Lord of the Oasis - Chapter 662

It turned out that when the scouts infiltrated the Watchtower on the first day, Drondheim’s invasion of the undead had already been discovered.

The undead had been heavily injured by the armies of other countries on the previous battlefield.

A considerable portion of the warriors was unable to participate in the battle.

Therefore, when Drondheim’s army attacked the city gates, the undead warriors did not show up. They were waiting for the lizardmen’s rescue.

As for what conditions the undead offered the lizardmen to come to Nahrin Desert willingly to help the undead besiege Drondheim, the scouts who were captured weren’t clear.

“Where are the injured undead warriors? Where are they?” Bunduk asked after listening to Angelo’s statement.

“We’re not sure either. They might be in the palace, or they might have been taken away by the lizardmen’s ships,” Angelo said helplessly.

They had been imprisoned in the dark cell by the undead soldiers on the first evening of their infiltration. They had no idea where the undead was.

“Did you give them the signal flares?” Bunduk asked.

“After they found the signal flares on us, they plotted to lure you to the vicinity of the palace,” Angelo lowered his head and apologized to Bunduk, “we…”

“Forget it.” Bunduk glanced at the other scouts and waved his hand. “You can explain this to your superior when we return to Drondheim.”

After saying this, Bunduk warned the other soldiers who were resting in the same place, “Everyone, there may be other undead soldiers in the palace. We are still at a disadvantage. We can not let down our guard.”

After a small victory, everyone’s physical strength had reached its limit.

Originally, they should have started searching the palace, but in order to maintain the last fighting strength of the soldiers, Bunduk still ordered them to rest in the same place.

Bunduk and a few familiar subordinates sat cross-legged on the ground and began to discuss how to defeat the lizardmen.

“How many people do we have now?” Bunduk asked.

One of the subordinate officers raised his right hand and replied, “Including the ones in front of the palace, there are still 1,500 people.”

“The lizardmen’s team is about the same as ours, but they are indeed good at close combat. Moreover, based on the terrain outside the palace, they have the advantage,” another officer continued.

“Should we lure them into the palace?” the officer suggested after thinking for a while.

Bunduk raised his head and looked at him, asking, “What can we do?”

“Well, I think we can pretend that we have surrendered. Let one of the undead soldiers lure the lizardmen in,” the officer said cautiously.

“Undead soldiers? How can we have undead soldiers? Even if some of the undead soldiers are still alive. With their consciousness, they won’t understand what we are talking about. They won’t help us,” the officer next to him questioned.

After he finished speaking, everyone else quieted down.

The soldier who gave the suggestion seemed a little embarrassed, but he really didn’t know what to do.

Bunduk felt that the current situation was giving him a headache. He rubbed his temples. The glow from the healing stone in his hand became brighter and brighter. Bunduk immediately felt a warm current flowing into his brain.

A thought also appeared in his mind.

“Fritz, help me find an elven medical soldier. I have something to ask him,” Bunduk said.

The subordinate officer known as Fritz didn’t know what his commander was thinking. He stood up and called for an elven medical soldier and brought him to Bunduk.

Bunduk looked at the elf. After confirming that he was the one from before, he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Comori,” the elf said carefully.

Bunduk took out the small stone from before and continued to ask, “You gave me this medicinal stone, right? How did you guys make such a medicinal stone?”

Comori carefully explained, “In the Elf Kingdom, there are stone mines that produce stones with good conductivity. We will use magic to refine such a one-time medicinal stone.”

Bunduk nodded and continued, “I have seen many warriors of your country and their magic is indeed amazing. However, they each have their own strengths. Your medical soldiers have always been acting as backup. What magic are you good at?”

“Our standard for the selection of medical soldiers is to only allow spirit-type elves to participate in the registration. Everyone’s daily operation is also some spirit-type spells,” Comori replied.

At this moment, Bunduk’s heart was already filled with joy.

He turned around and said to the other subordinate officers, “I’ve found the ‘undead warriors’ who understand our words.”

When they heard this, some of them looked puzzled, but most of them had already figured out the strategy that Bunduk was planning in his heart.

One of the officers hesitated and said, “Commander, do you want the elves to pretend to be undead warriors?”

Bunduk nodded when he heard this and didn’t say anything else.

In his heart, there was something that he needed to confirm urgently.

Bunduk looked at Comori and said, “Then can you show me? What level is your mind spell at?” He was looking forward to it in his heart, according to his past experience, those who could learn a mind-type spell would have a consciousness that was several times stronger than others. The result of this was that most of them could naturally control the consciousness and senses of others.

Although other spellcasters could also learn a little bit of this kind of blindfolded illusion, and thus design some scams.

However, for those who had really tempered their minds since young, it was really nothing.

“Level?” Comori was confused. From the beginning, he didn’t understand much. “It’s just that we can do some recovery treatment and so on.”

“Haven’t you guys learned spells like controlling consciousness?” Bunduk asked.

Comori nodded. “We did, but we only use them to help patients relieve pain and promote nerve recovery.”

“Then you try it. Cover my consciousness with your consciousness. Let me see what you want me to see,” Bunduk said seriously.

“Huh?” Comori was a little surprised. He saw that Bunduk had already closed his eyes. He silently treated Bunduk as an ordinary patient.

When Bunduk opened his eyes and looked at him, the pitch-black palace had already become a sea of colorful flowers.

Everything he heard was the same as the scene.

Knowing that this was an illusion, Bunduk couldn’t help but nod his head in approval.

“That’s enough.”