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This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 207
🕑 Added 2024-01-17 06:55:03 +0000 UTCChapter 207: We're Really Lucky!
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The whereabouts of the Black Dragon were unknown, which was quite perplexing. However, after Matthew and his team discussed, they decided to remain flexible in response to the uncertainty.
The victory condition in this point-holding mode was the Watchtower Mountain. As long as their side occupied it, they could to some extent control the initiative. In this regard, the presence or absence of the Black Dragon didn't have much impact.
At present, the residents of Rolling Stone Town were systematically organizing the construction of defensive structures according to their own pace.
As for the construction of tents and other buildings, manpower would be allocated only after the completion of the southwest defenses.
On the Watchtower Mountain, a round of intense construction was fervently underway.
Approaching noon, there was finally a reaction from the Highleaf Territory.
People noticed that their main army was mainly gathering on a hill 5 kilometers southwest.
The topography of the moss-covered hills was characterized by numerous hilltops. In fact, about 1 kilometer away from Watchtower Mountain, there was another small hill, approximately one-third shorter than Watchtower Mountain.
Although it couldn't overlook the surrounding environment as high as Watchtower Mountain, it still had a relatively advantageous vantage point.
Therefore, at this moment, a team of human soldiers from the Highleaf Territory stealthily climbed up this hill.
They seemed to want to establish an outpost there.
Of course, the enemy wasn't reckless. Behind the team of human soldiers, two squads of half-orc warriors followed, guarding both sides of the hill. If the people from Rolling Stone Town wanted to descend the hill and interfere, they might encounter resistance from the half-orc warriors.
In fact, despite the close distance of 1 kilometer between the high points, the rugged hills and the uneven water grass structure made charging a cautious endeavor.
Moreover, the Black Dragon had not appeared yet.
Rolling Stone Town's army had no reason to descend the hill for an attack.
However, letting the enemy blatantly establish an outpost near their camp was unacceptable for Rolling Stone Town.
Matthew quickly found Reaga and whispered a few words to him.
A moment later, a group of archers lined up. Positioned at the southernmost edge of the hill, they drew their longbows taut and attempted to launch a volley towards the adjacent hill.
However, this exceeded the range of the archers. Despite their efforts, most arrows didn't even reach the midpoint between the two hills. The farthest shots barely reached the slope on the opposite side.
Seeing this, the soldiers from the Highleaf Territory laughed. They had initially been somewhat cautious, but realizing that the enemy couldn't harm them at all, they couldn't help but edge closer in the direction of Watchtower Mountain.
One of the small leaders even provocatively removed his pants and was about to relieve himself in full view of everyone.
However, in the next second, a dark green light shot out from the top of Watchtower Mountain.
Swish!
A wind-element-imbued arrow whistled through, piercing the leader's knee. His hand trembled, his leg went weak, and he not only urinated on himself but also sat down on the spot!
This sudden scene shocked everyone present.
Even the archers from Rolling Stone Town turned curiously to look. On the other side of the mountain top, Renaismae, a zombie, held a jade-green bow, ready to shoot!
"Emerald Wind Kiss: Wind Kiss of Trust!"
Under Matthew's command, Renaismae, holding a bow, aimed from a distance.
A few seconds later, she released the arrow, accurately hitting the other knee of the leader.
He completely lost the ability to walk, lying on the ground, crying in pain.
At this moment, the Highleaf Territory side apparently hadn't realized what had happened. One of the reckless fellows was about to go up and help the fallen leader.
Swoosh!
Renaismae shot another arrow.
The Wind Kiss of Trust traversed more than 1 kilometer with precision, hitting the rescuer's chest.
This time, it wasn't a knee but the actual heart!
These three consecutive arrows almost drove the human squad on the opposite hill into panic.
A clever person took a small round shield and attempted to drag the fallen leader.
However, the area covered by the round shield was too small.
Swoosh!
A green light flashed.
Renaismae's fourth arrow hit the enemy's abdomen with precision. The latter fell to the ground in agony.
This was followed by the fourth, fifth, and sixth arrows in quick succession!
When all the stubborn individuals turned into lifeless bodies around the fallen leader.
The human soldiers on the opposite hill realized that Rolling Stone Town had an unpredictable sharpshooter!
