Xyrin Empire-Chapter 250 - Attack of the Zombies
Chapter 250: Chapter 250: Attack of the Zombies
Chapter 250 -250: Attack of the Zombies
Dingdang’s unintended taunting had not only brought us massive trouble, but in the northern border of Ghost Land, Quel’Danas, too, had fallen into an unprecedented crisis.
The baptism of Life Divine Power enraged all the Undead Creatures in the region. After Dingdang fell into slumber, seventy percent of the undead in Ghost Land began advancing towards the valley where we were stationed, while the remaining undead, perhaps due to their sluggishness, had unbelievably failed to remember that the pain deep in their bones emanated from that force, venting their fury on the nearest available target instead—Quel’Danas, naturally, replete with the rich essence of life.
However, we really didn’t have much energy to worry about the safety of the Blood Elves, as a greater trouble was unfolding right before us.
“Now all the Undead in Ghost Land are moving in this direction,” Sandora remained calm, her finger pointing at several abnormally clustered red patches on the full-system projection, as she smoothly said, “I believe the Fallen Apostles had a role in this, because it’s not just the Ghost Land, even the undead from the Eastern Plague are moving this direction. Such a vast number of undead creatures, although they can’t all be under the control of the Fallen Apostles, shepherding those brainless undead is not a difficult task. It appears that, even busy initiating the large World Loop, they haven’t missed the opportunity to trouble us. I predict that in three days, we will have our first encounter with the tide-like undead creatures, and in the coming week, we likely won’t be facing any fewer than—a million.”
A million?
I was startled by this exaggerated number. What concept was a million? There’s an old saying—over a thousand, and they form a mountain; over ten thousand, and they have no edge—an inundation of a million zombies and skeletons could easily fill the entire valley!
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But I knew this number was fairly normal. I was well aware of the vastness of Ghost Land, and the population of High Elves who once lived in this land could be estimated; now, under the influence of the undead plague, they had all turned into Undead Wanderers. Adding on the Eastern Plague’s undead forcibly driven by the shameless Fallen Apostles to Ghost Land, a million undead army—this was indeed a conservative estimate.
“I think, most of them are just fragile Wandering Skeletons,” my sister could always analyze conditions beneficial to us, even in terrible situations, “A strong old farmer should even be able to deal with those things.”
“But we can’t withstand such numerical superiority,” Sandora rubbed her forehead, troubled, “A million, is truly a headache-inducing number. Although those worthless bone sticks probably can’t defeat the Imperial Army, it seems the Fallen Apostles are set on stalling us before the completion of the World Loop.”
We had considered using the Mother Ship’s Special Ability to fold all buildings back into the fleet and just fly directly over Dark City, but flying the entire army into enemy territory with no logistical bases was manifestly foolish. This world was not lacking in air forces, not to mention that the Fallen Apostles had also brought an Eternal Level Strategic Fortress hidden somewhere. On enemy turf, advancing on the ground was clearly more practical than by air.
But now, millions of expendable troops were gradually clogging our route on the ground.
“Pandora, do you have any plans?”
I wasn’t a war specialist, and unfortunately, the miraculous event from YY novels where becoming the protagonist turns even a dimwit into a master of advanced command had not happened to me, so in this scenario, I could only consult an expert.
Pandora gave me a blank look, then lowered her head to fiddle with the huge laser gun in her hands.
…I was wrong. Had I known earlier that this outwardly composed person was just a hot-blooded simpleton who only knows how to charge into battle…
Helplessly watching Pandora’s face, which showed a “just let me fight” expression, Sandora spoke, “Fighting a war of attrition with a million expendables is unwise. We should avoid falling into such passivity as much as possible; at least, we can’t give the Fallen Apostles any chances to exploit this chaos.”
Lin Xue interjected, “Under our direction, the Alliance Army has already assembled in the southern part of Silverpine Forest and the East and West Plague regions. They will take this opportunity of the undead moving toward Ghost Land to launch an attack on the Catastrophe Army. This should considerably divert the Fallen Apostles’ attention, but the future I see is not optimistic. The Alliance Army alone will find it tough to handle the crazily fortified Catastrophe Army, and isolated, they will suffer immense losses under the attacks of Mutated and Assembled Demons.”
