The market town in the southeast was considered a trade zone in the outer city of Silverstar City. There were many shops, and it was relatively prosperous.
Bai Xiaowen ordered a few hundred-man teams of the undead army to enter the streets in batches and eliminate the remaining enemy forces. He and the White Phoenix team led two hundred-man teams to the Giant's Toe Tavern in the trade zone.
Bai Xiaowen had no intention of taking all the high level Bosses in the tavern for himself. They were currently in the middle of a fierce battle, so there was no time or space for the White Phoenix party to surround and kill the Bosses. Especially since Bai Xiaowen was the brain of the Undead Army, he had to issue several orders every second to command the Undead Army. Only then could he command the Undead Army with ease. He also did not have the leisure to fight the Bosses for equipment.
The two hundred-man teams of the undead were used to surround and beat up the Bosses.
Bai Xiaowen charged to the entrance of the Giant's Toe Tavern. He ordered a fire, and the blazing flames spread rapidly.
This move immediately forced the adventurers hiding inside, along with the tavern owner and waiters, to come out. The hundred-man teams of the undead flanked them from both sides, and the disheveled adventurers complained incessantly.
Suddenly, a tall man in full armor rushed out from the crowd. He roared and swung his axe, killing two Elite undead in succession.
This was a Level-7 leader. Bai Xiaowen scanned him with Insight. The tall armored man's name was "Alphonso the Unyielding". Evidently, "The Unyielding" was his nickname. Many adventurers who had already made a name for themselves had corresponding nicknames.
Bai Xiaowen fired a shot, and the special effect of Absolon's Blood Essence Stone was triggered. Alfonsol the Unyielding's Health Points plummeted, and he howled in pain. A group of skeleton soldiers surrounded him, and the Elite Spider Demons on the periphery continuously attacked.
Although the undead army's attacks would reduce the value of the loot, and they might not even be able to obtain the treasure chests, Bai Xiaowen was in a hurry. He could not lose the big picture for the small gains. The A-rank hero mission was of the utmost importance.
On the other side, a metal whirlwind rushed out. A skinny man in leather armor with blades all over his body took down seven or eight zombies along the way, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
Bai Xiaowen snorted and raised his hand to summon a Skeleton Swordsman behind him! Almost at the same time, the skinny, leather-armored man appeared in the shadow behind him. He swung his dagger horizontally, but only managed to cut off a handful of bone fragments from the skeletal shield-bearer.
This was another leader-class expert called "Throat Cutter Mengsk". He was an assassin.
Mengsk the Throat Cutter's attack did not hit its target. He quickly scattered a cloud of powder and disappeared again. But in the next second, he was knocked out of his true form by the elite undead that surrounded him.
Agility-type Champions did not have much room to display their abilities in such a densely packed large-scale battlefield, especially for stealth-type Assassins. Being stealth-type Assassins did not mean that they could ignore the impact of collisions! Of course, if one's agility was ridiculously high, such as the Vampire Grand Monarch at night, then it was a different story.
Butcher strode over and activated his Decaying Toxin, causing Throat Slitter Mengsk to receive damage from Bai Xiaowen.
Bai Xiaowen was not after the treasure chest. To him, obtaining the soul essence of the leader after his death was more than enough.
In fact, the number of adventurers and the defeated soldiers of Silverstar City combined was not inferior to the undead army. But the morale of the defeated soldiers was already low. The adventurers and mercenaries were only good at fighting alone, and were not good at fighting in groups. They could only be defeated by the undead army under Bai Xiaowen's command.
Seeing the adventurers fall one by one, and the two leaders also suffered some damage, they suddenly had the idea of retreating. Alphonso the Unyielding activated his Heroic Leap, and Throat Cutter Mengsk used his Shadow Step. They jumped out of the encirclement at almost the same time. Along the way, they chopped down the undead and even the defeated soldiers blocking their way and rushed towards the eastern wall.
"Should we keep them?" Li Shuyi asked.
Bai Xiaowen was just about to use his Deterrence when he suddenly squinted his eyes and waved his hand. "Let them go! There's trouble on the other side of the street. We have to go there immediately. "
A large number of elite Undead soldiers participated in the siege. Even if these two leaders were killed, there would not be much benefit. Moreover, to kill them, the price that the White Phoenix team had to pay — this referred to the cost of mental strength, skill cooldowns, and so on — was not proportional to the benefits.
