After the Undead Emperors gave the urgent order to gather together. The undead armies ended their vacation. If one looked at the real world as a map, they would see countless black dots gathering at a certain location. The undead armies were currently gathering in a canyon more than a hundred kilometers away from the wood spirits' camp.
The undead's roars reverberated through the air as the Undead Lords communicated with each other through soul fluctuations. While the Undead Lords were afraid of the Undead Emperors' rage, they were also secretly delighted to see Davey fall out of favor.
Leading the undead armies back to the world that originally belonged to them and reestablishing their own country was a dream that every ancient undead couldn't refuse. Even Aso was unable to resist such a temptation. And while the Undead Emperors were restricted by the dimensional laws of the mortal plane, the highest glory fell upon the despicable Demonic Ghosts.
That's right, Davey was Aso's favorite student, but he was still a Demonic Ghost. He was an ugly, stinky low-level undead ghoul that crawled on the ground with a hunched back.
The Undead Lords had their own pride. Most Undead Lords were born as high-level undead such as skeleton mages, liches, and banshees. They had always viewed zombies as brainless, lowly slaves, and would never tolerate a low-level Demonic Ghost climbing over their heads.
Most undead worlds weren't so peaceful. Souls were the foundation of an undead, and devouring souls represented the highest law of survival of the fittest. The undead's method of resolving disputes was simple, crude, and effective — directly destroying their opponents.
Submit? Die? This was the typical choice of the weak in the undead world.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Undead Emperors had forcefully forbidden the undead from fighting amongst themselves in the mortal plane, no matter how powerful Davey was, he would have been challenged to the point of death by other Undead Lords of the same power level no matter how strong he was. And right now, the Undead Lords were excitedly discussing how to drag Davey down and make him lose his composure in battle. Then, they would save the day and use their military achievements to drag Davey down from his high horse.
Of course, for Davey, this was pressure and threat, but also motivation and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
If Davey was able to prove his abilities in this battle, with the Undead Emperors' support, he would be able to stabilize his position as the supreme commander of the mortal plane and become the number one individual below the Undead Emperors.
This was the trouble a general had to face, especially when he had to face all kinds of miscellaneous soldiers from all over the world.
This was a bad habit of the military, or perhaps it could be called an unspoken rule. Even the Undead Emperors outside the dimensional barrier could only tacitly agree to this collective behavior of the Undead Lords. Of course, this would only be limited to this one time. As long as Davey could prove his own abilities, the other Undead Lords would have to maintain the most basic level of respect and obedience. Only then would Davey truly be able to take his position.
However, the most difficult part would be the first time. At the very least, right now, Davey was furious at the Undead Lords' obvious procrastination.
"Lord Zhen Mu said that he has diarrhea today. It seems like he is suffering from food poisoning."
Let's not talk about how a Lich could eat. He was already a skeleton with no guts or intestines, so how could he be poisoned?
"Great Sovereign An Yin said that his wife is about to give birth, and he hopes to receive forgiveness."
Alright then, this headless Knight actually had the ability to reproduce, had a wife, and was even able to give birth … If it wasn't for the fact that this Knight's body structure was special, or that he was simply spouting nonsense, it was likely that some kind of love story would begin.
"Duke Cami said that the sun is too strong today, and that he'll get sunburn as a Blood Tribe member."
A Duke-level Blood Tribe member was actually afraid of the sun? This was probably the newest discovery of the year. However, the person who came to report this despite the sun was actually a newbie Blood Tribe member? Duke Cami, were you waiting for Davey to comment on this?
"Lord Gray Undead said that an adventurer team has found his lair, and that he's taking his treasure trove and moving it overnight."
The Undead Lords' excuses were completely insincere, nor did they try to hide anything. It was obvious that they were trying to make things difficult for their new boss. However, Davey, who hadn't stabilized his position yet, could only endure it. Right now, all the Undead Lords were obviously asking him to prove his abilities. If he tried to use the name of an Undead Emperor to pressure them, it would instead make him seem useless.
Since the Undead Emperors didn't have absolute authority, the Undead Lords were all on equal footing, making it difficult for anyone to go up against them. Back when Yongye "died in battle," the Yongye army immediately started a civil war. This wasn't without reason.
It wasn't that there weren't any Undead Lords who believed in Davey and volunteered to help him at such a critical moment. However, Davey still had the disadvantage of having insufficient military strength.
And so, Davey could only forcefully hold on with his direct subordinates. When he thought about the two top-level Undead Lords who volunteered to help him, he became filled with confidence again.
Meanwhile, a certain someone … yep, I was referring to myself. However, it was impossible for me to think so far ahead. It was just that it was rather strange that there weren't as many undead as I had expected.
