As soon as Gu Xi made his move, eerie winds swept across the battlefield. All kinds of undead charged out from every direction and clashed with the Sheep-head Orcs.
At the same time, Gu Xi's undead quickly gathered together, and some began dealing with the sheepskins stuck to their companions.
But these sheepskins were not so easy to handle.
Gu Xi noticed that once the sheepskins touched an undead, they seemed to come alive, constantly squeezing the undead's body and turning the undead into white sheep on the spot.
The Sheep-head Orcs of the White Sheep Tribe then used their own methods to turn those white sheep into companions and send them into battle against the undead.
Under such bizarre circumstances, no matter how many white sheep or Sheep-head Orcs Gu Xi's undead killed, the enemy's numbers never seemed to decrease. They continued fluctuating around three hundred thousand.
This put Gu Xi in a difficult position.
After fighting for so many years, Gu Xi had never encountered a situation like this.
After thinking it over, he decisively ordered the undead to withdraw and deployed three fresh batches of troops from the Troop Stockade City Gate.
The deployed troops consisted of ranged units, magic units, and ghost squads.
Gu Xi's idea was simple. Didn't the sheepskins fly onto undead and turn them into white sheep?
Wasn't there no way to stop this bizarre phenomenon?
Then he would not stop it. He just had to prevent the sheepskins from getting close.
So long as ranged attacks and magical attacks worked together to keep the white sheep from charging over, that would be enough.
And if they did charge over, he would send in the ghosts to test them.
He wanted to see whether the sheepskins could stick to ghosts.
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