The more than 20,000 corpses of the vanguard army were of quite high quality and brought Li Ziyu more than 1.3 million soul energy.
It's time for another wave of enhancement. Li Ziyu has no plan to keep the more than 1.3 million soul energies. He plans to use them all to summon new undead soldiers. The main choices are elite heavy hammer skeleton warriors, skeleton shortbowmen and skeleton longbowmen.
2,000 skeleton shortbowmen, 1,000 skeleton longbowmen, and another 2,000 elite heavy hammer skeleton warriors directly consumed all the soul energy obtained this time in one wave.
After several battles, the advantages of shortbowmen became apparent. If these guys were used well, their combat effectiveness would be even more terrifying than that of longbowmen. At close range, as long as they were given enough arrows, they would be like machine guns, shooting endlessly.
Human archers have limitations. They have limited strength and stamina. Archery is also a strenuous job. If they shoot too much, they will get tired, which will affect the power of the arrows. But the undead have no such worries at all. They are only affected by the soul fire. They don’t have to worry about strength and stamina at all. They are very stable.
Now Li Ziyu has a total of more than 2,000 skeleton longbowmen, 3,000 skeleton shortbowmen, and 5,000 elite heavy hammer skeleton warriors in his hands. This force is absolutely terrifying when used on the battlefield to deal with the cancer coalition!
The enemy's vanguard has been repelled, and now we just have to wait for the enemy's main force to arrive for a decisive battle!
Li Ziyu felt a flame rising in his body and his blood boiling. Come on, let’s fight!
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The defeated vanguard army threw away their weapons and returned to the alliance army exhausted.
The sudden defeat of the vanguard army, which even lost half of its men, shocked the top brass of the Allied Forces. What surprised them was not that the vanguard army had lost the battle, but that it had been crushed by the enemy overnight.
That's an army of nearly 50,000. Even if there are a lot of undead, they won't be defeated overnight. At least they can hold on for a few rounds to buy some time for the Alliance. If they lose again, it will be acceptable.
The top leaders of the Allied Forces held an emergency meeting and summoned Momone to ask him to explain the reasons for the failure of this battle.
Momonai walked into the makeshift conference hall, which was already filled with high-ranking generals from three races. Sitting in the main seat was a bald, slightly old, but burly and strong man from the Headhunter tribe.
This headhunter is called the Killing Conqueror - Palmeda. He is a legendary patriarch of the headhunters and has lived for more than 300 years. The development of the headhunters to its current level has a lot to do with his efforts. Two words can be used to describe him, that is, cruel and terrifying.
Palmida was born in a small tribe of only a few dozen people in the headhunting clan. His background was not good, but it could not stop him from embarking on his own legendary journey. Since he was a child, Palmida showed amazing fighting talent. On the day he came of age, he gave himself a coming-of-age gift - he killed the chief of his small tribe with his own hands and successfully became the new chief.
Becoming the patriarch was the beginning of his legendary journey.
He seemed to be on a roll, fighting all the way. Anyone who was his enemy would be killed and their tribe would be slaughtered. He dominated the country for a hundred years, killing people so much that blood flowed like rivers and heads rolled like piles. The small tribe of dozens of people had grown into a large tribe with hundreds of thousands of headhunting warriors.
The name of the small tribe has been forgotten, and the tribe has a new name, named after their chief, the Palmeda Killer Tribe.
And this is only a part of Palmida's legendary journey. The Headhunters are a branch of humans. They are limited by the human lifespan. The nature of the Headhunters is not very good. They were originally a group of refugees with almost no talent for cultivation, so their lifespan is about 100 years. Some strong ones can reach 200 years old, but they will also die of old age.
But Palmida's lifespan seemed to have mutated. Not only did he live to be 300 years old, he also maintained extremely terrifying combat effectiveness. He did not look like an old man at all. He was not weaker than many elite warriors in the headhunting tribe, and he had always served as the chief of the tribe.
The chiefs of many headhunting tribes are just younger brothers in front of Palmeda. When they meet, they have to perform etiquette honestly. This is not respecting the elderly and loving the young, nor is it a moral constraint. It is simply because they are afraid that the other party will cause trouble. It would be a loss if their tribe was exterminated because of disrespecting the other party.
More than a hundred years ago, Palmida gradually faded out of people's sight. Although everyone still respected him, he became very low-key and seemed to have lost his former sharpness. But this time, the three tribes formed an army to attack the undead, but they lured him out, subdued the others, and became the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.
It can only be said that forming an alliance to deal with the undead is such a great way to increase one's reputation that anyone with ambition would not want to miss it. Apart from the legendary chief of the Headhunters, "Killing Conqueror" Palmeda, the important positions in the coalition are also held by the chiefs of those powerful tribes.
Clan leaders like Nadeau and Moss were marginalized. It was because they did not have enough status, reputation, seniority and qualifications. They just had to obey orders from the account holders.
Momonet glanced around and knelt on one knee to salute Palmida who was sitting in the main seat in front of him.
As a lizardman, he didn't want to salute the headhunters, but before the coalition forces set out, everyone had established rules, stipulating that there should be courtesy and obedience between superiors and subordinates. If they did not comply, they would be executed on the spot, and this kneeling ceremony was one of them.
"Get up."
A deep and majestic voice sounded from in front of Momone. This legendary patriarch, who was said to be ferocious and brutal, was actually quite gentle on weekdays and rarely got angry.
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