After a full 10 minutes, a group carrying tower shields slowly approached the fallen leader.
Tower shields provided one-sided, no-dead-angle defense, indeed the bane of archers.
Renaismae aimed for a while and then lowered the Emerald Wind Kiss.
However, when she strung the bow again, the ordinary arrows turned into a very unique magical arrow!
"Sky Piercer (Special Ammunition/Emerald Wind Kiss Exclusive Ammunition): You can attach an item to this arrow without affecting the normal range. Currently equipped: Oil Package!"
Humming!
Under the effect of magic, the arrow left the bowstring without a sound, only the bowstring trembled violently.
The next moment, the magical arrow shot onto a huge tower shield.
Bang!
A slight explosion sound came.
A large amount of oil penetrated through the splattering effect.
This oil package, after Matthew's specific treatment, not only contained a constant grease spell but also had a lot of flammable substances.
Soon, a circular oil field formed around everyone.
When the pungent asphalt odor filled the soldiers' nostrils.
Matthew had already handed over a rocket to Renaismae.
Calmly, she took the arrow and shot it casually.
Bang!
The enemy hill immediately ignited a fierce blaze.
The flames surged like demons towards every soldier's body.
Initially, they held up tower shields, attempting to retreat while holding up the shields.
However, when the flames burned their arms.
They felt the arrival of the grim reaper.
At that moment, the soldiers dropped their shields, retreating downhill in despair.
But it was this action that completely sealed their chances of escape.
Aiming at the gap, Renaismae shot one arrow after another.
The human squad on the opposite slope quickly became a scene of misery.
Finally.
The human force, consisting of 17 members, attempting to set up an outpost on the opposite mountain, was completely annihilated! Among them, 11 were shot dead by Renaismae.
The remaining 6 were burned alive.
The most tragic fate befell the leader of the small team.
When the flames engulfed him, driven by the instinct for survival, he surprisingly ran with two shattered knees.
Unfortunately, this scene didn't last long.
The flames claimed his life.
For a moment, there was joy and celebration in Rolling Stone Town.
The destruction of the two opposing squads by Renaismae single-handedly was undoubtedly a significant morale boost.
Especially the archers, they were astonished by Miss Zombie's marksmanship and admired her wholeheartedly.
On the other hand, Highleaf Territory wore a gloomy expression.
Losing this secondary vantage point, they had to settle for establishing an outpost in a less advantageous location.
This would have many unfavorable consequences for monitoring and guarding the mountain.
In the midst of this process, Matthew noticed an interesting detail—
During the remote attack on the human force by Renaismae, the half-orc forces on the two hillsides remained indifferent.
Although their duty was to assist in defense, they showed no inclination to help as they witnessed the death of human soldiers.
This indicated the internal situation within the Highleaf Territory army.
Victorious in the first encounter, the enthusiasm for constructing fortifications in Rolling Stone Town soared.
In the afternoon, the enemy made another move—
A half-orc squad attempted to bypass to the northwest, crossing a shallow river, aiming to infiltrate the rear of Rolling Stone Town.
However, Zeller's monitoring spell captured this scene.
He intended to send a couple of men to deal with the enemy, but Matthew insisted on taking care of it himself.
Thinking they were being cautious, the 8-member squad, disguised in camouflage, slowly approached the riverbank.
Although the river was small and the sound of water rapid, they formed a neat line, progressing in an orderly manner.
However, when the last half-orc soldier stepped into the river, a pair of dimly lit curved blades rested on his neck.
Swish!
A nearly inaudible sound.
The half-orc's head tumbled in the air, splashing into the water, drifting downstream with the current.
However, the sound of water was loud, concealing all signs of the ambush.
The remaining half-orcs continued to attempt crossing the river, oblivious to the curved blades approaching their backs.
One.
Two.
Three.
Until the frontmost half-orc successfully crossed the river, placing his feet on the riverbank, and subconsciously turned to look back—
He only saw the horrifying sight of seven headless half-orc corpses standing in the river! His eyes widened, pupils suddenly shrinking.
Before he could exclaim in shock, a chill severed his throat.
Splurt.
A dizzying scene unfolded before his eyes.
In the final moments of his life, he finally saw the appearance of the Grim Reaper—
It was a skeleton killing while twisting its hips!
