Sandru has been keeping an eye on Erathia's spring offensive. When he learns that his friendly Fiona has been beaten and fled by Kendall, he knows it's time to take it upon himself. He hastily gathered his troops and began to march towards the Diya border.

For the three legions of Catherine and Roland, he didn't pay attention to it at all. In his opinion, the warriors of those three legions were all dead, and he only needed to summon death from their pile of bones, and one or two legions of corpse witch kings would stand up from them!

This is a temporary stored treasure that he can use whenever he needs it.

He would never leave this attack to any of his necromancers. Those people will only summon weaker skeleton warriors, zombies, and ghosts from the pile of bones, which is a waste of resources!

After fighting again and again, his troops have made a qualitative leap! The huge number of skeleton warriors, zombies, and ghosts has gradually been consumed, and they have been replaced by the corpse witch king, who is several times more powerful! Now of his nine legions, the corpse witch king army accounts for four, two legions of vampire kings, and one legion of terrifying knights, while skeleton warriors, zombies, and ghosts all account for only two!

It's a pity that the Terror Knight and Ghost Dragon troops who are good at melee combat are consumed a lot, and maybe after a few more vicious battles, only the Ghost Witch King will be left in his own troops!

But that's not too much of a problem. Tens of thousands of corpse witch kings waved their staff in unison, and the terrifying corpse poison cloud was enough to cover the entire battlefield, and after a few volleys, it was estimated that there were not many living people on the battlefield!

Eric, my dear teacher, can you imagine how powerful I am today? A few months ago, I was afraid that you were so scared that you would be beaten up in the end! but now I am not afraid, and now I will destroy you in less than half a day, and destroy any army that dares to stand in my way!

It's a pity, dear teacher, that you have made a name for yourself all your life, and you were shot to death by that shameless Death Judge in a sneak attack in the dark! Fuck the Death Judge, can't you defeat him on the battlefield with dignity? What a shame you have become! No matter what, you should leave him with the honor and respect you deserve!

Rest in peace, teacher! Your Heavenly Spirit will witness with his own eyes, and the students will personally lead 100,000, 200,000, or even more corpse witch kings to conquer the entire world! Sandru thought with great ambition as he looked at the troops scattered all over the mountains.

"Report to Your Excellency Commander, that mysterious assault team wiped out another patrol squadron near our Sosbanda Castle last night!" said a necromancer.

Sandru frowned in annoyance: "Is Commander Chama a stupid pig? I gave him two legions as Diya's occupation army, can't he destroy that thirty or so men?"

"They're like a bunch of ghosts, their whereabouts are erratic, and it's hard to predict where they'll be next!"

"The Valley of the Waterfalls must be of interest to them!" Sandru said, "Tell Chama at once, secretly set up pockets at the entrance of the Valley of Waterfalls, and they will get into it sooner or later!"

"Yes!"

"Wait!" Sandru summoned the man, "Tell Commander Chama that if he can't eliminate that team, then stop being the commander and come to my team as an infantryman!"

Four days later, Sandru led his army to the border between Dia and Erathia. His legion commander immediately ran over and stood respectfully on either side of the line.

"Briefly explain the current situation in one sentence!" Sandru jumped off his horse.

"Your Excellency, Princess Catherine has withdrawn to Erathia with the three legions blocking our front!"

"What?!How long have they been running away?"

"...... the evening the day before yesterday"

"Why don't you pursue?" said Sandru angrily.

"This ...... At first we thought it was Catherine's trick, and that little girl was very scheming!"

"I hope you're not scared by that little girl!" Sandru said disdainfully, "Don't forget, you have five elite legions, and she only has three!"

"But Your Excellency, you ...... Didn't you say it yourself that any battle must be commanded by you? They are your crops here, and you can harvest them at any time if you want to! Not to mention, only if you personally command them to be surrounded and annihilated, with your powerful spiritualism and mana, these human warriors can become corpse witch kings!"

Yes, I have said such a thing, and I have said it more than once. Sandru could not refute it, so he had to say: "This is the reason why you do not pursue? Suspicion of the trap, blind obedience, and finally miss the opportunity?! Do you know that the opportunity on the battlefield is fleeting! If they are allowed to withdraw smoothly, and a large army will be held together from now on, it will be a little difficult to gnaw! Alas, you people...... Let me ask you, where is General Steve from the north?"

"General Steve is currently only three days away from Tekken Castle, and he's still on a hurry!"

"It seems that he wants to take credit, and he dares not to wait for me!" Sandru was finally happy: "Steve, I hope you have a good appetite, otherwise maybe you will be broken by them!"

