisive battle with the undead."

"The units currently deployed in the final battle are cavalry, orc shamans, elven archers, and orc warriors."

"The undead side has fully deployed, but it looks like they've suffered heavy losses."

"Completely suppressed by the orcs."

"I think if we don't rescue them quickly, this group of undead will be wiped out in no more than five minutes."

Antonia's eyes lit up with delight upon hearing this.

"It seems we've arrived just in time."

"The shamanic legion is not here."

"The orc central army is mainly composed of infantry."

"With our cavalry, we only have one chance to decapitate someone."

"Daenerys said, looking at the simple map."

Antonia nodded.

"Hippogryph Rider Hidden".

"Sylvie, take them to the outer perimeter."

"Daenerys, you and the Wind Riders will charge in from behind with me."

"To force the enemy leader to come out."

This surprised Sylvie.

"Your Mightiness."

"Isn't the enemy leader in the central command tent?"

Antonia gave a meaningful smile.

"There's one thing to remember when fighting orcs."

"The enemy's central command tent is a trap."

"The orcs' commanders will be in places you can't even imagine."

Sylvie didn't know much about orcs.

Antonia didn't offer any further explanation.

He immediately ordered the battle to begin.

"Warriors of the Lord."

"The enemy is right in front of us."

"kill.

Antonia's sword was pointed at the orc central army.

Behind him.

Daenerys raised her spear.

All the Swift Wolf Knights had lances standing like a forest.

They slowly made their way towards the orc camp.

Once the charging distance is reached.

Accompanied by a wolf's howl.

The Swift Wolf Rider roared into the air.

Charge at an unparalleled speed.

At this moment, the balance of power in the war shifted.

Inside the orc army camp.

The Duke of Ironbone's advisors are discussing the next phase of the battle plan.

.

Meanwhile, the Duke of Ironbone himself was leading a patrol of the camp.

This is an orc tradition.

Even when victory is within reach, they dare not relax for a moment.

Unexpected events always happen when you are most relaxed.

This is a proverb of the orc race.

And at that very moment.

Simon sent word back from the front lines.

"Your Mightiness."

"The undead cavalry legion was completely wiped out."

"The undead lich has lost more than half of its members."

"The undead will be wiped out in just ten minutes."

Duke Ironbone nodded slightly.

"Have Simon intensify his offensive."

"Yes, ma'am."

Duke Ironbone was also overjoyed at this moment.

After eliminating the undead, no enemy could stop them on the Crimson Plains.

But the next moment.

The howling of wolves could be heard.

What was that sound?

"A wolf howl?"

Something's not right.

"Not all wolf riders are on the front lines."

Just as he was about to order an investigation.

An orc rushed over.

"Your Mightiness."

"Enemy attack."

"Enemy attack from behind!!!"

Before the soldier could finish speaking, Duke Ironbone pulled him away.

Then we saw the rear of the camp.

Hundreds of cavalrymen leaped into the air and crashed into the camp.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

But as the commander-in-chief, he quickly realized what was happening.

He let out a loud roar.

"Come closer to me."

"The central army camp, immediately move closer to me."

The Ironbone Clan's Imperial Guards gathered around.

But at that moment, he was unaware of this.

In the air not far away.

Sylvie was observing the camp.

When they saw the Ironbone Duke raising his banner and rallying his defeated troops.

A hint of excitement appeared in her eyes.

"Antonia is absolutely right."

"Gryphon Rider".

"exist."

"A decapitation strike!"

"Target!"

"Orc chieftain."

"kill!!!"