Jingle's unconscious mockery didn't just bring us huge trouble. At the northern border of the Land of the Specter, Quel 'Thalas was also in an unprecedented crisis.
The baptism of the Divine Power of Life angered all the undead in the area. After Jingle fell into a deep slumber, 70% of the undead in the Land of the Specter started advancing toward the valley where we were stationed. The remaining undead, perhaps due to being too slow, didn't remember the source of this bone-aching power. Instead, they vented their anger on the nearest targets. The most obvious target was naturally the Quel 'Thalas area, where the aura of life was dense.
However, we didn't have too much energy to worry about the safety of the blood elves, because there was an even bigger problem in front of us.
"Right now, all the undead in the Land of the Specter are moving in this direction." Sandora remained calm as she looked at the densely packed red dots gathering on the radar. She pointed at a few obviously abnormal red dots gathering on the holographic projection as she calmly said, "I believe that the Fallen Apostles are adding fuel to the fire. Not only is the Land of the Specter moving in this direction, even the undead of the Eastern Plague are moving in this direction. Although it's impossible for such a large number of undead to be under the control of the Fallen Apostles, it wouldn't be difficult for them to drive away the brainless undead. It seems that even though they're busy activating the gigantic World Circuit, they haven't given up on the opportunity to cause trouble for us. I estimate that in three days, we'll have our first clash with the undead like a tidal wave. In the next week, I'm afraid that we'll have to face an undead army of no less than a million."
A million?
I was shocked by this ridiculous number. What did a million mean? As the saying went, if there were more than a thousand people, they would form a mountain. If there were more than ten thousand, there would be no end. If there were more than a million zombies and skeletons, it wouldn't be a problem for them to fill the entire valley!
However, I knew that this number was rather normal. I was well aware of how big the Land of the Specter was. I could also calculate the population of the high elves who used to live in this land. Under the effects of the undead plague, they had all become undead wanderers. Furthermore, the Fallen Apostles had shamelessly driven a portion of the undead from the Eastern Plague into the Land of the Specter. An undead army of a million was already a rather conservative estimate.
"I think that most of them are just weak wandering skeletons." My sister was always able to analyze the favorable conditions from the terrible situation. "A strong old farmer should be able to deal with those things."
"But they have the advantage in numbers." Sandora rubbed her forehead in confusion. "A million. This is really a headache-inducing number. Although it's impossible to defeat the Imperial Army with those skeletons who can't even be considered cannon fodder, it seems that the Fallen Apostles are determined to stop us before the Circuit of the World is completed."
It wasn't that we hadn't thought of using the special ability of the Mothership to fold all the buildings into a fleet and fly directly into the sky above Undercity. However, it was obviously very foolish to fly the entire army into the heart of the enemy's territory without any support from the logistics base. This world didn't lack air forces, not to mention that the Fallen Apostles had even mobilized an Eternal-level strategic fortress that was hidden in an unknown corner. In a situation where the enemy had the home field advantage, advancing on the ground was obviously much more realistic than advancing through the air.
But now, there were millions of cannon fodder that were gradually blocking our route of advance on the ground.
"Pandora, what's your plan?"
I wasn't a war expert, and it was a pity that in YY novels, as long as one became a main character, even if one had a pig's head, they would immediately be able to grasp advanced commanding skills. So, in this situation, I could only ask an expert.
Pandora looked at me blankly, then lowered her head to fiddle with the huge laser gun in her hand.
… I was wrong. I knew that this seemingly calm fellow was actually a hot-blooded idiot who only knew how to charge and break through enemy lines …
Sandora helplessly looked at Pandora, who had an expression that said, "It's not wise to fight a war of attrition with millions of cannon fodder. We should do our best to avoid falling into such a passive position. At the very least, we can't allow the Fallen Apostles to take advantage of this chaos."
Lin Xue interrupted, "Under our instructions, the Alliance's army has already gathered towards the southern part of the Silverpine Forest and the eastern and western plague areas. They will take advantage of the Undead's movement to attack the Scourge army. This should be able to divert the Fallen Apostles' attention to a large extent. However, the future that I see isn't optimistic. It will be very difficult for the Alliance's army to deal with the Scourge army that has already grown crazily strong. Furthermore, under the attacks of the Mutated Demons and Assembled Demons, the Alliance's army will suffer huge losses."
