Chapter 768: Chapter 359: Allies and Enemies (Part 3)
Eriv stood up and helped Azeryan, who was kneeling on one knee to apologize, brushing off the young man’s shoulder robe with his pale palm, looking serene.
“No need to mind, those who step onto the battlefield, regardless of status, have already put life and death aside, let alone your father’s state at that time, which I have personally experienced. If blame is to be laid, blame it on this fickle fate, and… those damned demons you speak of.”
Eriv sighed and warned, “But you must understand, your father’s sanity is unpredictable, he is tormented by a terrible power. If Charlemagne loses control, I will not only be unable to protect you but also unable to defy his orders… Do you still insist on going?”
Azeryan, now standing, nodded firmly, “I must completely redeem him before my father makes a bigger mistake.”
“Alright, then three days from now, Charlemagne plans to gather the army at Scorpion Valley and launch a new round of offensive southward towards the Urian Prairie.” Eriv looked at Leon.
“Be ready, and depart with me when the time comes.”
On the eve of departure, Leon left Lokhak and David and others behind to lead the Knight Order waiting for his return.
Although the big guy was somewhat displeased about not being able to go to protect his dear friend, knowing the limited space on the Griffin saddle, he could only lament about eventually getting a flying riding beast himself, muttering reluctantly as he stayed in the Suburb of Chiatus.
The Corpse Ghost Army commanded by Eriv gathered on the wilderness outside the Mountain City at night, marching mightily towards the southeast Morag County, heading for “Scorpion Valley.”
Leon and the two others mounted the Griffin and Stormhawk, hanging in the high skies behind the Undead Army, following Azeryan’s tracking rune for guidance, trailing all the way.
Though the movement speed of the undead corpse ghosts was not much different from a living army, an army of the dead does not sleep or rest, needing no supplies, making their strategic mobility much more efficient than ordinary armies.
In just a single day and night, they reached the border of Kantadar.
Far away, witnessing the Undead Scorpion-tailed Lions circling above the vast sea of corpses, Leon dared not be careless and ordered Death Claw to ascend to the highest altitude Eagle Xiao An could reach to hide.
Suppressing his inner worries, Leon prayed for a smooth meeting between Azeryan and his father while memorizing the composition of the undead army he saw during this expedition.
Among the undead, perhaps some individuals learned lessons from internal undead wars, thus improving the weapons of ordinary corpse ghosts. For instance, in Eriv’s large army, he saw a large number of low-level living corpses no longer merely unarmed relying solely on claws,
Many ordinary corpse ghosts had their arms fitted with three-pronged claws, undoubtedly greatly enhancing the combat lethality of the undead, who had no martial arts skills in life.
Especially under the current premise where the magic of the cloudy netherworld does not exist, this compensated for the reduction in combat strength due to decreased liveliness among the corpse ghosts.
But who, then, is forging these iron weapons for the undead army?
Is it the ordinary living people protected under Eriv’s rule? Or could there be undead craftsmen capable of making tools and weapons?
Indeed… Without the ability to create tools, who was it that crafted the Soul Bell Altars within those undead strongholds and the Soul Bell Corpse Wagons that have been laying siege everywhere?
Leon suddenly raised an eyebrow.
If these tireless undead can create tools and buildings… doesn’t that mean they can also engage in the less demanding work of farming??
Countless bold ideas surged uncontrollably into Leon’s active mind.
But… this thought, from a moral standpoint…..
Isn’t it a bit… too hellish?