Some things take time to test and spread.

The light dispelled the dark clouds, and the spirits of the undead came in like a tidal wave, but they also departed like a low tide.

The rain departed, the clouds fled, and the warriors realized that there was a sunny day overhead.

Although the intensity is high, judging by the duration of this battle, it should only be considered an appetizer.

The undead attack came and went faster, and it only took about twenty minutes from the beginning to the end of the raid.

What is left behind is devastation.

"The total number of killed, wounded, and missing in the battle is more than 4,500, the Royal Dragoons have lost 129 people, the White Wolf Guards have lost about 400 people, the dragon knight Lei Xiu was shot down, the young green dragon Soteshi was injured and withdrew from the battle, and the dragon knight died."

Before the official fight, he was hit hard by the head, and for a while, morale was very low.

It is natural to have losses on the battlefield, but this kind of unilateral and huge loss is unacceptable, the undead only lost some low-level cannon fodder, and their own side not only died a lot of elites, but also killed a dragon knight.

By the way, the valiant dragon knight forced his way off in the rainstorm and killed a gargoyle before falling inexplicably, and in retrospect, it was most likely attacked by the Undead Emperor who incarnated as Cloud Rain.

The battle situation cannot be hidden, they are all veterans, and you can see what the battle is like.

In the face of the predicament, if the ordinary sergeant is a little confused, the high-level generals are uncomfortable and will vomit blood, and the elite will be knocked out before they go out, how can they stand this morale blow.

They came to fight the undead with great ambition, but before they reached the front line, they were already suffering heavy losses.

But for me, it's a good thing.

I'm not overly pleased with the loss of the human coalition. Instead, I analyzed it from my own perspective, and the current situation is better than expected, and I need to be able to accept it.

In fact, empathy is very simple.

If I had this trump card in my hand, I wouldn't have used it like that.

I will first attract the opponent with a small batch of cannon fodder, and use consecutive defeats to arouse the opponent's carelessness. Privately, he is summoning the army of the undead, setting traps, waiting for the opponent to enter the game, and then using this hole card for a decisive battle.

If in the dark storm, it is not tens of thousands of low-level cannon fodder that comes, but all the elite soldiers of several death planes...... The losses could be uncountable.

Trump, when you use it for the first time, if you can't exchange enough income, it will be in vain.

I don't think of being the lord of a realm. Shopros would not have the ability to think strategically like this, but the feeling of his attack like this gives people the air of a small family......

"It's like following all the way and finding that there is a cheap pick-up, and the temporary convener hurries to grab it, as the Emperor of the Undead, the pattern is too small."

Heloise's thinking turned out to be similar to mine, and we looked at each other and came to similar conclusions.

"Only one might speak for itself. There was a problem inside the undead, and Shopros couldn't control the situation. There was a problem with the military at hand. ”

The enemy appeared inside bar? At the time of the big win?

It seems incredible, but it's actually very possible.

Although the undead emperors are allies, the gap in strength and status is obvious, the two young main battle factions are the weak side, the two old undead emperors Sandru and the undead marshal firmly hold the door of the plane, and the neutral one now no one knows where to go.

Marshal of the Dead is an extremely rare warrior type of the Undead Emperor. His relationship with Esso was extremely special, and now he was targeting the trolls with whom he had a blood vendetta.

Sandru and I are not in the right private contact, the revival of the Republic is quietly underway in the Northlands, if anyone wants to see the situation in front of them. It must have been him.

After all, once the contradiction between the undead and the living intensifies, his plan for the revival of the Republic will be greatly discounted, even if it is not ruined on the spot, and if the infrastructure cannot be put up during the holy war, I can afford to wait, but he may not be able to wait.

A guy like Sandru, once he makes up his mind, he won't easily change his attention, so he will definitely not let Xiupros and Anina continue to mess around.

It is unlikely that you will turn your face directly, then, it is easiest to do it with your hands and feet on the soldiers.

Reason? How many good reasons to fight trolls with Marshal Bones and avenge the compatriots of the Republic can not only be supported by the understanding of the wise undead, but also by the full support of the bones of the dead who wanted to fight the trolls in the first place.

As long as the main plane gate is carded and the existing soldiers are transferred, Anina and Xiupros are no longer great, and the undead emperor of the Infinite Calamity Legion can still turn the sky upside down.

"I need ....... intelligence"

The coalition forces were already improvised for the burial of the dead, the knightly attendants were burying the dead, the priests and pharmacists were bandaging and treating the wounded, and the generals' strategic meetings were endless.

What can this talk about? It is impossible to go back, it is nothing more than to first blame each other and shirk responsibility, and then quarrel and finally reach a conclusion and move on, just be more careful.

Too lazy to watch a group of muscular orangutans arguing, knowing that they couldn't talk about the results, I found an excuse to excuse myself.

After saying hello to Heloise, I left the camp directly.

Walking out of the camp gate, I took out the magic guide book and recited the greetings at will, a black mist came and went quickly, and the ghostly carriage stopped in front of me.

As I walked, the mist of death surrounded me, and by the time I got into the carriage, it was no longer a living person, but a lich entangled in the mist of death.

A little illusion combined with the power of decent death, unless I meet the Undead Emperor himself, I have the confidence to hide it from any Undead Monarch.

"Let's go, it's been a long time since I've been to the world of the undead." ――

Esso Reeves, the gathering place of the undead, was once the front line of the battlefield, where the power of death that covered the sky was always shrouded here, the first stop of the main plane of countless undead in the outer realm, and the portal of the six death planes never stopped.

In the past, it was a forbidden area for the living, but today, there are many guests.

Obviously, he should be very happy to have reinforcements sent to the door, but what made Shopros extremely annoyed, but the hot wound on his skin always reminded him of the paladin he had seen not long ago.

Although the incarnation of the dark cloud is equivalent to physical immunity, it is also equivalent to removing the fragile soul from the protection of the body, and the wound irradiated by the holy light makes Hypros experience the extreme pain of forgetting for thousands of years.

But now, he must quietly put on a confident face, because these guests are a group of wolves that may rebel at any time.

But now, he has no choice.

Originally, he thought that the predecessor who was a strong ally betrayed him, leaving behind a mess, probably only he was the only one who died, and missed this opportunity, he could only return to the death plane with his tail between his legs.

"Honorable Lord of the Devil, your conditions, we have agreed. Now, please open the door to the abyss. (To be continued.) )