Chapter 718 - Ambush (II) (1/2)

Chapter 718: Ambush (II)

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Rhode observed the black figures from the high cliff. Even though they were as small as sand, Rhode wasn’t as short-sighted as ordinary humans after transcending into the Legendary Stage. He quickly recognized their formation.

Just as he had predicted, the pitch-black, shriveled Ghouls and Skeleton Cavalrymen were the main scouts. They were led by a Death Knight in pitch-black armor and a human-like figure clad in tattered black robe stood in the middle amongst the Skeleton Cavalrymen. Even though Rhode couldn’t see the figure’s appearance clearly, it was apparent from the white staff that it was a spellcaster. Four translucent spiritual creatures drifted around it and they were the most common scouts in the Undead Army—Specters. These convenient creatures were the favorites of the Undead Army.

“How strange…”

Frederick knitted his brows and put away the monocular in his hand. He patted his head dubiously.

“Strange? What’s strange?”

Bayer took over the monocular and leaned back on the boulder. He curled up in the shadow to avoid direct sunlight from being reflected off the monocular lenses. They were here to ambush and not to be discovered by the enemies.

“Hmm… The Undead Creatures appear rather listless as though plants drying up from the scorching heat of the sun.”

What an interesting analogy.

“Mr. Frederick is right.”

Rhode smiled inwardly. In fact, this was the truth. Apart from the Liches who were surely in the Legendary Stage, the other creatures were about level 50. However, perhaps their levels weren’t even above level 40 now because, as soon as the Undead Creatures entered his territory, they were instantly weakened by the enchanted field of the Holy Maiden Statues. This was also another reason why the Undead Army feared approaching the fortress. The three Holy Maiden Statues were laid out in a triangular position and he ensured that his fortress was within the overlapping enchanted fields. In other words, the closer the Undead Army approached, the weaker they would be. The Undead Army had realized this, which was why they took the long route.

But Rhode was clear that the Undead Army was like blind men who lit candles. The mountains extending from Land of Atonement reached the Wind Canyon and the enveloping range of the three Holy Maiden Statues had shrouded the entire front line. Strong gust of wind blew 365 days a year in the Wind Canyon. The Undead Army would be out of their minds if they wrapped around the fortress, headed for the Wind Canyon, and attacked from there. Moreover, they would reach others’ territory if they headed even farther, which meant that they abandoned the Paphield-Grenbell battle line and was favorable for Rhode. It wouldn’t be his concern if the other battle lines were overwhelmed by the Undead Army. He was only the overlord of a territory and not the king, after all.

But Rhode knew that this was wishful thinking. How would the Undead Army possibly abandon this battle line?

“Go according to plan.”

Rhode turned around and gestured.

“Sir Bayer, lead your men and follow Senior Heart to the left. You will see a ditch where it leads to the Undead Army’s rear. They will retreat instantly once they discover that something is wrong. You guys need to move fast to prevent accidents. I will lead the others and launch attacks from the front. We will work together and surround them.”

Rhode drew a circle on the map.

“We’ll strike if the Undead Creatures flee, but you’ll wait for my orders if they stay. Understand?”

“No problem, Sir Overlord.”

Frederick lifted his sword and nodded with a grin. It seemed that he was itching to get on with it. He turned to Rhode curiously.