Chapter 543: 543
While Timlad was forced to activate his demon summoning formation to save himself, summoning a furious demon as reinforcements, Starwood City became quite busy .
Everyone knew that the undead would never suffer from fatigue and that they would only keep increasing in number as the living died . The only standard strategy in dealing with an Undead Calamity was to kill the leader . Only by gathering all of the living's elites to assassinate the undead leader would they manage to end the battle before the undead reached an unstoppable critical mass .
And, it seemed that I had indeed successfully taken out the undead's leader by using underhanded means . Yet, this still didn't mean that we had won against the undead .
Legends always ended with how some hero slew some demon or dragon . However, legends would never record the fact that the greatest danger would only begin after the demon king or dragon's death . That was because after the leader's death, all the magical creatures under it would no longer be under its control, and they would begin running rampant .
"As expected, the undead are beginning to scatter… This is the worst possible development . "
Scattering undead were quite difficult to deal with . While a mid-level vampire would only be a slightly durable cannon fodder on the battlefield, that same mid-level vampire could easily become a dangerous serial killer while disguising itself as a human in a human city . And if that vampire hid itself in a small village that only had a simple village militia, the vampire would be dangerous enough to destroy the entire village .
In most areas of the mortal plane, a single mid-level undead would already be tremendously difficult to deal with, and the intelligent high-level undead were capable of killing off entire cities with nothing remaining alive .
Countless mid-level undead had already scattered from the battlefield . Dozens of liches and death knights had run away from the wood spirits' aerial knights . Even the Undead Lords were running away like loser dogs, without caring about their image .
These high-level undead at Legend rank or even higher had all arrived through Conservation's portal leading to the mortal plane . The high-level undead were far more intelligent than average humans, and they would never be foolish enough to keep trying to bash their heads against an iron wall . The high-level undead ran to the wide open plain that was adjacent to Starwood City .
As for me, it was impossible for me to hunt all of them down even though I wanted to . Although our forces were now victorious and had the absolute advantage in the skies, destroying all the undead would still need to take place on the ground . Our wood spirit aerial knights had indeed helped us to obtain overall victory and control of the skies, yet completely mopping up the defeated undead army would still require killing them one at a time . And, our ground forces' numbers were completely insufficient for the task .
Have the wood spirits go down to the ground for a cruel slaughter? Any cornered dog's viciousness would be at its worst . Entering a melee without even preparing defensive measures beforehand? That would be utter cruelty toward the wood spirits who had frail physical bodies .
Even if the wood spirits were victorious on the ground, there would definitely be tremendous sacrifices… I looked over at Amelia, and she directly shook her head for no .
"I can do my very best to help hunt them down . "
Hunting the undead down was alright with her, but Amelia refused to send her wood spirits onto the ground in a direct attack . The mother of the wood spirits refused to have her own people sacrifice too much for the sake of another species .
I understood Amelia's personality quite well . Since she was already "compromising" with me here, it wouldn't even be possible for me to ask for more .
It was evident that the Undead Lords had voluntarily cancelled their control over the low-level undead under their command . The Undead Lords simply gave the low-level undead one order: to run away . The undead, who didn't know fatigue, kept scattering farther and wider as they ran, splitting off into countless directions . The direct armies under these Undead Lords could be considered the elite of the undead army, so if they managed to run off and hide in the mountains to become local bandits or something similar, then the Sala Dukedom would basically be finished regardless of the victory just earlier .
And, there was only one method to deal with this problem . That was right—I thought of a solution already, although it would be rather dangerous .
"It would seem that I can only try to negotiate with Conservation again…"
Undead Emperors controlled their Undead Lords . Undead Lords controlled high-level undead . High-level undead controlled mid-level undead, and mid-level undead controlled the low-level cannon fodder . This caused the Undead Emperor to actually become the weakest point of any undead army . And if I wanted to prevent all the defeated undead from scattering everywhere, negotiating with the captured Conservation was likely my only option .
I took a deep breath and took a step forward into my pitch-black personal world of Hell… and then, not far away in front of me, I suddenly saw a gigantic ice and snow lily beginning to bloom, with countless ice flower petals moving and then splitting off, transforming into meteors that shot directly at me before I could even realize what was going on!
"I'm leaving!"
I managed to react in time to return to the mortal plane with its clear skies and white clouds . And, a certain Gold Elf was clutching my hand worriedly… Why did it make me feel so awkward to see Harloys in such a form? I really should find some excuse to keep her in her silly cat form!
"What was that just now?"
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