Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The "elite surprise troops" that Duke Ralph had deployed in Frost Flower County in advance were vulnerable to the surprise attack of the Northern Army.

In order to cross the Divine Spine Mountains as quickly as possible, these elite knights and blood warriors from Fengyuan City attacked Harvey's pioneering territory at the foot of the mountain by surprise, and even abandoned all their war horses and siege equipment.

Who knew that as soon as they set foot on the land of the wasteland in the severe cold and heavy snow, they were immediately ambushed by the Northern Army who had been lying in ambush at the foot of the mountain.

More than 500 soldiers of the First Battalion of the Northern Army led by Vaughn, plus the cooperation of the special operations force composed of 50 blood warriors, defeated the opponent completely in just one head-on exchange of fire, leaving countless bodies of the dead on the vast snowfield, and fled back to the direction of the Divine Spine Mountains.

The subsequent sporadic battles were mostly unilateral pursuits by the Bloodline Warriors who were good at running and fighting, and the Wolf Spider Alchemy Beasts with super tracking ability.

"Damn it! Aren't these guys the elite knights of Duke Ralph? Why are they so vulnerable!" Dave pulled his feet out of the knee-deep snow pile angrily, and cursed while changing the bullets in his revolver.

The adjutant came forward and said with a bitter face: "Ordinary knights are indeed vulnerable, but those Bloodline Knights and spellcasters are different. Although they seem to have no tactical training at all, they really made us suffer a lot in one-on-one..."

The adjutant's words were completely from the heart. After all, he had just resisted the fireball that a low-level spellcaster had bombarded his chest with a scorching sword not long ago, and he stabbed the other party through with his scorching sword. He relied on the unique magic resistance talent of the Bloodline Warrior to hold on, leaving only the burnt and festering wound on his chest.

Vaughn shook off the snowflakes on his body and asked coldly, "Are there any other people injured in the encounter just now?"

"Two unlucky guys had their arms chopped off, and another fool didn't notice the enemy hiding in the tree, and was stabbed from the shoulder to the abdomen. Fortunately, his bloodline talent can stimulate potential and suppress injuries. He should be able to be saved if he is carried to the camp at the foot of the mountain."

Vaughn frowned and said, "Although these bloodline knights and low-level spellcasters cannot directly resist the volley attack of the magic gun, after they fled into the mountains and forests, they are also a big threat to our soldiers responsible for searching."

It was also a scattered search and small-scale pursuit encounter. After being forced into a desperate situation, the enemy's bloodline knights and spellcasters burst into a posture of dying together, causing the Northern Army, which rarely suffered losses in battle, to suffer rare casualties, including even the bloodline warriors of the special team.

After a day and a night of pursuit, although they successfully forced this small group of enemies into the ravine on the mountainside, they were completely driven to death, but the Northern Army also paid the lives of more than 20 ordinary soldiers, and seven or eight blood warriors were injured.

Dav said bitterly: "It would be great if the artillery battalion could be pulled up the mountain, and a few rounds could be fired at the cliffs of the ravine, and it would be best to directly trigger a mountain crack avalanche and bury them."

"Unfortunately, the terrain on the mountain is rugged and the snow is too deep. Even if the alchemy beast carries it, it is difficult to get such a heavy artillery cart up..." Vaughn looked up at the sky and found helplessly that the snow was getting heavier. "Block the exit of the ravine and arrange for the soldiers to set up camp... We will launch a siege against the enemy tomorrow morning."

...

In just half an hour, the sky was completely dark, and several huge bonfires were lit in the camp that was firmly guarding the entrance of the ravine.

"Why wait until dawn to encircle and suppress them?" Dave stretched out his black fingers to scrape the last remaining fat in the can of beef, frowned and complained to Vaughn, "Before setting off, you boasted to Commander Pierce that it would take only three days to complete the combat mission."

"Let the soldiers face the fireballs, ice blades, and those flying balls of arcane magic bullets that can directly blast a bloody hole in the chest when touched by them, and rush up to die with them?" Vaughn added a few firewood to the campfire and answered with a cold face.

Dave was immediately choked and dared not talk back. He also knew that if he wanted to quickly eliminate this group of enemies, it was nothing more than a matter of rushing in and firing a few rounds, but the opponent's desperate counterattack would also cause the Northern Army to suffer at least a dozen casualties.

If it were in the refugee tribes in the wilderness in the past, every winter, even if there was only one night of heavy snow, more than these people would freeze to death. They had long been accustomed to indifference. But since they came to the pioneer territory, they grew up with these colleagues and comrades who were as close as brothers, and experienced life and death battles together. How could they bear to watch them suffer unnecessary casualties.

"Wait until dawn to wait for Master Duncan to come." After a long silence, Vaughn still explained in a low voice.

Dave was stunned and said hesitantly: "In the end, I still have to ask the spellcaster..."

Vaughn certainly didn't want to do this. The lord once said that a qualified people's army should never rely on the individual strength of extraordinary people, but should learn to use the technical support brought by this extraordinary power to complete combat tasks through tactical coordination and unity and cooperation.

If it was the arrogant commander Pierce who came in person, I am afraid he would not care too much about the casualties of the soldiers, and would definitely give a cold order to quickly eliminate the enemy.

But Vaughn did not think that his actions were a sign of weakness. After all, Lord Harvey also said that every time a combat order is issued, an officer must be responsible for the lives of his soldiers. Such an officer is a qualified commander.

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Unexpectedly, shortly after the news of the request for help was released, the advanced spellcaster Duncan arrived early with two magic apprentices.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

This master of illusion, like his student Mr. Eye of Illusion and Lady Astrology, has a consistent approachable and gentle personality, and does not have the attitude of being superior to others at all.

"I heard that you blocked a team of spellcasters and blood knights in the valley ahead?" Duncan, with gray hair, asked in a gentle voice.

Vaughan nodded awkwardly and briefly explained the current difficulties and difficult dilemmas.

"There are several middle and low-level spell casters, and the rest are blood knights." Vaughan simply depicted the terrain in the valley in the snow at his feet. "There is a dead end inside, but they rely on the huge rocks and the mountain walls, so we can't do it. Can the magic of those spellcasters be used up by shooting? From yesterday to now, as long as the soldiers of the special forces team touched in, several magic attacks came to their heads..."

Duncan laughed and said, "Young man, it seems that although you are loyal to the lord who is a spellcaster, you really don't understand the spellcaster... They should have carried a lot of magic stones on them, which can be supplemented anytime and anywhere. Magic, and we can also draw magic from the magic net through meditation. This is different from the magic gun in your hands. After the bullet is exhausted, it becomes a useless iron rod..."