"What about us?"

"We?" Sandru looked around, "Let's put the army in order first! We marched day and night for days, and the formation was completely out of order! You see, this damn skeleton warrior is actually mixed in the cavalry, isn't he afraid of being trampled into the mud by the tall and strong ghost warhorse?"

Sandru dragged the poor skeletal warrior out and shouted, "Behold, there are many more as hateful as it......! Also, in the corpse witch king's legion over there, skeletons, zombies, and ghosts also mingle with the corpse witch kings, as if everyone was going out to the market together......"

Sandru pulled out a few of them, and finally roared, "Oh my God, get them all out, and then sort them out!" I can't let Steve laugh at me for being a fool who can't lead soldiers!"

The quicker necromancers immediately began to get busy, but there were still a few unqualified necromancers who didn't figure it out and were standing still.

"Get to work!" Sandru kicked a necromancer in the ass.

In the face of these lifeless, unconscious spirits, the wizards can only patiently guide them with spiritualism.

Sandru misses his old men very much! How capable those people are, just give them a look, and they will immediately understand what to do, like these stupid pigs right now!

Damn it, there were a dozen or so people who fought all the way to break through the encirclement and escape from the battlefield with them, but they were very unfortunate to be captured by Kenloe, the wild man who followed them, and finally all became barbecues at the stake!

I heard that the eldest disciple Vidrina eventually became Kenloe's queen...... If she were to fight the Savages again, who would Vidnina help?

It wasn't until dark that all the undead warriors were sorted.

"Your Excellency, Commander, please review the troops! they will follow their own kind in the future, and they will definitely not cut into the queue again!"

The first to be reviewed was the Skeleton Warrior Phalanx.

"Well, they're lined up in a neat lineup!yes, they're like my soldiers, and they look like they're morale-high!" Sandru nodded in satisfaction.

Your Excellency, do you mean these undead when you say high morale, or do you mean us generals who lead troops?

The undead have no morale, they only know how to swing their swords and slash indiscriminately, or bite with their mouths! However, they can demoralize the living warriors who oppose them...... Think about it, if you die in battle, you will immediately become this abominable appearance, who is not afraid in their hearts?

Perhaps Your Excellency the Commander is referring to the high morale of our generals who lead the troops!

Sandru just said a few perfunctory words, but the confused generals speculated about his true intentions. But what no one knew was that Sandru was thinking about how to defeat Kendall at this moment! I heard that the old man had an hourglass of bad luck, which was the spoils of war that he had stolen from killing a necromancer when he was young. The old man often took out that thing to show off, and that was it.

Foolish humans, what is worthless in your eyes is a treasure in the eyes of us necromancers! The hourglass of bad luck is to lower the morale of both friend and foe. Of course, the undead don't need morale, but that would be very deadly for you humans!

"Please check it out, this is your zombie army!" the necromancer in charge of the command nodded and introduced.

"Well, they're not bad either!" Sandru nodded absentmindedly. Of all the undead warriors, Sandru hates zombies the most, as they always emit the stench of rotting muscles, which is unappetizing.

He was anxious to hurry past the legion, lest he run out of food for dinner.

But he suddenly caught a glimpse of color out of the corner of his eye!

It was a female zombie standing in the middle of the line...... Dressed in gorgeous goose-yellow satin, she stands out from the ragged zombie ranks.

Sandru hurried forward, pushing away the zombies that stood in his way, and finally stood on the side of the female zombie.

But Sandru couldn't see her face clearly. Her face was obscured by the satin length, and she stood there dumbfounded.

Sandru's heart pounded to his throat. The great fear overwhelmed him, and he didn't dare to take the most crucial step!

God, I hope it's not Monica!

The necromancers looked at their commander in inexplicable surprise.

Sandru didn't know how that last step had been taken, and he was standing in front of the zombie at the moment, trembling all over.

The zombie hung her head, still unable to see her face.

Monica...... Monica...... Is it really you?"

The zombie still hung its head until ...... Until Sandru lifted her chin with trembling fingers......

"Uh!!" The female zombie suddenly raised her head and bared her teeth and roared at him!

It was as if he had been struck by a sudden bolt of lightning! He staggered back a few steps, and finally sat on the ground!

"Your Excellency, Commander!" the necromancers rushed over, scrambling to pick up their commander.

"Help me to the tent......" Sandru's face was whiter than ice and snow. He said weakly, "There are ...... Put Mo ...... Bring this female zombie to my tent as well......"