On the other side of the street, there was a blacksmith shop called "Black Anvil." It looked ordinary, but in front of the shop, there were more than 20 undead soldiers lying on the ground.
A short and stout blacksmith, who looked like an old tree stump, was holding a red-hot steel drill in his left hand and a one-handed hammer that was spitting sparks in his right hand. Beside the old blacksmith were two young men who were pale with fright. They were also wearing blacksmith's fireproof apron, and seemed to be the old blacksmith's apprentices.
"Mr. Guramani, let's run …" The two young apprentices said, trembling in fear.
The old blacksmith ignored the apprentices and blocked the path of the defeated soldiers of Silverstar City.
A thunderous roar sounded. "Don't you feel ashamed to have your back to the enemy in battle? These undead want to take over the entire Silverstar Island! Where do you think you can run to? Gather and get into formation! Follow me and charge at the monsters! Chase these monsters back to hell! "
The old blacksmith, Kolamani, wasn't just talking nonsense. When he saw a group of a hundred undead soldiers chasing after the defeated soldiers, he pounced in front of them like a tiger and let out a thunderous roar that stunned a group of undead creatures. Then, he stabbed an Elite Spider Demon's head with his red-hot steel rod.
The blood mist evaporated, and the elite arachne was killed in an instant. Guramani's body spun like a windmill, and the hammer in his right hand spat out flames, causing the formation of the undead creatures to fall apart.
The defeated soldiers of Silverstar City hesitated and stopped in their tracks, a fire igniting in their hearts.
The men of the north, regardless of whether they were Vikings or not, were not lacking in bravery and fighting spirit. Previously, they had only lost their commander and were beaten into a daze. Now that the old blacksmith was leading the charge, the defeated soldiers immediately found their backbone and charged forward.
More and more of the defeated soldiers of Silverstar City fled here and joined the old blacksmith's team. In less than half an hour, Guramani had gathered more than three hundred people behind him. The undead army of a hundred had been driven out of the area, and the dozen or so undead that stayed behind to cover their retreat had all been killed. In fact, this was the result of Bai Xiaowen's improvisation. Otherwise, the entire army would have been buried here.
"Haha! These monsters are just so-so! " Guramani laughed loudly. He took a copper flask from his waist and gulped down a few mouthfuls of strong liquor. He then sprinkled the rest of the liquor on his wounds and muttered, "It's just a scratch. These monsters shouldn't be infected …"
But in the next second, the smile on Guramani's face disappeared.
Disorderly footsteps could be heard. Skeleton soldiers, skeleton archers, skeleton warriors, and ghosts … Three groups of undead soldiers were approaching from the front.
Behind him, the same disorderly footsteps could be heard. Two blacksmith apprentices ran over with teary faces. "Mister Guramani, the other road is blocked! There are so many undead monsters! "
A pincer attack! Guramani's face was grave. As a veteran, he naturally knew how bad the situation was.
The three groups of undead soldiers in front of him dispersed, and the three members of the White Phoenix Squad appeared.
"A great hermit hides in the city."
Bai Xiaowen sighed. "I didn't expect there to be a leader in an inconspicuous blacksmith shop. You've caused me a lot of trouble, Mister Guramani."
"How do you know my name?"
Guramani was shocked, and he clenched the hammer and drill in his hands.
Bai Xiaowen shook his head and smiled, but did not answer. He seemed a little enigmatic.
"Put down your weapons, and I can guarantee your safety."
"Bah! Who would believe the undead's promise … Eh? No, you three are not undead monsters! You're humans too? " Guramani's eyes widened in disbelief. "Why are you leading the undead to invade our city?"
Bai Xiaowen smiled. "Don't you think Silverstar City needs a new lord? Don't worry, with me restraining the undead, they won't kill indiscriminately. My goal is to replace Aldington and rule Silverstar City. As long as you're willing to put down your weapons and join the Cursing Sect, you'll have a better life than before. "
"I refuse."
Guramani was indeed a leader, and he was not easily fooled by Bai Xiaowen. He said coldly, "Although Aldington isn't a good lord, he's still a human. No matter what, we can still live. If the undead rule Silverstar City, we'll have no choice but to go extinct. "
"What a pity." Bai Xiaowen had the self-awareness of a villain. He waved his hand and said, "Undead army, attack!"