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After two consecutive failures, Highleaf Territory finally dared not make any more moves.
They set up camp honestly on the hill 5 kilometers away, seemingly prepared for a protracted battle with Rolling Stone Town.
Rolling Stone Town, however, remained vigilant.
Zeller's surveillance spell operated 24/7.
Matthew occasionally flew over the enemy's position on his flying horse, Bright Mane—
The Black Dragon was absent.
Air superiority easily fell into Matthew's hands.
Combined with the flying horse's invisibility ability, Matthew could fly over the enemy's heads unnoticed most of the time.
After several reconnaissance missions, Highleaf Territory's army remained oblivious to Rolling Stone Town's situation.
Matthew, on the other hand, had thoroughly figured out the enemy.
The distribution of troops was almost identical to the information provided by Vandar.
And in the enemy camp.
Matthew found the three commanders—Dragon Priest Delawa, a human general with sideburns, and a one-eared gnoll.
Each of them commanded different troops, and the camp areas of the three forces were distinctly separated.
Obviously.
The Black Dragon was absent.
The internal situation of Highleaf Territory's army was extremely chaotic and disloyal.
This reassured Matthew.
It was unlikely that the enemy would take action against the Watchtower Mountain before nightfall.
This move perfectly aligned with Matthew and the others' intentions.
In their plan.
Time was on their side.
The confrontation between the two armies below turned into a bustling construction of camps.
And above the sky.
A massive magic carpet covered within the range of an invisible magic sphere.
Several dozen people sat on the magic carpet.
These people were not alliance mages.
But the lords from various southern cities!
The Battle of Mossy Hills was the first major battle in the south and a milestone event in the alliance's plan.
Because of its powerful demonstrative effect.
Many lords applied to come and observe.
The alliance readily agreed.
However, each territory could only allow one observer.
Therefore, all present were the prominent figures of various large and small territories in the south.
Regarding the scene before them.
The lords had naturally anticipated it.
In fact.
No one thought that the two sides would engage in a life-and-death battle on the first day, which would be illogical in military strategy.
So, what they were discussing most now was the following words:
Necromancer;
White Rock City;
The number is so large;
Is it a violation.
And so on and so forth.
And in the northeast of the magic carpet, relatively distant from the other lords, sat four individuals.
Three of them wore chest pins symbolizing their lord status.
The other female was an apprentice mage from the alliance.
The three lords in this place are Lady Alena from Deep Blue Harbor, renowned for her golden lion, Barton, the undefeated lord of Lion City who recently swept the East Coast, and Gavin, the lord of Golden Water City, whose reputation is mixed.
Among the three, Alena has the least presence, but her natural beauty and extraordinary temperament attract many eyes in the vicinity.
Barton, the Golden Lion, exudes the most imposing aura. With his golden hair and sharp eyes, every move he makes radiates a regal demeanor.
Gavin, the lord of Golden Water City, appears to be a seemingly weak young man, but his eyes are exceptionally lively, with elongated eye slits resembling a fox deep in thought when he squints.
At this moment, the three are discussing the issue of necromancers.
"Are necromancers really this powerful? Doesn't that make White Rock City invincible?" Barton asks with a serious expression.
Gavin also looks puzzled, "I've seen some necromancers, and just maintaining over a hundred summoned creatures seems to give them a splitting headache. How can the one in front of us handle it so effortlessly? Look, he can even ride a horse! Wait, aren't pegasi supposed to be sacred creatures? Why are they being controlled by a necromancer?"
Alena remains silent, smiling at the scene. It's Leslie, the female apprentice, who explains, "Necromancers do excel in summoning the undead, but to achieve this level of effectiveness, it's probably because of Mr. Matthew's personal strength."
Barton nods, "This Matthew is indeed formidable. Did you see that? The zombie archers and skeleton assassins, they're all Matthew's summons. But their displayed strength far exceeds ordinary adventurers; it's unbelievably powerful."
Leslie laughs, "Mr. Matthew being powerful is reasonable. I once assisted him in a Level B1 spell research project. He is a particularly meticulous person. What's more important is, he has a deep background!"
The three lords become intrigued, "How deep is it?"
