The six peasants could only accept this desperate reality, but their loyalty collectively dropped by ten points.
Lin Rui shook his head helplessly. This world is mostly filled with fools. Even though they know this is the best deployment, they still harbor resentment. Do they think they’ll be safer at the front lines beside the Knights?
No, they would only die faster.
In battle, the densely packed wild monsters, any one of which could take their lives. The Knights at most can protect one or two people, but all six of them together would have a higher chance of dying.
"Lusen, take Amos and do your best to protect her. The rest of you come with me to observe the battlefield situation." Lin Rui commanded calmly, with all troops joining the battle.
If we can’t protect the six farmers, we must at least ensure we can gain compensation from the wild monsters. Like the fisherman who reaps the benefits when the snipe and the clam fight.
Moreover, Lin Rui also hoped to find the eerie information hidden in the shadows on these six farmers.
Hiding under the crown of a tall tree, Lin Rui took in most of the battlefield with his view. The scale of this battle was indeed not small, with thousands on each side, hidden by the dense forest, making it impossible to see the edges.
However, the situation was clear: the Green-skinned Orcs’ Green Tide was about to drown the Undead skeleton frames.
These Green Skins are purely idealistic, and the strong ones are completely unreasonable. The more of them there are, the stronger "My Power of Thought" becomes. For instance, in front of us, the Green-skinned Tribe’s Power of Thought is "I think painting my whole body red will make me faster." And they indeed become faster.
The advantage of the Undead is their fast replenishment; they have no stamina, and can endure. As long as the Necromancer still has magic power, they can continuously raise the skeletons for battle.
But the problem with this Undead group is that they are too few in number, unable to form a Sea of the Dead, and the commander doesn’t seem very smart, failing to display the strength of advanced undead units.
For instance, a zombie wielding a purple long blade has high attack power, capable of dismembering a Green-skinned Orc in one or two strikes. The purple blade glows in arcane swipes across the night, admired by the Knights.
Yet this Undead commander doesn’t know how to create an output environment for it, letting other skeletons block for it.
Just taking such a fierce unit and going for a stubborn fight. The zombie gets knocked down, and the Undead commander reanimates it, sending it back to bathe in the sea of enemies.
"Find the Green-skinned Warlord and kill him. Help balance the situation in favor of the Undead. Otherwise, once the Undead are all chopped to pieces, facing these hundreds of Green Skins alone won’t end well for us."
A few Knights spread out to search, and soon Lance returned, saying, "Lord, we found him. The Green-skinned Warlord is at nine o’clock position, the biggest one."
The power division within the Green Skins is straightforward: a Warlord with countless beastmen fighting everywhere.
If they win, they excitedly continue fighting forward, attracting more and more Green-skinned Tribes and Warbands to gather, and once their numbers sufficiently rise, they’ll launch a massive "waaagh" that makes every Green Skin tremble with excitement, destroying all civilizations in their path.
If they lose, they return to fighting internally until a bigger and stronger beastman emerges, becomes the new Warlord, and continues leading them to conquer enemies. So, in most cases, the Green-skinned Warlord is the strongest and tallest within the tribe.
It’s apparent that the Warlord’s power is closely related to the number of its followers; the more followers, the stronger its power.
This Warlord has less than a thousand followers and is an Elite-level Wild Monster, not exceeding limits in strength.
Lin Rui pressed Amos’ neck, making her crouch beside him to hide, then waved his hand for the five Knights to charge toward the Green-skinned Warlord during the battlefield chaos.
Since Amos had recharged him once, Lin Rui’s Spiritual Energy was quite abundant. He injected a dose for each of the five Knights, enhancing all their damage, speed, and endurance by 10%. Their output soon became substantial, quickly cutting through the crowd to appear near the Green-skinned Warlord.
Roger took over command from Lin Rui, with the five Knights taking turns using their skills; there was nothing complex about it. They endured the beastmen’s damage, trading blow for blow, forcefully taking down the Green-skinned Warlord.
With Lin Rui healing them from behind, the blue-glowing Ice Needles pierced through the darkness like lightning, stabbing the Knights accurately in their waist, keeping them relatively safe.
Soon, the system notification sounded from Lin Rui’s end: [Ding, your Elite Knight subordinate Roger has slain a Wild Monster · Iron Hand Tribe Green-skinned Warlord. As the Lord, you gain 10% experience. Experience +500.]
The five Knights, having killed the Green-skinned Warlord, immediately withdrew from the Green-skinned mob. The ordinary Green-skinned boys couldn’t stop them, only hacking towards them with all their might.
Thanks to the shields, the five Knights finally managed to escape without much risk, although they were all left with critical health, as long as they didn’t fall, Lin Rui could quickly bring their health back up.
Amos squatted nearby, watching anxiously and tremblingly asked, "Are you always so ruthless in battle? It’s so reckless, what if you die on the battlefield?"
Lin Rui glanced at her, "Chill out. Perhaps it could offer the Necromancer some decent summoning material."
Other Knights laughed, and Roger handed a battle axe to Lin Rui, saying, "Lord, this is the Warlord’s battle axe, left on the battlefield. It looks quite exquisite, so we brought it back."
Lin Rui felt quite gratified; the Knights’ bloody battle was not in vain.