Lin Feng frowned even more after reading the prompt.
Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Zhaoyue's voice came through, speaking faster than usual: "This kind of curse... if too many people come into contact with the rain, the purification spell simply won't be enough."
Aside from skills, the only way to break the curse is by washing with water. However, water is already scarce, and squeezing out some for the curse will only increase the pressure on the city.
Lin Feng nodded: "That's not the worst part. Of the four reservoirs in White Tower City, only two are sheltered. The other two are now mostly completely polluted."
The strange rain lasted only about twenty seconds before stopping.
But the deep purple clouds in the sky did not dissipate, and the light remained dim, as if dusk had arrived early in the morning.
Large water stains remained on the ground, covered with fine traces of corrosion, and a nauseating, sweet-smelling odor filled the air.
Lin Feng turned around and glanced at the mother and daughter under the eaves.
The rain had stopped, and the little girl was peeking half her head out of her mother's arms, her eyes filled with fear, her little hands still tightly gripping the hem of her mother's clothes.
Jiang Yelan stood on the edge of the eaves, put away his cloak, looked up at Lin Feng with a solemn expression, and said nothing.
Lin Feng withdrew his gaze: "Let's go, let's go to the West Gate Tower first."
He pushed off with his feet and his body soared into the air.
Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Yelan followed closely behind, the three figures flashing across the street like streaks of light, speeding towards the west gate.
...
When the three landed on the West Gate tower, the deep purple clouds above the city wall were still hanging low, making the entire West Gate appear somewhat somber than usual.
Although the defenders on the city wall bore the marks of the "Curse of Rain" to varying degrees, their formation remained solemn and orderly, without the slightest sign of chaos.
The gray-robed crossbowmen stood guard behind their respective battlements, their crossbows held level, while the longbowmen stood on high platforms, their bowstrings taut, their arrows locked firmly to the outside of the city.
All the human race members with combat power of level three or above were present, and nine figures stood on either side of the city tower terrace.
Isabella had just given orders to a sheriff when she watched him walk quickly down the city wall and disappear around the corner.
She then turned to look at Lin Feng and the other two who had landed, and nodded slightly in greeting.
Lin Feng walked to her side and asked directly, "Lord Isabella, what is the current situation in White Tower City?"
Isabella's tone turned somber: "The situation is not optimistic. I have just ordered all efforts to be made to treat the natives and awakened individuals below level seven."
Fortunately, the spectacles provide a basic health boost to the city's residents, whose health bars are all above 500, allowing them to survive for another two days.
Two days is enough time to treat all the civilians infected by the Rain Curse.
She looked up at the still-lingering deep purple clouds in the sky: "But the cost is that the stored clean water resources are being consumed far faster than expected, and the amount of water that could have been used to support the water supply for more than two months is now gone."
We only have about forty days left, and the clouds haven't cleared yet, so there might be a second wave.
Lin Feng nodded: "The undead race will not let this opportunity pass."
Before the words were even finished, the army of the dead, located five miles outside the west gate, suddenly moved.
The defenders on the city wall instantly went into battle alert, the winches of the catapults made a dull turning sound, and the bowstrings of the ballistae were pulled to their limit.
On the command platform of the city gate tower, a black command flag was suddenly waved forward.
"put!"
Hundreds of catapults and ballistae fired simultaneously, sending massive stone projectiles and giant arrows piercing the sky darkened by purple clouds as they hurtled toward the front of the undead formation a kilometer away.
The stone projectile slammed into the dense array of skulls, and the grayish-white bones shattered into countless fragments at the point of impact.
A giant crossbow bolt pierced the torso of seven skeleton soldiers, pinning them to the ground, the arrow's fletching still trembling violently.
With the blessing of the wonder, the range of catapults and ballistae increased from 800 meters to 1200 meters, and the damage increased from 300 to 390. Combined with the blessing of holy water, the extra damage against the undead makes each hit deal nearly 500 actual damage.
The undead ranks did not stop advancing; the front line continued to move forward, while the skeleton soldiers in the middle and rear maintained a constant pace, unslowed by the casualties in the front.
When they advanced to within 800 meters of the city wall, another movement began to appear behind the undead formation. Hundreds of level 25 necromancers lined up in three rows in the gaps between the formations, with a simple device made of vertebrae and skulls placed in front of them.
The device is shaped like an inverted pelvis, with a dark purple energy crystal embedded at the bottom. The curved ribs converge upwards from both sides, forming an arc-shaped groove.
The necromancers simultaneously placed their hands on the crystal, infusing it with concentrated necromancy.
The crystal expanded, its light changing from dark purple to bright purple. The device shuddered violently, and a ball of gray energy was launched into the air, tracing an arc at its highest point before falling towards the city wall.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The first batch of about two hundred energy blasts landed simultaneously on the middle and inner sides of the city wall. The explosions mingled together, and dark purple shockwaves spread out from the point of impact, covering a circular area with a radius of four meters.
The gray-robed crossbowman, who was directly hit, instantly lost 200 health points, down from 550.
A gray-robed crossbowman on the city wall was knocked to the ground by the shockwave of the explosion. As he struggled to get up, he found a blurry red warning line appearing at the edge of his vision, indicating that his health was below 50%.
He gripped the crossbow tightly, shook his head vigorously to try to stay awake, then stood up again and aimed the crossbow bolts at the undead formation outside the city.
"Change him!" The centurion next to him reacted quickly and pulled him away from the firing position.
The crossbowman who was replaced staggered back a few steps and was caught by two county soldiers from the inside of the city wall and carried down the city wall.
The defenders on the city wall began to rotate in batches. Soldiers with full health stepped forward to fill the gaps, while those with health bars nearing the danger line retreated to the inside of the city wall to receive treatment, while simultaneously calling out to the reserve troops inside the city wall.
With the blessing of the holy light, the crossbowmen's crossbows and the longbowmen's longbows reached a range of three hundred meters.
As the front ranks of the undead entered this distance, the sound of triggers being pulled rang out simultaneously from the city wall. Tens of thousands of arrows flew down from the city wall and fell into the undead formation, exploding into patches of grayish-white debris in the dense ranks.
The damage is 104, which isn't high, but the dense barrage of arrows is enough to cause the front-line skeletons to fall continuously as they advance.
The undead archers stopped two hundred meters away and began to return fire.
The arrows flew in an arc towards the city wall, landing on the battlements, shields, and the soldiers.
The gray-robed crossbowmen and longbowmen each have 550 health points, the undead archers deal 157 damage per hit, and the skeleton archers deal 60.
The defenders' health bars began to slowly dwindle under the rain of arrows. Most of them still had more than half a bar of health left, but the threat of the Rain Curse remained ever-present. Once their health dropped below 50 points, they would enter a state of dementia.
A gray-robed crossbowman was shot in the shoulder with an arrow, -157, his health bar dropped from 550 to 393. He gritted his teeth and continued to pull the trigger.
A brief period of chaos ensued among the defending troops on the city wall.
Among the defenders who were shot, a soldier whose health bar had dropped below 50 suddenly began to convulse. His eyes rolled back, his movements became stiff and unfamiliar, he released his spear, and turned to grab his comrade next to him.
Before the halberdier next to him could react, the soldier was stopped by his comrade who had rushed up from behind with a shield.
The halberdier thrust his spear forward, pinning his demented comrade to the ground, while a county soldier ran over from the side.
The water in my hand was splashed on his arm, and the grayish-white marks quickly faded away. The man's movements gradually stopped, and his eyes regained focus from their emptiness.