Leslie lowers her voice mysteriously, "He might be the youngest A1 in the history of the alliance! There are rumors that Mr. Matthew has unclear relationships with Ronan the mage, Miss Isabelle, Lord Eckmonde, and Lady Suerel. Recently, he's even rumored to be involved with the most powerful combat mage in the alliance, Margaret!"
"Furthermore, several demons from the star realm and some deities from the Heavenly Palace seem to be collecting information about Mr. Matthew. Although he keeps a low profile, someone with connections to these powerful entities can't be an ordinary person."
After Leslie's words, the three lords react differently.
Alena is slightly surprised; Gavin watches the situation with interest, and Barton frowns, saying, "Why would such a powerful mage choose to register in a small place like Rolling Stone Town?"
"Doesn't he know it's a gamble?"
"Or does Rolling Stone Town have hidden strengths we can't see?"
Gavin jokes, "Maybe he just feels it's closer to home?"
Surprisingly, Barton doesn't refute the statement and seriously considers the possibility.
At this point, Leslie adds, "According to the rules of war decrees, if you ally with Rolling Stone Town, you can use the ally's reinforcement quota in the battle, allowing Mr. Matthew to join the battlefield. This way, you not only avoid facing his undead army, but he becomes your ally."
The three lords show no surprise at this revelation. Like Rolling Stone Town, all territories have thoroughly studied the war decrees upon receiving them.
They quickly realize that the alliance encourages forming alliances. Although non-registered mages cannot participate, registered mages can join battles in allied territories. The role a mage can play in a battle needs no further explanation.
Therefore, territories with powerful registered mages are more attractive for alliances.
"I don't like necromancers," Barton states, "but this Matthew, I think we can try to get along with him."
Gavin chuckles, "I'll have to observe more."
Alena, on the other hand, with a thoughtful expression, suddenly asks, "Which side do you think will win this battle? How about we make a bet?"
Barton and Gavin exchange glances and simultaneously say, "Rolling Stone Town!"
Alena is taken aback. She thought she had exclusive information about the hidden talents in Rolling Stone Town through her cousin Lorran's channels. Surprisingly, these two lords, seemingly ignorant about Rolling Stone Town, make the same judgment!
So, she couldn't help but ask, "Why do you think so?"
Gavin grins, "Because when everyone is optimistic about Highleaf, you suddenly ask this question. It means you have information we don't know. So, the likely winner is Rolling Stone Town."
Alena seems skeptical, "You dare to conclude that Rolling Stone Town will win based only on this?"
Gavin smiles with a fox-like face, providing some lame excuses to divert attention.
On the other hand, Barton is more straightforward. He says bluntly, "Rolling Stone Town submitted the battle request after the Black Dragon attack. This shows that they are not afraid of the Black Dragon. From their marching arrangements and strategic policies, it's evident they have better preparation for this battle. On the other hand, Highleaf is in complete disarray! I don't know what that Black Dragon is up to. Maybe it fears the killer move in Rolling Stone Town's hands or is messing with some weird stuff. But in the art of war, the most taboo thing is a commander with wild ideas. Maybe he thinks hiding is a good strategy, confusing the enemy and making it difficult to attack. But correspondingly, this behavior is a huge harm to his soldiers. From a war perspective, that Black Dragon still has a lot to learn."
Gavin follows up with a chuckle, "Mr. Barton's words make sense!"
"I didn't expect to hit the mark by accident," he adds.
Barton gives him a glance but doesn't say much.
Alena, still seeming unwilling, remarks, "But that's a real dragon! A true dragon!"
"A real giant beast!"
This time, Gavin immediately takes over, "Giants may be strong, but for thousands of years, they have never truly ruled this land."
"Lady Alena, you can give up. There's no way we would bet against Rolling Stone Town. If we could make such a absurd decision, our heads would have changed homes several times by now."
Barton, displaying a domineering attitude, adds, "A dragon? Just a bigger
wild beast! Unfortunately, we can't face it; otherwise, I'd definitely slay it!"
Alena looks at these two men helplessly, feeling a greater sense of powerlessness.
All these lords are shrewd individuals. She originally planned to use her beauty and the prosperity of Deep Blue Harbor to try and gain some advantage.
But after half a year, she hasn't gained any advantage at all.
This makes her pay a bit more attention to the seemingly foolish guy below.
