"What? What did you say? The soul fire was taken away, and so many people died?" The white-haired man from the City Lord's Mansion roared and roared at the city defense officers, furious.
The officers all lowered their heads, and no one said a word. They didn't want to throw themselves forward at this time, so they just listened to the lecture honestly. Everyone knew that Baifa was an emotional person. Whoever approached him when he was angry would be in trouble.
After withdrawing the troops, the city defense forces counted the number of people and found that there were thousands of casualties. Although most of them were ordinary civilians, this number of casualties was enough to frighten them, and they hurried to the city lord's mansion to report.
Baifa originally thought that if he could get the soul fire of the undead, it would not matter even if some civilians were harmed, after all, it would be beneficial. But now the soul fire has been eaten on the spot. Not only did he not bring it back, but he also lost thousands of people. He was getting restless.
The underground world is inhabited by demonic creatures, but precisely because they are all demonic creatures, they worship power more than normal creatures on the ground. The hatred between cities is deep, and wars break out from time to time. Every civilian is a precious treasure in the city.
The size and population of an underground city are the fundamental basis for measuring the strength of a city. Once a city suffers a large number of casualties, it will not face assistance from other cities, but ruthless attacks, and the demonized creatures will not show any friendship to you.
There are only more than 100,000 people in Komeilan University. The loss of several thousand at once is enough to make Baifa heartbroken.
After roaring for a long time, the white-haired man's throat became dry. He grabbed the wine glass and took two sips of wine. He let out a long breath, straightened his clothes, and combed his hair in front of the mirror. Finally, he suppressed the anger in his heart and returned to his gentlemanly appearance.
"What about the undead? How many people did they lose?" The white-haired man returned to the officer and asked with a cough.
"Probably tens of thousands of casualties." An officer looked up and said.
Um?
The undead suffered greater losses than us, which is fine. He also has a way to explain to the residents of the city. If they lost thousands of people and the enemy only lost a few, the residents of the city would definitely make trouble, and it would be difficult to resolve the situation.
More enemies died than our own people, and those who came back absorbed the soul fire and gained the advantage. I think the residents in the city should not cause trouble.
Being a city lord is not that easy. In Baifa's eyes, the demonized creatures are all troublemakers. If you make those guys unhappy, they will surround the city lord's mansion and shout for fighting and killing.
With the city defense army, Baifa is not afraid of fighting with the residents. He is confident that he can suppress the civilians of Comelan. However, after the suppression, big problems will arise, and they will become disunited. Being able to suppress is one thing, but whether he can prevent civilians from running to other cities is another.
So even if he has enough power to suppress them, he still has to coax these unruly people to prevent them from causing trouble.
"How many undead are there in the passage?" asked the white-haired man.
"There are many more." The officer thought for a moment and said.
"Specific numbers, damn bastard, I need specific numbers!" The white-haired man put his face in front of the legion and said fiercely, spraying saliva in the officer's face.
"Um... maybe tens of thousands." The officer said hurriedly.
They didn't know how many undead there were. After fighting for a whole day, they still hadn't seen where the undead came from. They only concluded from the information reported by each team that there were at least tens of thousands of undead in the passage.
But even so, the white hair was shocking enough.
How many undead have come? Tens of thousands have been killed, yet there are still tens of thousands?
He walked back to the table and sat down, his brows furrowed, feeling that things were getting a little serious. This was not just a small group of undead, but an army!
"City Lord, don't worry. We will organize more people to kill them tomorrow and we will definitely wipe out all the undead." Seeing his look, an officer immediately stood up and said.
This is a good opportunity to flatter and show loyalty. Moreover, when fighting against the undead, their city defense forces don't need to rush to the front, the civilians will do the charging.
The white-haired man looked at the officer with eagle-like eyes.
"Still going? Do you want to let all the people in the city die? Are you crazy, idiot!" The white-haired man cursed at the officer.
A barely perceptible smile flashed across the faces of the other officers. It's your fault that you insisted on saying it. Now you are flattering me.
The officer who was scolded quickly shut up, stood aside obediently, lowered his head and said nothing.
"Why are these undead appearing here? Can't they go somewhere else? No, I can't be the only one who suffers the loss, others must be included as well." The white-haired man muttered to himself.
If it was a small group of undead, he could easily destroy them, but there were so many of them, how could he possibly clear them out alone?
Even if we clear out those tens of thousands of undead tomorrow, the losses will certainly not be small. Nearly 10,000 people have been lost in the process of clearing out the undead. Will other cities just sit there and watch? Will they send people to attack him?
Baifa knows the mayors of the surrounding cities too well. They may not do things like providing timely assistance or adding icing on the cake, but they are very good at taking advantage of others' misfortunes.
"Go and spread the news about the undead." After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand and said.
"Should we ask for help from other cities?" the officer asked in surprise.
"Bullshit! Is that a call for help? Can't I kill the undead? Your brain is on par with those giant porpoises!" The white-haired man roared at the officer who was speaking.
The officers were grinning from ear to ear after being yelled at, not understanding what he meant. Spreading the news was just to get people from other cities to help them clean up the undead. Wasn't that a call for help?
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