There are two types of Undead Mage: one is still a living person, while the other is like the guy in Unas's hand, who has transformed himself into Undead. Doing so carries certain risks, so it is relatively rare.
"Surrender? An Undead Mage with only a head left has no right to talk about that. I'll send you to the World of the Dead right away; that's where you belong." Unas weighed the head in his hand, preparing to throw it on the ground and crush it.
"I am not just a head, my lord," the head said, turning its dim, yellow eyes. "Look, my steed is over there. I did not order it to attack anyone."
Indeed, the Overlord Spider stopped moving thirty meters from the mill. Generally speaking, a cornered enemy will fight back desperately. This Undead Mage seems to be a coward who fears death.
"This is my sincerity, Paladin. Not only that, I have also ordered all my men to cease resistance. I hope you will accept my surrender."
Hope? This guy has completely lost his mind. No matter how good his attitude is in surrendering, he will inevitably die in the end. There is no point in living a temporary life. No human will accept an Undead prisoner.
"Let's go back and see if what you said is true." Unas neither agreed nor refused; he turned his horse around. "Let that Overlord Spider stay here and don't move."
The squad rushed back, and the battle was indeed over. The Undead who had given up resistance were being wiped out. Unas quickly called a halt, as they couldn't waste this free experience.
He said to the severed head in his hand, "Gather all your men here. I want to kill them all myself. I hope you will agree to my suggestion."
It sounded like an unreasonable condition, but it wasn't uncommon in this Undead War. The Undead Mage blinked in agreement, and in the next few minutes, a few scattered Undead gathered from all directions around the collapsed clock tower.
Unas glanced at the thumbnail. The Undead Mage was quite obedient and didn't play any tricks. At least, he gathered all the red dots within the Sense Undead range without missing a single one.
The small contingent of elite soldiers brought from the Plaguewood, along with the town's original reserves, brought the total number of Undead to well over a hundred. However, after a battle, only thirty-odd remained, and most of them were still in a semi-crippled state. Unfortunately, the two Abominations that were chained by Whitemane had been completely killed by the soldiers, causing Unas to lose two major sources of experience.
He jumped off his horse, carrying the Undead Mage's head, "Let them come one by one to die."
The first one to leap over was a Ghoul in perfect health. It was clearly being suppressed from attacking the human in front of it, and obediently crawled on the ground. Unas stepped forward and swung his sword horizontally and vertically. A golden-red cross-shaped arc flashed through the air, and the Ghoul was instantly cut into four burning pieces of rotten flesh.
And so, the various Undead lined up and came one after another to Execute by Unas, their experience points increasing rapidly. By the time they were all killed, they had reached 93% of their current level. Unas swung his Firekiss twice, feeling that he hadn't had enough.
"I accept your surrender for now." Unas walked back, handed the Undead Mage's head to Marcus, and then ordered everyone to begin the cleanup.
"While these filthy creatures certainly deserve to die, excessive indulgence in killing will cloud your judgment, Unas. You should delegate the task of purifying the prisoners to everyone." Only Whitemane dared to say such a thing.
"Thank you for your concern, Sally. My heart is as firm as a rock, and will never change, just like my feelings for you," Unas said affectionately.
Whitemane had been driven away by him in the same way last time, and she had come to terms with it. Since she still had to learn Resurrection from Unas for the time being, she had to learn to automatically filter out this man's words. She forced herself to remain calm, "I can't stop you from listening, but if I find any signs of you going crazy, don't blame me..."
"I've gone mad. I've fallen in love with a woman I shouldn't love. There's only one person in this world who can heal me, beautiful Miss Sally. Please, save me!" Unas frowned and reached out a hand to the silver-haired Priest.
"Ah--" Whitemane let out a high-decibel scream, covered his ears, and ran away again.
People around turned around in surprise to look at this scene. Those who had overheard the conversation near Unas had their mouths agape, their jaws practically dropping. Unas waved his hand dismissively, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and clean up the battlefield!"
The loot from this battle consisted only of some Undead weapons and equipment, mostly worthless scrap metal. Our side suffered over forty casualties, many of whom were injured by falling rocks when the clock tower exploded. Fortunately, no one was killed.
With the High Priest Whitemane there, the recovery of most of the wounded was only a matter of time. Only two unfortunate souls were seriously injured and had to have limbs amputated. Unas made a special trip to visit them and promised to send them back to the Monastery to live out their old age.
Unas also took the time to interrogate the Undead Mage. The guy was incredibly open with everything he knew. He claimed to be an Independent Necromancer had broken away from the Scourge and did not belong to any faction. He said he had recently been researching ways to turn Giant Spiders into his subordinates, which was why he had moved to that Plaguewood.
The Overlord Spider was a corpse he found in the Canyon. Despite his best efforts, he only managed to turn it into a toy, which couldn't unleash the Overlord Spider's fighting instincts. So he used it as a mount to intimidate people, as its actual combat power was not strong.
No wonder that Overlord Spider wasn't as imposing as the Troll had described. Unas was skeptical of his testimony, but there was still some experience to be gained around the Plaguewood, and he needed this guy to quickly gather it. He would decide how to deal with him later.
Only when things were winding down did the Troll Priest, busy treating the wounded, finally have a chance to approach and ask, "My lord, what do you plan to do with that Overlord Spider?"
Seeing his pleading look, Unas knew exactly what he was thinking. The Troll had been so devoted all along, so this little request was naturally obliged. "How about you take it and study it for a while? It's just a corpse that's been dead for a long time, don't get your hopes up too high."
"Thank you, sir. With an Overlord Spider clearing the way for us, our journey to retrieve the Black Soil from the Swamp will be much safer. I will try to conceal its deathly aura. You know, a living Overlord Spider is a creature that nothing dares to provoke in the Canyon."
Unas nodded and lifted the Undead Mage's head. "Garon the mage, I'm temporarily handing you over to this Troll. Don't worry, he won't eat you, as long as you do as he instructs."
The Undead Mage's pupils contracted slightly, seemingly puzzled by the Troll mixed in with the humans, but he dared not ask further. He twitched his stiff lips, "I will obey all your orders, sir."
Unas handed the head to Haikesi, so that the Troll could indirectly command the Overlord Spider through the Undead Mage. The Troll forgot to even greet him and excitedly headed towards the direction where the black Giant Spiders was.