The overall analysis, this news wasn’t very optimistic.
The Salvation Army was originally created to ensure that no matter where the battles occurred across Azeroth, we would have enough allies to launch a joint assault on the enemies. Now, the Human Alliance was indeed acting this way, but unfortunately, the strongest allied forces in the northern part of the Eastern Continent, The Forgotten, had already been dissolved by civil strife, an unexpected turn of events for us.
“Sylvanas is here.”
Just as we were troubled by the imminent battle between the million dead souls and the Alliance Army at our doorstep, Anwina, acting as a vase at the entrance, suddenly spoke.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt your meeting.”
After entering the room, Sylvanas’s face displayed a restrained expression, making it hard to believe that even the proud and stern Queen of the Forgotten would speak with such a demeanor.
It was easy to understand, even if one held a noble identity, Sylvanas was still influenced by the environment in which she was raised, and the concept of God was deeply ingrained in her mind; and for us, a big group…not to mention anything else, just having Alaya standing there was already oppressive enough.
Under this psychological foundation, Sylvanas naturally felt a bit uneasy about her sudden intrusion into what she perceived as the “meeting of the Heavenly Gods.”
“You don’t look very well,” I signaled for Sylvanas to sit down next to me, then suddenly noticed a clear look of fatigue on her face.
Sylvanas kept silent, but weirdly glanced at Dingdang, who was fast asleep on my shoulder, clutching tightly at my clothes—how long is this little thing going to sleep? Do I have to serve as Dou Ding’s human warm bed today?
Seeing where Sylvanas’s gaze had lingered, we also understood in our minds: it turned out that it was indeed a certain goddess’s doing.
Although the soldiers of the Forgotten were protected within the base and not directly affected by the Life Storm, a devastating Life Storm happening just a few hundred meters away, much like a neighboring nuclear bomb test impacting one’s rest (just an impact on rest?), brought a huge “surprise” to Sylvanas and her companions.
With an awkward cough, I put on a serious face and asked, “Is there something the matter?”
Sylvanas, truly worthy of being the Queen of the Forgotten, had already shaken off the initial restraint from interrupting the “Heavenly God meeting” and confidently said, “I think I have a way to divert the target of the undead creatures gathering in the Ghost Land.”
Sylvanas’s words gave us a flash of realization—of course, when it comes to understanding undead creatures, Sylvanas, the seasoned undead hero and Queen of the Forgotten, certainly had a deeper understanding and might know how to deal with the situation of millions of undead creatures rampaging.
Thinking this, I couldn’t help but turn my gaze toward Anwina, who was dutifully standing at the door playing the role of tea-serving maiden. Considering level and strength, Anwina, having become a Half Angel, was clearly a more formidable undead hero than Sylvanas, but why would this theoretically powerful luminary only use herself as a backdrop?
Anwina expressed great perplexity at being targeted despite just standing there honestly.
“Most of the undead do not have independent consciousness,” Sylvanas began explaining her strategy, clearly unaware of the interaction between me and a certain source of light, “They act on instinct, instinctively crave fresh life and flesh, and will move toward any target that captures their attention. Therefore, the undead of the Ghost Land gathered here after the explosion of life power, but this does not mean they have the ability to think. Due to being suddenly awakened from dormancy to active state, they are now even more susceptible to external influence. I think I should be able to control some of the undead in the Ghost Land under these circumstances.”
It’s common knowledge that higher-level undead can control lower-level ones; this control, however, has its limits. A typical Skeleton General could completely control the actions of a few hundred zombies or issue more vague commands to a few thousand zombies, and a near-God level undead like Anwina could easily command tens of thousands of High-level Undead Soldiers, but this time, the enemy we are facing numbered in the millions…
Sylvanas is powerful, but could she control a million undead? She’s not a certain Ice Block, specializing in undead control and capable of commanding the entire Catastrophe Army at once…
“If I use the Magic Net, I can do it.” Seeing my doubts, Sylvanas immediately said this with a confident expression.
