The gamers didn't have the means to purify the corpses.
It was just that the hidden War Sacrifice ability in their bodies activated, allowing the Goblin corpses and souls without faith to return to nature in a different way …
Of course, Brin didn't know about this.
Eve disguised the War Sacrificer ability well, so it was normal for the Goblins to treat it as a purification ability.
Hmm, in a sense, it was considered purification, but it was more thorough.
After discovering the secret of the Elves, Brin became excited.
At the same time, the Specter army climbed the Goblins' ladders.
Brin noticed that some of the elves on the city walls had the ability to destroy the ladders before the undead could climb up, but none of them did so.
They … were eager to fight the Specters.
Some of them even guarded the ladders, waiting for the Specters to come up and kill them.
They were a bunch of lunatics …
Brin muttered in his heart.
At the same time, he made up his mind to never become enemies with these fearless and cruel creatures …
The Specters that climbed the city walls started fighting with the Elves.
The sounds of swords clashing on the city walls were mixed with the chanting of spells and the angry shouts of the Elves. The battlefield was in chaos again.
Unlike the Goblins, the Specters were more powerful.
Most of them were between the lower and middle ranks of Black Iron, and they were disciplined like an emotionless army …
The difference between the two sides was obvious at the start of the battle.
Most of the Elves lacked experience in fighting the Specters, and they didn't have the calmness when they slaughtered the Goblins.
Though some of the Specters were beheaded by the Elves, their soulfire extinguished, and they turned into a pile of bones, most of the Specters withstood the attacks …
The undead were simply too resistant to beatings. Even if one of their legs or an arm was removed, it was nothing to them.
Losing a few bones would at most affect their combat power and movement.
If the Specters' vital parts weren't hit, the attacks wouldn't be effective.
In fact, the best solution was to let the Grand Priests use Light Divine Spells to suppress the Specters and destroy their soulfire while their powers were suppressed.
It was a pity that the True Gods of the Spirit World didn't have Light Divine Spells, and the Elves didn't have Priests either …
In the end, besides a few Black Iron warriors who could use their powerful strength to fight, many of the Elves were flustered by the Specters' attacks.
Though the Elves knew how to cooperate, the Specters were also disciplined.
This time, the Specter army's attack was more powerful than any previous attack.
With their superior numbers, the Specters quickly created a gap in the city walls.
They gradually occupied the key areas of the city walls, and the Elves and the Dark Alliance were forced to retreat.
....... More and more Specters's. and the battle, more and more Specters, more and more Specters's's, and the battle became more and more intense …
The city walls of Blade City had completely turned into hell.
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Brin was well aware of the terror of the Specters, but the Elves' 'tenacity was beyond his imagination.
When they were fighting with the Goblins, Brin noticed that the Elves weren't afraid of death or pain.
But when they really fought with the Specters, the shocking scene once again refreshed Brin's understanding of the Elves …
There were elves dying in battle every moment. However, every elf that died in battle fought tenaciously until the very last second before collapsing.
They were fearless in the face of the Specters' attacks.
Even if there were more and more wounds on their bodies, even if they were fatally wounded, the Elves didn't seem to feel pain. They laughed heartily as they fought with the Specters.
Moreover, the more serious their injuries, the more desperate they were in battle. They thought of ways to "bring away" a bunch of Skeletons before they died, as though it would be a loss if they couldn't do it.
At that moment, it was as though they were the real Specters.
When an Elf died in battle, his corpse would be "purified" on the spot.
Nobody cared about the sacrifice of their companions. They only had eyes for the enemy, and their goal was to kill …
As Brin watched the intense battle on the city walls, he admired the strange Elves more and more.
Perhaps they weren't powerful, but they knew how to cooperate. They were tenacious and had high morale.
Such existences might be weak individually, but when they formed an army, they were terrifying.
As time passed, though there were more and more Specters on the city walls, the number of Elves increased as well.
As the injured elves fell, there was a steady stream of new elves rushing over from the city to join in the battle against the undead …
The battle on the city walls turned into a long tug of war. The Elves and the Specters clashed, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
The warriors of the Dark Silence Alliance had been pushed aside by the Elves to provide support.
The war-loving Long Ears charged forward as though they were afraid that the Elves would fight with them.
Looking at the Long Ears that occupied the entire city walls, Brin suspected that all the Elves on the Surface Plane had been brought back by Lord Firebeard …
Though he was in awe of the Elves' fighting spirit and tenacity, he also felt pity when he saw the Elves collapse one by one …
The Elves had long lifespans, and their fertility rate was notoriously low. After this battle, who knew how many Elves would be left?
In fact, Brin felt that the Elves were foolish …
They could have destroyed the scaling ladders while the Goblins were fleeing and trapped the Specters at the bottom of the city walls.
In that case, as long as the summoned undead army ran out of mana, it would retreat on its own, and the elves would be able to avoid too many casualties …
However, they had to fight the Specters head-on.
Although such a choice allowed him to kill more Undead creatures, he had also paid a heavy price.
Brin had witnessed many Elves die in battle.
The remaining Elves continued to charge dauntlessly into the frontlines of the battle.
Lunatics …
They were lunatics!
They weren't afraid of the consequences, didn't care about the losses, and didn't cherish the lives of their companions!
In fact, as time passed, Brin began to worry that these crazy elves would be wiped out by the undead army because too many of them had died.
That was very likely because he could see that the Elves only had killing in their eyes. Besides killing enemies and looting equipment, they didn't care about anything else!
However, he didn't see the number of Elves decreasing. Instead, he saw a sweaty Dwarf soldier running from the city.
The other party brought him a piece of news that shocked him to the core.
"What did you say? The 8,000 sets of equipment in the city have been distributed? "
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