They killed a lot of undead, but all the team members were killed under the siege of the undead. The wounds on his body were left when he broke out.
The undead again. Why do they say there are undead? Do they think I’m so easy to fool?
The white-haired Prang frowned and stared at the team leaders in front of him with sharp eyes, his gaze sweeping over the bloodstains on their armor.
The bloodstains are real, not smeared by them, but left by injuries after fighting with something.
The first few team leaders had no injuries at all, so White-haired Plan didn't believe them at all and felt that they were making excuses. But the ones in front of him also said that there were undead, so he couldn't help but think about it, after all, these ones were injured.
"You said there are a lot of undead in the passage. How many are there?" White-haired Plan felt that he still needed to take it seriously. If there really were undead, it would still be a troublesome matter. After all, the undead were a legendary race, and they were powerful and terrifying.
He, the white-haired Prang, a city lord with a bright future, would never die in obscurity in a border city. Comilan was definitely not his final destination.
"There are traces of the undead in every passage. We estimate that the number is in the tens of thousands, or even more." The captain of the city defense army said seriously.
"Hahaha, don't say that. Do you think the Undead army is coming out in full force to attack us?" White-haired Prang laughed out loud, not believing what the team leader said.
But soon, his laughter stopped, because the team leaders in front of him looked at him seriously and kept silent.
"Is it true? Do you really feel that the undead army is coming?" White-haired Plan said in disbelief, feeling that fate was playing a big joke on him.
For so many years, the undead have existed in legends and are the bedtime stories of children. Who would have thought that they would appear when he was the city lord? Isn't this asking for trouble!
Several team leaders remained silent. Each of their teams encountered not just a dozen or twenty undead, but hundreds or even thousands. If there were so many undead in every passage, what was wrong with saying that an army of undead was coming to kill them?
White-haired Prang understood what they meant. He took a deep breath and quickly walked to the table. On the table was a parchment map. It was a map of the underground world with various passage cities scattered across it.
"Call all the city defense officers to a meeting, we have enemies." White-haired Prang said as he looked at the map, his mind still spinning rapidly, thinking about what benefits the undead could bring to him.
That's right, he was thinking about the benefits of the undead.
The enemy is not scary, what is scary is that the enemy is not profitable. As long as there is profit, the enemy can also become an excellent partner. This is exactly the thinking mode of Baifa Pulang.
Soon the officers of the city guards gathered in the city lord's mansion. They had heard about the undead, and their expressions were stern, but their hearts were burning with passion. The undead were a legendary race, and they had to see them this time no matter what. The violent factors after being infected by the evil spirit were almost out of control!
After everyone arrived, White-haired Plan retracted his gaze from the map, glanced at the city defense officer, and walked to the front.
"According to the intelligence sent by the city defense team, the undead have invaded our world!"
"We can't let those damn guys do whatever they want. We have to drive them out of our world!"
White-haired Plan raised his head and chest, straightened his body, and spoke passionately to cheer up the city defense troops. The effect was really good. The city defense officers' eyes were shining and they were howling. He was very satisfied and felt that he had succeeded in boosting their morale. These guys had been mobilized by him.
But he forgot that demonized creatures are warlike by nature. Even without his encouragement, these guys would still be thinking about how to fight the undead.
"Although the undead are a legendary race, we are not afraid of them. We cannot let them invade our homeland!"
"Powerful warriors, it's time to show your muscles and strength and let the undead know that they cannot run rampant!"
"Kill them all! Bring back their soul fire!"
White-haired Prang clasped his hands and shouted loudly, looking like a general who also planned to go to the battle with the city guards, but in fact he had no such intention at all.
As the city lord, how can I risk my own life to make Comilan a better place? This is for the people.
He convinced himself easily, without any hesitation.
As for why he was willing to send troops to fight the undead, it was naturally not because of "defending his homeland and driving away the evil undead", but because of the soul fire.
White-haired Prang remembered the legend. According to the legend, the soul fire of the undead can make demonized creatures stronger. This is why he was willing to send troops. In his eyes, the undead are equivalent to a gold mine.
"Kill them all!"
All the city guard officers raised their fists and shouted in unison with excited expressions.
White-haired Prang looked down on them in his heart as a group of mindless battle maniacs, but he pretended to be excited on his face and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go!"
The officers immediately ran out to rally their troops.
The underground city is ruled by demonized creatures, and demonized creatures are basically violent elements, so it is not an exaggeration to say that everyone is a soldier. During the battle, it is always a combination of city defense forces and civilians. Although they are civilians, their combat effectiveness is not weak at all.
According to the plan, civilians usually attack, while the city defense forces supervise the battle from behind and then take the field last.
The gates of Komeilan City were wide open, and teams consisting of hunters, warriors, civilians and city defense forces swarmed out. The number of teams varied, from dozens to hundreds. The specific number of people in a team depended on the personal charm of the team leader.
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