I Am the God of Games

Grove Compton is the head of the frontier garrison of the Silver Eagle Principality in the north, responsible for leading more than a dozen frontier garrisoned guards under his command to guard the border near Sotimi.

In fact, he was born in the National Academy of Knights of Varla, and his father was also a baron.

Even if Grove, the second son, could not inherit his father's title, he could at least become a junior officer in the White Feather Guard, and slowly accumulate his merits until he became a noble.

However, not long after Grove graduated and became a trainee knight, his family was retaliated by political enemies after losing power in the political struggle of the empire because his family was on the wrong side.

Grove was naturally within the scope of being attacked and retaliated. Not only was he sacked from his originally booked White Feather Guard position, but he was also kicked out of the Kingdom Army and reduced to the remote and barbaric Northland.

If it weren't for the uncrowned king of the North, Duke Pang Leyin, who took care of his old feelings and pulled him, and made Grove the commander of the frontier garrison, I am afraid that he would only be able to spend his time at the bottom of the army.

It is also this gratitude to Duke Pang Leyin that makes Grove one of the few in Sotimi who has not been frightened by the zombie riot and led his subordinates to retreat.

Even though the station has been destroyed by the zombies, he still took his subordinates to resist the attack of the zombies, pinning the main force of the zombies to this generation as much as possible and preventing them from going to Tunaia.

In fact, at the beginning, Sotimi's zombie riot did not attract much attention. After all, there is a famous valley of the dead in the whole continent in the north. It can be said that it is the place with the largest number of undead in the Valla Empire.

Even though Sotimi is quite far away from the Valley of the Wronged Dead, it is not impossible for a group of zombies from the Valley of the Wandering Dead to come here inexplicably.

After all, the undead do not need to eat, nor do they have self-awareness. The lower-level undead often act in groups by instinct, and it is normal to come to Sotimi by some chance.

The frontier garrison chiefs didn't take it seriously at all, and just sent some troops to clear them up.

As a result, the troops sent to destroy the undead were gone forever.

Realizing that something might be wrong, the frontier guards immediately sent someone to report to Tunaya, while at the same time they tried to resist the increasing number of zombie monsters.

After fighting those zombie monsters, the frontier guards realized that their enemies this time are different from the fragile undead in the past. They have greater strength and tough bodies.

It is difficult to stop their actions without outright decapitation or headshots.

Once killed or injured by them, even his best comrade-in-arms will turn into such a monster after a while, standing up and attacking himself.

In the absence of widespread popularization of hot weapons and no magician accompanying the army, the soldiers could only go forward and fight the enemy in close quarters.

Even the crusaders of the Chongbai Church arrived, but they were unable to restore the decline of the frontier guards.

As more soldiers were killed and wounded, and the number of enemies expanded further, many of the frontier garrison commanders eventually faltered and began to try to retreat.

It's a pity that zombies are the best at killing prey who have lost their fighting spirit. Many retreating border guards died in the zombie tide faster than those who did not retreat...

Originally, Grove thought that he would be the same as his subordinates, and eventually he would be surrounded by zombies and torn apart and swallowed up, leaving no complete corpse left.

However, just yesterday, he unexpectedly encountered a turning point.

At that time, Grove was completely out of ammunition and food, and there were zombies that were more ferocious than hungry wolves everywhere. He was basically in a desperate situation.

But when a zombie found his trace and was about to kill him, a group of strange people suddenly appeared.

They are wearing fancy equipment that has no practical value no matter how you look at them - some girls' equipment will show a lot of skin, and it looks like a swimsuit that has no defensive ability at all - holding a variety of weapons, some of which are more It was so funny that Grove was surprised: Why would someone carry a big salted fish on their back? Why is that salted fish so hard, it can actually blow up the head of a zombie dog?

Well, although these people look very strange, even to the point where Grove thinks, "They shouldn't be fools", but after contacting for a while, Grove found that these people are unexpectedly reliable.

They efficiently eliminated the zombies that came from all directions, and they were not discouraged even when they were temporarily invincible, and even seemed a little happy.

After Grove was rescued by them, he was taken to a temporary station, where he met many other rescued border guards.

Those who called themselves 'players' also brought a lot of supplies, which not only included potions like holy water that could quickly recover from injuries, potions that could refresh one's spirits like refreshing herbs, and even those that could relieve the zombie toxin infection. Medicine!

And they're all delicious!

Thanks to these 'players', the border guards were able to survive so many people.

Outside of the battle, the 'players' can even say things like 'Gan, why is there a system package in the rest point prize pool', 'It must be that the system restaurant can't compete with the Iron Cauldron Bar, so it's cleared' and so on. , never know where to bring out all kinds of food.

Although they seem to dislike these foods, Grove and the other border guards are very happy to eat... It is already very luxurious to be full in such a fierce battle, not to mention the color and aroma It's all ready, it's like a chef's dish.

Grove is very clear that the battle line has been able to survive until now, thanks to these 'players'.

But even so, as long as they are still human, their spirits have limits. After a day and night of almost endless battles, those 'players' are already showing signs of fatigue with the naked eye.

On the other hand, the undead have no such concerns at all.

It won't work like this. Grove knew very well how urgent the current situation was, but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

At this moment, the surprise shouts of other border guards came from behind: "Reinforcement! We have reinforcements! They also look like 'players'!"

Grove couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this.

He just wanted to share with the 'player' who took good care of him that he was finally relieved, but found that the player's brows were wrinkled, his expression horrified, and his face was incredulous.

Before Grove could ask him what was going on, the player was already yelling.

"Damn it, they beat the dragon and came to steal our head--!"