Chapter 758 The Third Person
Some things take time to gradually test and spread.
The holy light dispelled the dark clouds, and the undead came like a tide, but they also left like an ebb.
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 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 start to the end of the raid, it only took about 20 minutes.
What was left was devastated.
"The total number of people killed, injured, and missing in battle exceeded 4,500, the royal dragoons lost 129 people, the White Wolf Guard lost about 400 people, the dragon knight Lei Xiu was shot down, and the young green dragon Suo Teshi was injured. Quit the battle, Dragon Knight dies."
Before the official match, they were hit hard, and their morale was very low for a while.
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 elites die on their own side, but also a dragon knight died.
Incidentally, that heroic dragon knight took off forcefully in the rainstorm, killed a gargoyle, and then fell down inexplicably. Now that I think about it, it is very likely that he was attacked by the undead emperor incarnate.
The situation of the battle cannot be concealed. They are all veterans, so you can tell how they are fighting.
Facing the predicament, if the ordinary sergeants are a little confused, the high-level generals will vomit blood in pain, and the elite will be knocked out before they go out. How can this morale blow be bearable.
They came to crusade against the undead smugly, but before they reached the front line, they had already suffered heavy losses.
But it's a good thing for me to go.
I am not too happy to hear about the loss of the human coalition, but analyze it from my own perspective. The current situation is better than expected and acceptable.
In fact, empathy is very simple.
If I were that Hypros, I would have this trump card in my hand. Definitely not going to be used like that.
I will first use a small batch of cannon fodder to attract the opponent, and use continuous defeats to arouse the opponent's carelessness, but in private, I am calling the undead army and setting up traps. Wait for the opponent to enter the game, and then use this hole card for a decisive battle.
If in the dark storm, instead of tens of thousands of low-level cannon fodder, all elite soldiers from several planes of death came...then the losses might be incalculable.
Ace, when used for the first time. If you can't exchange enough income, it is tantamount to wasting.
I don't think that as the master of a world, Hypros would not have such a simple strategic thinking ability, but the feeling of his attacking like this makes people feel petty...
"It's like watching all the way, and found out that there is a bargain, and the temporary convener rushed to grab it. As the undead emperor, the layout is too small."
The result of Heloise's thinking is almost the same as mine, and we looked at each other and came to a similar conclusion.
"There is only one possibility that can explain everything. There is a problem within the undead, Shupros can't control the situation, and there is a problem with the military power at hand."
The enemy has an inside bar? When you just won a big victory?
It seems incredible, but it is very possible.
Although the Undead Emperors are an alliance, the gap in strength and status is obvious. The two young main fighters are the weaker side, and the two veteran Undead Emperors Sandro and the Marshal of the Undead are firmly on the same side. Holding the gate of the plane, no one knows where the neutral faction is now.
The Undead Marshal is an extremely rare warrior-type undead emperor. He has an extremely special relationship with Esso, and now his target. It's the trolls who have a blood feud with them.
Sandro and I have the wrong contact in private. The republic revival plan is being carried out quietly in the north. If the person who doesn't want to see the situation in front of him must be him.
after all. Once the conflict between the undead and the living becomes more intensified, even if his plan for the revival of the republic is not ruined on the spot, it will be greatly reduced. If the basic structure cannot be erected during the holy war,
I can afford to wait, but he may not.
A guy like Sandro. Once he made up his mind, he would not change his mind easily, so he would never let Shupros and Anina continue to mess around.
It is unlikely to turn their faces directly, so it is the easiest to do it by manipulating the soldiers.
reason? Going to fight trolls with the Marshal of the Dead Bones and avenge the compatriots of the Republic, how many good reasons can not only get the understanding and support of the intelligent undead, but also get the full support of the dead bones who originally wanted to fight the trolls.
As long as the gate of the main plane of the card is transferred and the existing soldiers are transferred away, Anina and Hypros are amazing. Without the undead emperor of the infinite Scourge, can they still turn the world upside down.
"I need information..."
The coalition army has set up a temporary camp to bury the dead, the knight attendants are burying the dead, the priests and pharmacists are bandaging and treating the wounded, but the generals have endless strategic meetings.
What can this talk about? It is impossible to retreat. It is nothing more than blaming each other and shirking responsibility first, then arguing and finally reaching a conclusion and moving forward, just be more careful.
I was too lazy to watch a group of muscular orangutans quarrel, knowing that they would not be able to negotiate a result, so I found a reason to shirk it.
After saying hello to Heloise, I left the camp directly.
Walking out of the gate of the camp, I took out the magic guide book and recited the congratulatory speech casually. A cloud of black mist came and went quickly, and the ghost carriage stopped in front of me.
While walking, the mist of death surrounded me, and when I got into the carriage, the people in the carriage were no longer living people, but liches wrapped in the mist of death.
With a little illusion and a decent power of death, unless I meet the Undead Emperor himself, I am confident that I will be able to deceive any Undead Lord.
"Let's go, I haven't visited the world of the undead for a long time."
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Esso Rivies, the gathering place of the undead, used to be the front line of the battlefield, where the power of death that shrouds the sky is always shrouded here, the first stop of the main plane of countless undead from the outside world, and the portals of the six death planes will never stop when.
In the past, this place was a restricted area for the living, but today, many guests came here.
It should be very happy to have reinforcements sent to the door, but what makes Hypros extremely annoyed is the burning wound on his skin, which always reminds him of the paladin he saw not long ago.
Incarnation of dark clouds, although it is equal to physical immunity, is also equivalent to taking the fragile soul out of physical protection, and the wound irradiated by the holy light makes Hypros experience the extreme pain that has been forgotten for thousands of years.
But now, he has to calmly put on a confident face, because these guests are a group of wealthy wolves who may turn back at any time.
But now, he has no choice.
The senior who thought he was a solid ally betrayed him, and the mess left behind was probably only he himself. After missing this opportunity, he could only return to the plane of death in despair with his tail between his legs.
"Respected Demon Lord, we agree to your conditions. Now, please open the door to the abyss." (To be continued.)
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