"I wonder if after all these years, Rhaegar is still the same?"
Just as Alena is silently pondering, Gavin suddenly makes a sound of surprise.
There's also a slight commotion where the other lords are situated.
Everyone looks down.
But seeing the northeast of the Watchful Mountain, where should have been an uninhabited area, unexpectedly, a frenzied frogman caravan appeared!
What's even more outrageous is that the frogman caravan is extremely long. They use oxen to pull carts, slowly approaching Watchful Mountain!
"Why is there a caravan appearing?!"
"Where did the frogmen come from? Shouldn't this area have been cleared?"
"What's going on? Are so many unexpected factors happening in this first battle?"
Just as the lords were discussing animatedly.
A group of people and horses suddenly rushed down from the slope of Watchful Mountain.
The three leaders were all exceptionally fierce.
The one in the front was like a wild man with black charcoal hair. He ran with bared teeth and claws, as fast as lightning, almost reaching the frogman caravan in an instant from the mountain.
Following closely behind was a half-orc female.
Beside her, a nocturnal beast was running at full speed.
And behind them.
Surprisingly, it was the militia and reserves of Rolling Stone Town!
The next second.
An even more awe-inspiring scene appeared—
When that dark-skinned young man rushed to the side of the caravan.
All the frogmen suddenly started croaking frantically.
They looked very frightened, scattering in all directions, leaving the precious cargo on the carts unguarded, disappearing in a blink.
The extravagant acting of the frogmen drew mockery from the crowd.
Anyone with discerning eyes could tell that these frogmen were playing the role of logistics for Rolling Stone Town!
The carts were piled high with various types of logs.
Some even had barrels of hot oil on them.
The oil was still emitting steam!
At this moment.
Judgment 07 couldn't help but descend.
Watching the people of Rolling Stone Town joyfully receiving the gifts of nature.
Judgment 07 couldn't help but ask Matthew who had come over:
"What is this?"
Matthew answered truthfully:
"A frogman caravan."
Judgment 07's forehead had veins popping:
"Since when do frogmen domesticate oxen?"
Matthew thought for a moment:
"Maybe they have advanced with the times?"
Judgment 07 gritted his teeth:
"Then where did they get so many logs? Don't tell me frogmen suddenly mastered powerful logging techniques!"
Matthew pondered:
"Maybe they want to renovate their village?"
"Just that their luck is bad, and they happened to pass by here and got robbed by us!"
"So, in a way, we are really lucky!"
Judgment 07 instinctively wanted to cover his head with his hands.
You can imagine there are so many eyes looking at him.
All he could do now was grit his teeth and record on his notepad—
"At five in the afternoon.
An unalerted frogman caravan happened to pass by.
The Rolling Stone Town army looted them.
Accidentally seized a large amount of logs, a large amount of stone, and a large amount of edible oils.
Since the war orders did not prohibit both sides from looting wildlife in the battle area.
So, it was allowed."
Writing this with a forced expression.
Judgment 07 took out another opinion book.
As soon as he lifted the pen, he saw Matthew's radiant smile.
He gritted his teeth again.
Quickly wrote on it—
"Strongly recommend banning Matthew from participating in the battle!"
After finishing these.
He quickly flew up to the clouds.
At this moment.
Judgment 09, responsible for recording the situation in Gaoye Territory, protested:
"What is this?"
Judgment 07 truthfully replied:
"A frogman caravan."
Judgment 09 asked incredulously:
"Since when do frogmen domesticate oxen?"
Judgment 07 recalled Matthew's words:
"Maybe they have advanced with the times?"
Judgment 09 stared with wide eyes:
"And what about the hot oil and stones?"
Judgment 07 instinctively answered following Matthew's response:
"Maybe they want to renovate their village?"
"Just that their luck is bad, and they happened to pass by here and got robbed by the Rolling Stone Town army!"
"So, in a way, they are really lucky!"
Judgment 09 looked at the other party speechlessly.
Judgment 07 also realized that he had answered off-topic and closed his mouth somewhat awkwardly.
"I protest on behalf of Gaoye Territory!"
"Rolling Stone Town's actions are clearly cheating!"
Judgment 09 said.
So, the next second.
A graceful figure appeared on the magic carpet.
"Protest invalid."
It was a gentle female voice.
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