With a flap of its wings, a strong wind blew. Gloria rode the Frost Dragon Sindagosa and swooped down, its two thick bony hind legs making the ground tremble.
"No! Disperse! "Guramani's expression changed.
In the next second, the signature combination skill, Cold Breath and Breath of Death, swept up Guramani and the Silverstar soldiers behind him.
Close to a hundred Silverstar soldiers died, turned into undead by Gloria's cursed blade. They got up and waved their rusty scimitars at their comrades.
Guramani roared, bent his legs slightly, and jumped towards Gloria, smashing his one-handed hammer at Sindagosa's head.
Clang!
The hammer was so heavy that it cracked Sindagosa's skull! Physical damage was secondary, but the flames spurting out of the hammer caused the frost dragon to howl in pain. As a bone dragon whose bones flowed with the cold energy of death, Sindagosa was not only afraid of holy anti-magic damage, but also the violent damage of lightning and fire.
Sindagosa could feel the surging heat seeping into his body through the cracks in his skull, as if a red-hot steel drill had been inserted into his brain.
However, in the next second, a red-hot steel drill really came stabbing at him. Guramani landed on the ground after his hammer hit the ground, and his short and stout body bounced back a second time. The steel drill went through the cracks in his skull, intending to give the bone dragon a hard blow.
Clang!
The steel drill was blocked by the cold skeletal greatsword.
Guramani and Gloria exchanged blows. The former had no place to stand and was sent flying backwards, landing in front of the bone dragon Sindagosa.
Sindagosa did not hesitate and attacked with his claws. Although Guramani crossed his weapons to block, he was still at a disadvantage due to his size. He was smashed into a shop next to him, breaking two pillars.
Gloria's icy blue eyes flashed with a trace of mockery. She grabbed at the air with her armoured left hand. Death's Grip!
The battered and exhausted blacksmith Guramani was dragged back in the air, his body covered with several illusory frost chains, greatly reducing his speed! This was not the end. The injured frost dragon roared and opened its mouth to bite Guramani's body.
Gloria raised the skeletal greatsword with both hands and bent slightly. The blade drew an icy blue arc and slashed at the old blacksmith Guramani's leg.
There was no splash of blood, because the blood had been frozen into ice.
Guramani fell heavily to the ground. He coughed and stood up, but the cursed blade had already added an abnormal status: aging. Under this status, Guramani's attack speed would be reduced by a lot, and the damage he could take would also increase.
Clang! A huge bony claw came down, and Sindagosa stomped Guramani into the ground.
Gloria did not even look and threw her sword. It shot out like a stream of light and nailed Guramani's heart, completely extinguishing the old blacksmith's last trace of life.
From Gloria's appearance to killing Guramani, only a few exchanges had taken place.
Bai Xiaowen was speechless. After Gloria learned the Eternal Enslavement skill and had a skeletal dragon as her enslaved mount, her strength seemed to have surpassed that of a rare commander.
"What a waste. I didn't get the soul essence …" Bai Xiaowen muttered. "Gloria, this wastrel …"
Gloria waved her hand, and the skeletal greatsword returned to her palm as if it had a mind of its own. She raised the greatsword lightly, and the cursed blade activated once more, turning Guramani into an undead.
Unfortunately, perhaps because Guramani's rejection of the undead was too strong, his transformation did not go smoothly after death. He did not become a commander, but a skeleton warrior who had lost his mind. Its stats were comparable to a commander, but it only had a bone race innate skill, so it could be considered a defective product.
However, looking at Gloria's expression, she did not seem to care much. She squatted down and gently brushed her right hand over the skeletal dragon's injured skull. Cold death energy surged, quickly expelling the fire. Sindagosa let out a joyful roar, then flapped his wings and flew up again.
Without Guramani's leadership, the defeated soldiers of Silverstar City once again became scattered sand, and they fell under the butcher's knife of the undead army. However, until the end, no one was willing to respond to Bai Xiaowen's call to lay down their weapons and join the Cursing Sect. Perhaps Guramani's sacrifice had inspired these defeated soldiers.
Bai Xiaowen heaved a sigh of relief. "I keep feeling like I'm the villain …"
The next second, the sound of hooves rang out like raindrops, interrupting Bai Xiaowen's thoughts. It came from the inner city.
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