Su Li felt that this Undead Mage was more like the tabletop gas he encountered in his previous life. An Undead Mage hypothetically has 200 points of magic power, and he has to figure out how to arrange a troop system himself. High-tier, powerful troops might consu magic where just one Corpse Demon Knight can cost up to 10 points, while a squadron of ordinary zombies or skeleton spearn might only need 10 points total.
As the undead under its control grow stronger, it must constantly increase its black magic energy, almost pathologically pursuing the secrets of death and imrsing itself in death magic, only by doing so can it avoid the backlash from the monsters it summons.
And long-term contact with dark magic is bound to cause the body to beco cadaverous: skin pale and dry, emitting the stench of grave soil, even needing to rely on a black magic pool to slow aging.
The use of magical power in this world is very dangerous, with Jade Mages using the Wind of Jilun over long periods typically getting skin that’s dry and bark-like, and in severe cases, they might directly turn into ancient trees. Without a doubt, people who use black magic almost invariably face a terrifying end, with ominous late years.
This leads them to be even more crazed and obsessive in their hatred for the living, wanting to vent their resentnt upon them.
Demster continued, "Lord, our intervention in the Undead Mage’s plot will inevitably lead them to bear a grudge against us. Next, Night Wanderer Corpses may likely co to our territory."
Before Su Li could respond, a loud voice sounded nearby.
The chief of the Gray Rock Clan, Gesen, brandishing a war axe, was in high spirits, exhaling a strong barley beer scent: "Oh, listen, my big friend, put your mind at ease! You sent knights to help us cleanse the Ancestral Holy Tombs, ensuring the peace of our ancestors. Everyone in the Gray Rock Clan owes you a great debt of gratitude!"
"By Gronni’s beard, as long as the forge burns and the war song echoes, the warhamr of the Gray Rock Clan remains forever with you. No matter what monsters and chaos demons you face, just send a swift ssenger, even if you challenge the Great Demon of the Chaos Evil God, I will lead 4000 Heavy Armor Rock Breakers, bearing war axes to chop it upside down!"
Hearing Gesen’s promise, Su Li was imdiately overjoyed, this signified securing an imnsely strong external aid for him and his territory, a friendship that could last hundreds, if not thousands, of years!
No matter what crises Hesse Castle faces, even if besieged by a hundred thousand Chaos Army or hordes of beastn, when no soldiers remain, and re survival is at stake.
By dispatching an envoy to Gray Rock Castle, there the Dwarf Lord would promptly rally all able-bodied n, armor-clad and hamr-wielded, risking no danger to form a heavy-infantry force of thousands, rushing to aid Hesse Territory.
The Dwarven vow is undoubtedly trustworthy, they regard oaths and honor above their own lives!
Su Li imdiately extended his hand, gripping Gesen’s right hand firmly, solemnly saying, "Helping the dwarves is also the doctrine of the Imperial Congress. We will stand with Gray Rock Castle, jointly resisting the evil forces of the Hesse foothills and the entire Border Prince’s Territory."
Gesen also grasped Su Li’s right hand tightly, then vigorously slamd it against his own mighty chest.
This alliance will undoubtedly significantly boost the strength of the Justice and Order Faction beneath the Gray Mountain Range.
If Hesse Castle, Gray Rock Castle, and Redbeard Castle fight together, in extre cases, they could directly mobilize over ten thousand elite infantry and cavalry!
Facing the massive siege of the Evil Legion, such a fight to the death would greatly enhance the chances of victory for our side.
And if an expedition is needed, without affecting production, the three can easily mobilize a force of 3000～5000. Then, 2000 elite heavy armored dwarf infantry, along with 500 artillery, firearms soldiers, and 1000 human elite heavy armored cavalry, could effortlessly crush nurous evil minions, nipping the threat of chaos and monsters in the bud.
Night Wanderer Corpses undoubtedly align well with this goal, Gesen solemnly said, "My big friend, had you not dispatched the Divine Chosen Knight of Mole, defeating this squad of Night Wanderer Corpses would not have been easy. Inside were 5 magic-wielding Corpse Demons, and 2 championship-level Undead Knights, without using artillery to destroy the Ancestral Tombs, we would have faced great losses."
Upon being praised, Demster perked up imdiately, "Death as the wind, always by my side. Where I am, these maggot-ridden things turn to ashes! But it seems they’ve really dug up a lot of your dwarven ancestral graves, upon turning to ash, they left behind over 30 vibranium weapons. You dwarves are truly rich, even the poorest dwarf is several tis wealthier than the richest human lord."
Gesen’s face turned black at once, barely containing his anger, veins bulging on his forehead, eyebrows and beard trembling fiercely: "You human whelp, if you can’t speak sensibly, don’t speak! What do you an by digging up our ancestral graves? It’s them who stole and desecrated our ancestors!"
If not for Demster’s trendous grace toward the Gray Rock Clan, with Gesen’s rigid and irritable temper, he would have already raised his axe against his head.
But Demster paid it no mind, waving a hand, "Hey, isn’t it all the sa? You ought to learn more from Mole’s followers, treating death with equanimity."
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