Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 264 Battle For Ircron : First Order

Ircron, capital city of Starkefolten, last bastion of life within the kingdom, was surrounded by nothing but badlands, the environment was changing, bleak grass of repulsing texture, blood red trees, imposing spikes were erected, corpses of unfortunate souls displayed upon them.

Some of them were still alive, siege weapons were being assembled, some mundane, some enchanted, some entirely magical in nature, troops of the undead army were lining up, barricades and towers were built, hiding finer movements of the dead from the sight of nervous soldiers watching from afar.

The armies of Fioldron Ferrcrona were also preparing from battles, surrounded from all sides, there was nowhere to run to, fighting was inevitable and there was no negotiating with the undeads, they wanted the livings dead and nothing else, that term was not acceptable to anybody in their right mind.

Remaining scooped in under the protection of the barrier might seem alluring, but it was not going to last, under the relentless assaults of the eternal army, it would eventually shatter, and they only had one of those, any dysfunction or damages would have to be tended to immediately, mages and experts were assigned at all times to watch over the structural integrity of the device that was the only thing preventing death from ravaging the capital.

The king was right there on the wall with his soldiers, scouring the horizon all around the city, things were not looking good, but they were not as terrible as they could be, Fioldron Ferrcrona noticed that the great majority of the troops on the opposing sides seemed to be regular golems, undeads seemed to only be operations machinery and leading the operations.

Of course, the numbers of those golems was simply obscene and their strength could certainly match that of a regular soldier if not surpass it, not to mention that these golems were clearly mass produced, losing all of them might not even tickle the undead king, but with proper planning and command, the king was certain that they could be handled well.

What truly worried him was the possibility of vampires joining the fray at night, or that many more troops were hidden underground, he could do nothing about this, so he instead moved to the most obviously worrisome points, the siege weapons, some of which were simply absurdly large.

Trebuchets that seemed to be meant to assail a bastion created by giants were posted far in the distance, he did not doubt that the undeads had already aimed them perfectly and of course, the one that was the head of this army.

Loimos, Royal Courier, butcher of the badlands, repressive inquisitor of the undead king, he was the face of undeath to the people, every interaction that had occurred were handled by him.

"King Nitok wishes good luck" it wasn't even an ultimatum, it was a mockery.

"Everyone, get in place for the first battle" ordered the king.

The barrier stopped barely a few meters beyond the edge of the fortifications, the gates were opened, soldiers gathered under the lead of two elemental champions, the others would remain behind and provide long-distance support alongside the many sharpshooters up on the walls.

Some of the crossbowmen had been equipped with heavy crossbows, strong enough to instantly throw a strong man to the ground, archers and mages were also present, ready to rain down projectiles upon the golems.

Stillness on both sides, the enemy knew no fear, no pain, no hunger, and were all going to fight to their best capacities until the very end, an undead soldier was superior in all aspects to a living soldier, only the grit of the living, and their spirit could help them prevail.

Loimos raised his polearm, the curved blade of his scythe glistening darkly, its edge calling for bloodshed, the dead wood creaked, ropes pulled, the weapons of siege stirred until they stopped, waiting for the signal.

A word of death tongue was spoken, the golems twisting their stone bodies into position, three lines of spear wielders tightly packed together, standing tall and firm, weapons pointed forward.

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