"Hey, are we really alright like this?"
Meanwhile, in the temporary undead camp, I was wearing a black cape and surrounded by black mist. I was doing my best to look like an evil villain boss.
That's right, I had managed to sneak in with no difficulty at all. I had managed to sneak in just like that.
Originally, I had expected to meet with a fully organized undead army. At that time, the little bit of manpower I had would only be able to be used as cannon fodder or a small ambush squad. However, when I ambushed a corpse wizard Lord, I unexpectedly discovered that the undead army was disorganized. In order to deal with this calamity, the current leader of the undead army was willing to take in any undead.
And so, I brought a few skeleton soldiers with me to sneak in. I then discovered that there was no one here to check on me at all, so I unhesitatingly had all of my undead army join the undead wizard Lord under my control.
"Damn it, there are so many undead mages! How many points is this? I can exchange for as many shiny things as I want!"
As for my teammates … fine, I meant those troublesome undead mages, they were all in high spirits as they looked around at the undead camp.
My Perfect Undead Gift Pack had the power of death attached to it. Even if undead mages sensed me, I would definitely be more like an undead than a true undead. I definitely wouldn't have to worry about being discovered, provided that the undead mages weren't too ridiculous …
"Would you like a cup?"
"Can I? It's red? Is this a tomato drink? "
"Hah, you're so humorous."
Hey, hey, hey, didn't pretending to be a Blood Tribe member make you drink blood? Can you even drink blood? Tsk, as expected, you spat it out. What a waste.
"What? You want fake teeth? Actually, I have some freshly plucked golden teeth here, but they're a little expensive … "
Could it be that priests of the Goddess of Wealth could even earn money from the dead? Damn it, there was actually the Light of God's Blessing? My act of selling fake teeth to zombies had been approved by the Goddess of Wealth? Could this be the new path of wealth? Hey, hey, hey, could priests and Goddess of Wealth have some morals!?
"Cheers! Ah Gen, why did you lose so much weight again? "
My dear dwarf lady, it's already ridiculous enough for undead to get drunk and go crazy. You're not seeing Ah Gen, but a skeleton elf that only has bones left. How could I not lose weight? Stop pouring wine for skeletons, it's already leaking out from their jaws. What a pity … Damn it, why was I so foolish as to pretend to be a lich? I can't even drink wine now!
Still, it was no wonder that they were so happy. After all, we had just killed an Undead Lord. If we sold the spoils of war, even if we didn't count them as Justice Points, we would still be able to earn quite a bit.
How did we kill him? The lich had simply brought him into that unlucky skeleton general's camp. He had first set up a soundproof barrier, then ambushed the skeleton general and killed him with a single slash. It was that simple.
Just like how Betty and the others had never expected that there would be undead spies among the living, the great majority of the undead would never have expected that there would be living ambushes among the undead.
As long as an ordinary Undead Lord got close to me, I was confident that I would be able to defeat it within ten seconds. Then, I would forcefully sign a contract with the undead and turn their troops into my backup force.
"We've already ambushed three Undead Lords. If this continues, it'll be easy for something to go wrong."
"It's fine. They're just noobs who barely reached high-level. It'd be a stretch to call them Lords, so it won't affect them at all. It's still too early for that. I'm still planning on digging up more cannon fodder before the battle begins. Right, has Ah Gen returned yet? Is there any news? "
"… No. From the very start, I felt that it was unreliable for him to go scout. You know how skilled he is as a thief …"
"Wait a moment, weren't you the one who told him to go scout? That's what he said. "
Alright then, it was now time for Betty and me to stare at each other in shock. It would seem that this seemingly honest barbarian Ah Gen wasn't lacking in slyness. Not only that, this seemingly honest barbarian Ah Gen didn't have any ill intentions when it came to swindling people. Even someone as experienced (and sly) as I was would fail miserably if I wasn't careful.
* Bang! *
The sound of something crashing outside caused us to relax slightly. Ever since I watched "Robin Hood, Peter Pan's Roland Version", this barbarian would always hop when he walked. Along the way, he toppled more than ten tents, more than thirty trees, dug more than a hundred holes, and got stuck in a mud pit twice to ask for help. But the most ridiculous part was that he actually jumped out of a hot spring …
Cough, judging from this sound, this barbarian thief who had successfully swindled us had returned alive. It seemed that he had completed his mission well and was in a good mood.
"Brother Roland, I met two strong men who were even stronger than me! I just arm-wrestled with them and lost. You're stronger than me. Come, let's go take revenge! "
"Arm-Wrestle? Strong men? Wait a moment? There's someone alive here!? "
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