I Am the God of Games

The mutation occurred on the second day of the frost and fog season.

At first, only weak skeletons roamed outside the town, but then the number of undead began to gradually increase, and even the skeleton warriors with weapons were mixed among them, and the townspeople were injured by the slightest carelessness.

Because the accident suddenly disrupted the plan, Angela had to stop other work and make every effort to reinforce the fortifications outside the town.

Unfortunately, after the Skeleton Mage appeared a few days ago, the rudimentary fortifications gradually lost their effectiveness: often a single fireball can blow up the earthen walls that the townspeople took all day to build.

If it weren't for the relatively small number of skeleton mages, a few brave hunters in the town risked their lives to run out and take the lead in killing the skeleton mages who were the most threatening to the town, I'm afraid the town would have been lost that day.

But even so, the situation in the town is getting worse day by day, and now the townspeople have had to abandon the outer wall and retreat into the town, relying on the recently built residential group as the center for defense.

After all, compared to other disrepaired houses in the town, although these newly built houses are wooden structures, they are unexpectedly strong.

It is precisely because of the existence of these seemingly indestructible dwellings, and the "reinforcement" that Angra has repeatedly mentioned from the beginning, the morale of the townspeople has not collapsed until now, and it has remained at a level where they can still resist.

"Having said that, it's almost the limit..."

The only one who could see the durability of the house, Angra stayed in the most central residence, scratching the back of his head a little irritably.

Although all the dwellings still look as good as before, in fact, only a thin layer of bloodskin remains on the originally long durability bars, which are already crumbling.

And because the lord game system does not provide weapons, the townspeople use to fight the undead, in addition to some basic equipment for hunters, only agricultural tools.

When the battle enters the quagmire of the current war of attrition, the reserves of weapons are almost exhausted - after all, reality is different from the game, inferior iron weapons will roll up after two or three enemies, and the hunter's arrows can be recovered. There is very little reuse, and most of the weapons are unusable after almost a battle.

If there is anything worse than this situation, it is that since the skeleton shooter appeared in the undead yesterday, the townspeople have been sacrificed one after another.

Although the three deceased were old people who were too old to dodge arrows, it must be known that the population of the entire town was only 29 in total, which was one tenth less at once!

The door was rudely opened from the outside, which startled Angela, who was still thinking.

Vera walked in from outside the door. She brushed off the snowflakes on the animal skin hat. As soon as she entered the door, she couldn't wait to ask: "Lord, when will the reinforcements you said arrive? Everyone is almost unable to hold on!"

Angela said in her heart that if I had known, I would have said it to boost morale.

But he definitely couldn't say such a thing on the bright side, otherwise, the morale of the townspeople would plummet and collapse completely.

"Don't worry, the reinforcements are coming, now you just have to stick to this place as much as possible." Angela replied.

What responded to him was Vera's suspicious gaze.

Angela sighed indistinctly and stood up from the chair: "It's totally pointless to tell a lie to you at this time, isn't it? Well, I will also participate in the next defense, so you should be able to rest assured. right?"

Vera's expression was still a little suspicious, but the girl nodded stiffly and walked out of the room first.

As soon as he left the safe residence, Angela felt an indescribable sense of tension.

To be honest, the undead's offensive is not violent. Compared with the war between humans, the battle of the undead is much more leisurely.

The residents behind the simple line of defense made of wooden boxes even had time to drink a bowl of steaming porridge - the undead were more just wandering around than attacking, only after they sensed the breath of life. , will start to attack.

It is precisely because of this that when there are undead around, if you want to break through, you will attract the attention of more undead. Once surrounded by a large number of skeletons, even Krum, the best hunter in the town, will flee. not fall.

Angela is very clear that this kind of defense seems to be easy enough that even ordinary civilians can resist it, but in fact, because the undead do not get tired and do not sleep, it can be said that it is battering the defense line 24 hours a day without interruption. This kind of attack, which is not intense, but continues to wear down the spirit and will of the defenders, will eventually make them mentally exhausted and even collapsed...

Having said that, until there is no better way, Angela and the others can only continue to resist the attacks from the undead.

"We must have been deceived by this noble!" Another day later, the rational string in a young hunter's mind finally snapped. His lack of rest eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed at Angra with a machete full of gaps. : "There's no reinforcements at all! We'll all die here! It's all over!"

After he finished speaking, with a look of despair and madness on his face, he waved the machete that was originally used to cut the vines in the forest, and slashed towards Angra.

Angela, who had finally defeated a skeleton warrior with great difficulty, was in a state of semi-prostration, and there was no way to dodge the opponent's sudden attack.

Ruined.

I did not expect that I did not die in the hands of the undead, but in the hands of my own people. Such a thought popped up in Angela's mind and felt quite ironic.

However, at this moment, Vera, who was also very tired, stood up, helped Angra to block the blow, and kicked the young hunter to the ground.

"Save your strength to chop the undead, and get out if you don't want to live!"

"But Sister Vera... the town is surrounded by skeletons, and it is impossible for reinforcements to pass through these skeletons to save us!" The young hunter's expression was twisted, and he cried heart-rendingly: "It must be this nobleman! It must be him. Bringing the undead here!"

"Idiot, why am I attracting the undead, am I killing myself?"

Angela muttered in a voice that the other party could just hear.

Vera glanced at him, then turned her head and said to the hunter: "As of now, all we can do is to believe in the existence of reinforcements."

At this moment, the townspeople who were guarding the other direction suddenly shouted: "Skull Knight, it's a Skeleton Knight!"

Angela and Vera reacted in unison and ran in that direction.

Then they saw not far away, a heavily armed skeleton knight riding a huge bone horse with a full body of armor and blue flames burning where the mane and eyes were originally, like a road roller. It easily smashed the old houses in the town to smash, and quickly ran towards these residential houses in the center of the town.

Immediately, Angela couldn't stop breaking out in a cold sweat - judging from the current durability of the dwelling, it would be 80% useless to be hit by this thing!

He couldn't help thinking to himself, this is really over...