After a comprehensive analysis, this news wasn't very optimistic.
The Salvation Army was formed to ensure that no matter where a battle broke out in Azeroth, we would have enough allied forces to launch a joint offensive against the enemy. Right now, the Human Alliance was indeed doing so. Unfortunately, the Forsaken, who should have been the strongest allied force in the northern part of the Eastern Continent, had already collapsed due to the civil war. This was something that we didn't expect.
"Cirvanas is here."
Just as we were having a headache over the imminent arrival of millions of Undead and the Alliance's army, Anveena, who was acting as a flower vase at the door, suddenly spoke up.
"I hope I'm not interrupting your meeting."
After entering the room, Cirvanas clearly had a reserved expression on her face. It was hard to believe that even the arrogant and solemn Queen of the Forsaken would speak with such an expression.
This was easy to understand. No matter how noble her identity was, Cirvanas was still influenced by the environment she grew up in. The concept of God had long since been deeply ingrained in her mind. As for our large group of people … Not mentioning anything else, just the presence of Alaya alone was enough to give off a sense of oppression.
Under the influence of such a psychological foundation, Cirvanas naturally felt a trace of unease when she suddenly barged into the 'God's Meeting Hall'.
"You don't look too good." I gestured for Cirvanas to sit down next to me. Then, I suddenly noticed an obvious expression of fatigue on her face.
Cirvanas didn't say anything. Instead, she had a strange expression as she glanced at Jingle, who was tightly clutching onto my clothes and sleeping soundly on my shoulder. Speaking of which, just how long is this little one going to sleep for? Am I supposed to be Little Bean's human hotbed today? "
Seeing Cirvanas' gaze, we simultaneously came to a realization. After all this time, it was all the work of a certain Goddess.
Although the soldiers of the Forsaken weren't directly affected by the storm of life because they were under the protection of the base, it was just like how the testing of nuclear bombs next door would affect one's rest. (Did it only affect one's rest?) Similarly, a storm of life that was destructive to the Undead a few hundred meters away definitely brought Cirvanas and the others a huge 'surprise'.
I awkwardly coughed and put on a serious expression. "What's the matter?"
Cirvanas lived up to her title as the Queen of the Forsaken. At this moment, she had already gotten rid of the restraining feeling she had when she first interrupted the 'God's Meeting Hall'. Instead, she said with a confident expression, "I think I have a way to make the undead that are gathering in the Land of the Ghost change their target."
Cirvanas's words made our eyes light up. That's right. When it came to understanding undead, of course, as the Queen of the Forsaken, Cirvanas had a more thorough understanding. As a veteran undead hero, of course she would know how to deal with a situation where millions of undead went on a rampage together.
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but look at Anveena, who was obediently standing at the door and acting as a tea girl. Purely based on level and power, the little ghost, who had already become a half-angel, was obviously a more powerful undead hero than Cirvanas. But, why did this glowing entity, who should have been very powerful in theory, only treat herself as a background?
Anveena couldn't understand why she was still being attacked even though she was just standing there obediently.
"Most undead don't have their own independent consciousness." Cirvanas obviously didn't notice my interaction with a certain source of light. Instead, she started explaining her plan. "They only act according to their instincts. They instinctively yearn for fresh life and flesh, and they will move towards any target that attracts their attention. That's why the undead in the Land of the Ghost gathered here after their life energy erupted. But, this doesn't mean that they have the ability to think. In fact, because they suddenly woke up from their dormant state and entered a state of movement, they are now even more susceptible to external control. I think I have a way to control a portion of the undead in the Land of the Ghost in this situation."
It was common knowledge that high-level undead could control low-level undead. However, this kind of control had a limit. An ordinary skeleton general could completely control the movements of hundreds of zombies or give vague instructions to thousands of zombies. As for an undead that was almost godlike like Anveena, she could easily command tens of thousands of high-level undead soldiers. However, this time, we had to deal with more than a million enemies …
No matter how powerful Cirvanas was, it was impossible for her to control a million undead, right? She wasn't some lump of ice who specialized in undead control and could control the entire Calamity Army …
"With the help of the Magic Net, I'll be able to do that." Seeing my doubt, Sylvanas immediately said this with a confident expression.
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