"Bardi has a population of 180, so it's quite easy for them to defeat the undead with their flying dragons. Look, there are armored flying dragons and machine gunners, and human soldiers are everywhere. The undead don't even dare to fight, and their logistics haven't been activated yet. They'll definitely die if this continues …"
"Oh my, they can't be healed to death, how can they be healed to death? Randomly raising flags. Damn it, I'm a professional commentator, alright? How can they be healed to death? Can a professional commentator not understand what's going on? "
"180 against 40, and Bardi has the wood spirits and the Mage Country's allies. Flying dragons in the sky, Holy Knight on the ground, and flying dragons and dogs on the ground. Bardi has the advantage in numbers, so how can they possibly lose? Tell me, how can they possibly lose when they're riding on the face with flying dragons? They can even win by brute force. "
"Take this! Flying dragons ride on the face, they win! They can't possibly lose … impossible … something's wrong, why are they being surrounded? "
"Oh my, come on. Don't rush into a trap, how am I supposed to commentate if you step into a trap? Wait for the undead to come out before rushing. (1 second pause)
I'm riding on the face, what do you mean by riding on the face!! Even if you brute force, you can still win! "
"… Eh? Don't! Hey!! Ah!! Even if the enemy throws a forbidden spell, you still charge! I can't commentate anymore, oh my, this …!!!! "
"… Why is it like this? ~ ~ Don't make it so dangerous ~ ~ Don't harm me, I can't bear such a crime!! I can't bear such a crime!! "
"… Let me calm down, let me calm down, let me calm down … This is an accident … This is definitely an accident … Damn it, this can't possibly happen. Three against one, two hundred people (…) against forty people, how can I stand losing ~ ~ Ah … How am I going to face life in the future? Am I really a jinx? Am I really the King of Toxic Milk?"
When Emperor Halent of the Bardi Empire told me about the situation on the frontlines, I recalled a famous commentary from a certain infamous healer (those who didn't know the joke could search for a story about a poisoned healer or a dragon riding on the face). The fast-paced commentary made me want to laugh, but I couldn't. It was quite difficult to hold it in.
"You didn't receive my information?"
After I reached an agreement with Sandro, I had sent information to my allies, revealing much of the undead army's internal information. It was truly incomprehensible that there would still be a problem with the information.
Halent sighed and shook his head dejectedly.
"It's precisely because we learned that the Undead Emperors aren't on good terms with each other. One Undead Emperor has already gone missing, and two Undead Emperors aren't working hard at all. It's likely that the two Undead Emperors were our mortal enemies last night. That's why we decided to eliminate all of our potential enemies."
Although it was a little exaggerated, the entire battle was developing just as the commentary had said.
Bayer felt that he had a huge advantage. Bayer closed his eyes and sent all his soldiers to attack automatically. Bayer typed GG (Surrender).
Was he courting death? Or courting death? Or was he courting death?
Against an Undead Emperor, I had actually planned on using only conventional military strength. I had intended to overwhelm the Undead Emperors with sheer numbers, and then use multiple armies to charge at the Undead Emperors, only to be annihilated by forbidden spells and ambushes. The frontlines' military strength had been cut short, and I had been forced to retreat over 150 kilometers in one night. I had taken a great deal of damage to the Undead Emperors' morale. In fact, even my arrival had been used as propaganda to boost the Undead Emperor's morale.
And, all of this had happened even though the Undead Emperors were unable to work together as one.
Halent's narration of the battle at the frontlines was gradually reconstructed.
Only two Undead Emperors had participated in the battle.
Undead Emperor Anne Anna, the "Witch of Eternal Slumber" from the Darkness Plane, and Undead Emperor Shupnus, the "Undead Emperor" from the Death Fog Plane, were both of the younger generation among the Undead Emperors. Neither of them had any astonishing combat achievements. At the very least, they hadn't accomplished any astonishing feats in the mortal plane.
It could be said that compared to the other three famous Undead Emperors, most people were underestimating them.
But, they were still Undead Emperors, existences capable of turning the impossible into reality. They weren't famous not because they lacked power, but rather because there was no need for them to display their power.
They didn't do anything unexpected. They still used the classic undead mage combination: a sea of undead with a support spell.
However, what they did was on a completely different level from what ordinary undead mages could do.
First, the Undead Emperors watched as their own army was destroyed by Bardi and led the enemy deeper in. Then, when the tremendous number of human warriors and several dozen Dragons all arrived at the designated location, they started their ambush.
The two Undead Emperors worked together to cast a spell and successfully tore through space, connecting the mortal plane to a certain Undead Plane. Then, a tremendous amount of negative energy surged out, slaughtering all living creatures like a flood. It was a pitiful scene.
This was similar to how Aso had sacrificed his life to forcefully connect the Undead Planes to the mortal plane. The only difference was that the mortal plane's dimensional laws weren't too strict. With two Undead Emperors working together, along with sufficient sacrifices and preparations for the ritual, the ambush location was instantly corrupted into a land of the dead.
But, this was only the beginning. What came next was the usual undead army.
Countless high-level undead walked out from the dimensional cracks. They began chasing after the fleeing living creatures and harvesting their souls.
When the Undead Emperors had come to this plane, they had always come alone. Their armies were just cannon fodder that they could casually summon. But this time, it was two Undead Emperors' personal armies that had come.
Eighty percent of an ordinary undead mage's combat strength would depend on their undead subordinates. And as Undead Emperors stood at the peak of the undead world, they couldn't possibly be commanders without an army.
Just think about Emperor Roland's Red Hunting Hounds. It was easy to see how powerful the personal armies of Undead Emperors who had lived longer would be.
The ambush location was a valley surrounded by mountains. The humans thought that they had trapped the undead in a corner, but they didn't expect that this was actually a death trap.
By the time the sea of negative energy arrived, the complicated mountain terrain made escaping impossible.
In the land of death, high-level undead massacred the humans. They only needed to set up checkpoints in key areas to prevent the humans from escaping, which would cause the living to drown in the sea of negative energy.
There was no need to mention the pitiful situation on the battlefield. Of the 250,000 undead army, less than 50,000 managed to make it back to safety. Of the nearly one hundred dragons that had participated in the battle, only thirty-seven had died. Most of them were young dragons, while half were the newest magical battle dragons.
And this was only the beginning of the trouble. The Undead Calamity that had taken so much effort to destroy had revived. Not only were there large numbers of powerful undead, the brave warriors who had just been on the side of the living had now become cannon fodder for the undead. The newest magical battle dragons had become the undead's armored bone dragons. This was a huge blow to morale.
In this battle, the Bardi Empire had sent several hundred thousand soldiers to the undead army, but it was still a complete loss.
The Bardi Empire had plenty of resources and could afford such losses. In a few months, a new army could be formed, and they could still fight.
After all, the Bardi Empire had been constantly losing over the past few years, so a little while longer wouldn't matter.
But the worst part was that the crushing defeat had come too suddenly. A large number of wounded and deserters appeared on the battlefield. These people escaped to various major territories and cities, which inevitably exaggerated the undead's fearsomeness. After the news spread, the entire country fell into a panic, and everyone was anxious.
My arrival also gave Halent a chance to calm the hearts of the people.
According to his propaganda, I wasn't here on my own. Instead, I was here to help the entire Mist Alliance.
Actually, he wasn't lying. Bardi's defeat had been too sudden, and all the allied countries' reinforcements were already on the way.
By now, I understood what Halent meant. He was putting aside his pride and asking for reinforcements from his allies.
For me, no matter if I should help or not, this was a difficult problem that would give me a headache.
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