thump!

As soon as Ictor entered the tent with his front legs, he was half-kneeling on the ground with his back legs.

"Fuck!"

Others may think that he has everything in mind, but Ictor knows very well that he is gambling with his life.

But to be honest, he didn't expect that the undead attack scene that Sasha mentioned was so big!

A tide of undead flowed around the hilltop where Iket and others were, and the long blue line almost reached the end of the horizon.

Not to mention where to look for such a large number of dead people, Ictor just said this little Windsor Territory! What virtue and ability does she have?

If he hadn't set up the magic circle in advance today, he would have died in the tide of the undead with a high probability!

The core principle of the magic circle is actually a complete updraft. This spell was created by him. Although the creative motivation was not pure, it was surprisingly useful.

Within the boundaries of the magic circle, all magic that has changed its nature either due to the influence of living beings or the land will be blown high into the sky.

After the magic power breaks away from the entanglement with the surface material, it only shows the magic properties of the air.

The magic convection formed in this way can weaken the magic characteristics within the magic circle.

This is like stripping away the pheromones that insects can sense from humans, and the undead are the insects that covet human flesh and blood.

As a result, the car formation with no magical characteristics "sees" to the undead as if it were a ball of air, and nothing can be sensed.

During these three days, Ictor guided little Sasha on how to maintain the magic circle every day, and taught her some basic magic knowledge, which allowed her to understand the basics of magic.

"Lord, I think Lord Aris is right, and even if we want to take root here, there is no need to live in such a dangerous place at the beginning!"

After regaining his morale, Ictor used his sword to prop up his body.

The march of the undead lasted much longer than everyone expected. It was not until three days later that the large number of undead retreated like a tide. It was unclear where they came from and where they were going.

Once the undead were gone, Ictor was finally able to lead the team and continue their journey.

He only thought of this later. Thanks to his good luck, he was able to make the array functions more comprehensive when he invented the updraft.

Ictor followed his direction and found that it was indeed good. If a fortress was built there, it would definitely be very comfortable.

Aris, who always obeyed Ictor, did not hesitate to object.

But when his name was roared down those fanatical throats, Ictor couldn't hide the smile on his face.

This little vanity may be the reason why he decided to become a lord.

But he has to govern here, because retreating without a fight means punishment. But his men, like Sasha before, may think that there are other ways out, or be intimidated by difficulties and lose control of the territory.

hope.

"Master, I can guarantee that with your talents, you will be much better in any other territory than here!"

So what about the tide of the undead? He can't even kill a little Ict! It can't shake his determination to govern Windsor at all!

It's just a broken piece of land, it's not difficult at all, and he can't even get up!

In fact, he originally just wanted to stay close to the ground to generate updrafts to be more concealed, but unexpectedly he saved his life.

The cheers of the citizens and rat people came from outside the tent. Ictor felt that these guys were really heartless!

When the undead approached, he himself was trembling! When he ordered the crossbowmen to shoot, he was also afraid!

Yaro took over the conversation and spoke to the city ruins and small castle in the distance.

So he has to be very brave! Far braver than ordinary people! He has to be as brave as the legendary hero!

Identity brings status and also gives pressure to match the status.

If it were just human information, the undead would still move forward as usual and would not deliberately avoid the convoy.

Although the precipitous fortress is impregnable, it makes Iket see no hope of development. He can only see endless restrictions.

Aris said and pointed behind him. Several ratmen were beating around a lone undead. There were many undead like this who had not followed the large army. Although they were not as effective as the undead tide, they were

A major factor limiting territorial development.

But is he here to build a fortress and be a turtle?

"Yaro, you still don't understand. If I just want to survive, I will naturally have more and better choices. But if I want to accomplish something, I won't surround myself with fences!"

The reason is that the citizens believe that with the protection of a powerful mage like their lord, the undead will only survive the cold winter for a few more days.

On the other side of the ruins is a small castle that is all white. The entire building is made of local white stone. I think it is the Windsor Castle that Sasha mentioned.

Ictor was still worried that some people would not want to go to the territory, but now it seems that his worries are unnecessary.

Thanks to the March of the Undead, which cleared obstacles for the convoy along the way, Ictor and his party arrived at Windsor very smoothly.

The reason why the empire's cities were built at the foot of the mountains was because they were more suitable for development, more promising, and could feed more people.

But as a lord, he couldn't let the military morale he had finally built up collapse.

However, Ictor accidentally eliminated the magical features on the land, so the undead believed that there was "no way" there.

Now that everyone is here, there is no need to hide some things. Iket gathered his team and recounted the history of the territory that little Sasha said.

"That's the city that the orcs destroyed, and that's the target of the undead! Lord, do you think we might as well find a safer place? For example, that mountain!"

The wide Vanfna River passes through the ruins. This river also flows down through important cities such as Donali. The snow water melted from the Kabulun Mountains is very clear. The upper reaches of this river are far less than those in the lower reaches.

As dim as yellow.

Iket, who became a lord for the first time, was sometimes in pain and confused.

"Master! This is an ominous place!"

Aris' performance is exactly what Ictor is worried about. This is an ominous land, and anyone can see it.

Iket is now a small lord, but he never thought that he would be a small lord all his life.

At this time, both ratmen and humans had completely let go of their fear of the undead, and were no longer so repelled by Windsor, a territory that was invaded by the undead.

In the distance, an iconic white ruin appears in front of you. This is the ruins of the city left after the failure of the Imperial Expeditionary Force.

As Yaro said, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a wonderful place out of the corner of his eye. The top of the mountain was flat, with a cliff at the bottom and a slope leading to the bottom.

At this point, everyone knows the origin of the undead and the crisis hidden behind the Windsor Territory.

"Lord, I. I just want to make a suggestion."

Arrow was speechless, while Genil the Storm Rat plucked his ears. It didn't matter. Anyway, he just had to obey the clan leader's orders.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do to stop the situation, Aris could only try to give his final advice.

"Master, even if you are determined, you still have to consider the strength of the enemy! If it is true as Sasha said, there is a corrupt knight in the castle!"
Chapter completed!