Some things take time to gradually test and spread.
The holy light dispersed the dark clouds, and the undead came in like a tide, but also left like an ebbing tide.
The heavy rain left and the dark clouds also fled. Only then did the soldiers realize that there was a sunny day above their heads.
Although the intensity is very high, judging from the duration of this battle, it should only be regarded as an appetizer.
The attack of the undead came quickly and retreated even faster. From the beginning to the end of the attack, it only took about twenty minutes.
What was left behind was devastated.
"The total number of people killed, wounded, and missing in battle exceeded 4,500. The Royal Dragoons lost 129 people, the White Wolf Guards lost about 400 people, the Dragon Knight Lei Xiu was shot down, and the young green dragon Sote Shi was injured.
Exit the battle and the dragon knight dies."
Before the official battle, they were hit hard, and for a while, their morale was very low.
It is natural to have losses on the battlefield, but this kind of huge unilateral loss is unacceptable. The undead lost only some low-level cannon fodder. Not only did many of our own elites die, but a dragon knight also died.
Incidentally, the heroic dragon knight took off in the heavy rain, killed a gargoyle, and then fell down inexplicably. Looking back now, it is very likely that he was attacked by the undead emperor who transformed into clouds and rain.
The situation of the war cannot be concealed. They are all veterans, so you can tell by looking at the outcome.
Faced with a difficult situation, if the ordinary sergeants are a little confused, the senior generals will be so uncomfortable that they will vomit blood. The elites will be knocked unconscious before they even go out. How can they bear this blow to their morale?
They came to conquer the undead with great ambitions, but they had already suffered heavy losses before they reached the front line.
But for me, going is a good thing.
I am not overly happy to see the losses of the human coalition forces. Instead, I analyze it from my own perspective. The current situation is better than expected and is even more acceptable.
In fact, it’s very simple to put yourself in someone else’s shoes.
If I were that Shuprous and had this trump card in my hand, I would definitely not use it like this.
I will first use a small group of cannon fodder to attract the opponent, and use continuous defeats to make the opponent careless. In private, I will gather the undead army, lay out traps, wait for the opponent to enter the game, and then use this trump card for a decisive battle.
If what comes in the dark storm is not tens of thousands of low-level cannon fodder, but all the elite soldiers from several death planes... then the losses may be countless.
Ace, if you can't exchange it for enough profit when you use it for the first time, it will be in vain.
I don’t think that as the Lord of a Realm, Xiupruos doesn’t have such a simple strategic thinking ability, but his attack like this feels very petty...
"It's like following along and discovering something cheap, and summoning people to grab it quickly. As the undead emperor, the layout is too small."
Heloise's thinking results were quite different from mine, but we looked at each other and came to similar conclusions.
"There is only one possibility that can explain everything. There is a problem within the undead, and Xiupruos cannot control the situation. There is a problem with the military power on hand."
The enemy had an inside attack? Just after a big victory?
It seems incredible, but it is actually very possible.
Although the undead emperors are allies, the gap in strength and status is very obvious. The two young main combatants are the weaker side. The two veteran undead emperors Sandro and Marshal of the Dead Bones are firmly in power.
Having controlled the gate to the plane, no one knows where the neutral one has gone.
Marshal of the Bones is an extremely rare undead emperor of the warrior type. He has an extremely special relationship with Esso, and now his target is the trolls who have a blood feud with him.
The private contact between Sandro and I is wrong. The Republic's revival plan is quietly underway in the North. If anyone least wants to see the situation in front of him, it must be him.
After all, once the conflict between the undead and the living intensifies, his plan to revive the Republic will be greatly compromised even if it is not ruined on the spot. If the infrastructure cannot be put up during the jihad, I can afford to wait, but he may not be able to wait.
A guy like Sandro will not change his mind easily once he makes up his mind, so he will never let Xiupruos and Anina continue to do whatever they want.
It is unlikely that they will fall out directly, so it is easiest to manipulate the soldiers.
Reason? Go fight the trolls with the Dead Bones Marshal and avenge the compatriots of the Republic. What a good reason. Not only can you get the understanding and support of the intelligent undead, but you can also get the full support of the Dead Bones who want to fight the trolls in the first place.
As long as they block the gate of the main plane and transfer the existing soldiers, Annina and Xiupruos will be great. Without the undead emperor of the infinite scourge, can they still turn the world upside down?
"I need information..."
The coalition forces have set up a temporary camp to bury the dead, the knights and attendants are burying the dead, the priests and pharmacists are bandaging and treating the wounded, but the generals' strategic meetings are endless.
What can we talk about? It is impossible to retreat. It is nothing more than blaming each other and passing the blame, and then arguing and finally reaching a conclusion and moving forward, just being more careful.
I was too lazy to watch a group of muscular orangutans quarreling. Knowing that there was no way they could come to an outcome, I found an excuse to avoid going.
After saying hello to Heloise, I left the camp directly.
After walking out of the camp gate, I took out my magic book and recited a congratulatory message casually. A black mist came and went as quickly as it came, and the ghost carriage stopped in front of me.
As I walked, the mist of death surrounded me. When I got on the carriage, the people in the carriage were no longer living people, but lichs wrapped in the mist of death.
With a little illusion and decent power of death, unless I meet the Undead Emperor himself, I am confident that I can hide it from any Undead Lord.
"Let's go, it's been a long time since I visited the world of the dead." ——
Esso Reeves, the gathering place of the undead, was once the front line of the battlefield, where the overwhelming power of death was always shrouded here. It was the first stop of the main plane of countless undead in the outer world, and the portals of the six death planes never stopped.
time.
In the past, this place was a restricted area for the living, but today, many guests came here.
Obviously, he should be very happy to have reinforcements sent to his door, but what made Xiupruos extremely annoyed was that the burning wounds on his skin always reminded him of the paladin he had seen not long ago.
Transforming into a dark cloud is equivalent to physical immunity, but it is also equivalent to separating the fragile soul from the protection of the body. The wound illuminated by the holy light made Xiupruos experience the extreme pain that he had forgotten for thousands of years.
But now, he has to keep his face calm and confident, because these guests are a group of money wolves who may come back at any time.
But now, he has no choice.
The senior who he thought was a solid ally betrayed him, leaving a mess that he could only hold on to. After missing this opportunity, he could only return to the plane of death with his tail between his legs in despair.
"Dear Lord of Devils, we agree to your conditions. Now, please open the door to the abyss." (To be continued.)
