It wasn't until the cavalry dragged the corpses of five or six spiders back into the distance that Unas's hanging heart was completely relaxed.

Hex rode back after the cavalry on a puppet spider, and after a few words of praise from Unas, he said, "You and Rose work harder, continue to investigate in the canyon, what's wrong with contacting me with the necromancer's skull." ”

The troll nodded in obedience, and said worriedly, "After this battle, the spiders may regard me and Miss Solaris's Overlord Spider as enemies, and the split tactics may not be used any better." ”

"I see, you go first."

After sending away the trolls, Unas ordered the gnolls and kobolds to quickly clean up the battlefield outside the ice wall, and the whole army retreated again, and then used earth and stones to plug the gap tightly, and he was a little relieved.

In the final analysis, this victory is only against the spiders that inhabit within a short period of eight kilometers, the total length of the canyon is seventy or eighty kilometers, and the forest after it is even more vast, and there are countless spiders surviving in it, and we must not relax our vigilance because of this small victory.

Before you know it, the warm autumn sun shines on the ice crystals, reflecting a rainbow light, but the ice wall shows no signs of melting, according to Archmage Angela, her arcane ice wall can last for at least three days in this temperature.

The mages should be able to recover their mana in 24 hours, and of course they can ask her to come back and strengthen the ice wall when it is about to melt, but Angela also has her own things to do, and Unas plans to build an earthen wall by himself.

After destroying more than 100 giant spiders, enough for the whole army to eat several spider meat feasts, and after eating a hearty lunch, Unas immediately began to assign tasks, arranging people to guard, digging trenches, building earth walls, disposing of spider corpses, transporting the wounded back to the stronghold, etc., and there were a lot of things after the war.

The giant spider is a treasure, the silk sac of the silk-spinning spider can be collected to make dozens of sets of the toughest and elastic clothes, the shell of the iron spider is light and strong, and all kinds of venom used to be a very popular commodity, but now there is no market, but it must also be stored, the legs of the knife spider are very good weapons with a little processing, and even the teeth and eyes of some spiders are also precious alchemy materials.

Unas ordered kobolds and gnolls to transport spider carcasses back to the stronghold, where a large number of the elderly, the sick and the disabled could help dispose of the corpses.

The heavy work of digging trenches and earthen walls naturally fell on the orc trolls and ogres, and of course Unas would not treat them badly, and the spider meat and all kinds of dry food were all in charge.

The casualty report came up very quickly, Unas glanced at it, the human casualties were the smallest, only 8 people were killed on the spot, and a total of thirty-five were lightly and seriously injured, with the priest team led by Whitemayne, the wounded should be able to save their lives.

Orcs and gnolls are the worst, with more than a third of the casualties, and the orcs are on the front line, which is understandable, but almost half of the gnolls' attrition was hacked to death by the ogres who watched them because of cowardice.

Unas really wanted to destroy these wastes humanely, but he couldn't find a reason, so he had to raise them as coolie cannon fodder first, and find an opportunity to sacrifice them all one day.

Eighty percent of the total casualties were caused in the battle with the spider swarm after the ice wall was blown open, so it seems that their own side is not enough to confront the giant spiders head-on, and they must create all kinds of favorable conditions to deal with these beasts in the future.

Unas was thinking about future tactics, the familiar scent of incense wafted from behind, and when he turned around, a sweaty and tired Whitemane was standing behind him.

"Follow me." The silver-haired female pastor turned around and left, very lame.

Unas was still a little distressed about this woman who was tired of treating the wounded, but now he almost kicked her writhing ****, what kind of attitude! It simply ignores the majesty of this official as nothing.

He didn't move a single step and asked loudly, "What's the matter?" ”

"There's a seriously wounded man who only you can save."

Saying this, Unas also understood, it turned out to be a matter of resurrection, and he had promised others before, but now he could only follow helplessly.

The two came to the rear of the troops, the temporary field hospital was located in this small wood, most of the wounded with minor injuries were already on the way back, only a dozen seriously wounded people who were in serious condition and could not move were lying on the grass bunks, half of them were orcs, several priests were performing healing techniques, and one of them was a very familiar figure, Natasha under the pseudonym Namelia.

Unas stepped forward to say hello to her, Natasha was still wearing a veil, only revealing a pair of beautiful eyes, asked about the situation, and only relieved a little when he heard that the situation of the people lying here had stabilized, Whitemayne walked to the only tent and coughed impatiently, urging: "Lord Unas, please hurry!" ”

Unas deliberately said goodbye to Natasha intimately, and I don't know if it aroused Whitemayne's jealousy, anyway, the flame in the woman's eyes burned more and more.

Entering the small tent, a human man who had been almost mummified was lying on a black marching blanket, his chest seemed to heaving slightly, and Unas stretched out two fingers to probe his neck.

"No need to try, he's still alive," explained the silver-haired priestess, "but he's going to die, and the wound in his heart is too deep for me to recover." ”

What she meant was that Unas understood that when the soldier was dead, he would perform the resurrection spell, and Whitemayne would be able to observe and learn from the sidelines.

"Are you sure you can't get it back?" With the history of buying a death row prisoner for experiments last time, Unas didn't have much hope for her lower limit, and it would be too unethical for her to die if she didn't save her because she was trying to learn resurrection.

The last prison escape incident taught Unas a lesson, and the matter about this woman should be handled according to regular means, so as not to cause a bunch of trouble afterwards.

"I'm the chief healing pastor here, and I said no one could revive him if he died!" The silver-haired priestess was furious at Unas's suspicious eyes, but she kept her voice down and shouted.

"You're human too, and human beings make mistakes," Unas's tone was calm, "I'm going to check with Nemelia." ”

"Whatever you want," Whitemayne snorted coldly, and couldn't help but ask, "Who is that woman of unknown origin?" You know, I always feel like I've seen it somewhere. ”

The monastery is so big, and both of them are priests, they must have met before, and Natasha's wanted notices are hanging everywhere, but Unas won't give Whitemayne any hints, and in order to change the subject, he began to make up nonsense: "You are always prejudiced against people because of your identity and origin, so you can never think of learning resurrection, do you know why the resurrection of the paladin is named?" It is 'salvation', and without the light of the Holy Light for all equal beings and the heart of salvation, no matter how many times I see my spell casting, it will not be useful. ”

After a flicker, Unas almost believed himself, and then looked at Whitemayne's bewildered expression, it seemed that he was really fooled.

Unas secretly laughed to himself: It seems that it is not impossible to trick this woman into bed in the name of the Holy Light!

(To be continued.) )