"So strong?"
Standing atop the City Gate Tower, Wei Hu watched the Evil Blood Skeleton Soldiers fight, and a flash of shock passed through his eyes.
The sight before him left a deep imprint on Wei Hu's heart.
The line of thought forming in Wei Hu's mind had already been led astray by the Evil Blood Skeleton Soldiers.
In Wei Hu's eyes, the troops he commanded in the future should be like the Evil Blood Skeleton Soldiers as well—when they struck, they would be like thunder sweeping through, crushing everything in their path.
Having made up his mind, Wei Hu raised his head and called to the Orc Flying Troops in the sky.
"Archer Unit, cease your attacks. Let them come down. Skeleton Soldiers and dragonkin, prepare to engage."
Gu Xi naturally noticed Wei Hu's sudden change.
Gu Xi was somewhat puzzled. Why had Wei Hu's combat style changed?
And the change had been both obvious and abrupt, as though a rock with immense defensive power had suddenly become a sharp blade.
Gu Xi had been about to ask, but then he noticed that Wei Hu was using mental power while issuing commands.
Under his command, the Undead Army seemed to have developed emotions of its own.
Yes, Gu Xi's feeling was correct. The undead had developed emotions.
While defending, they carried an unyielding, fearless emotion.
Now that they had shifted into attack mode, the emotion driving the undead was surging fury.
What kind of method was this?
This discovery made Gu Xi shut his mouth just as he was about to speak.
He carefully observed the undead's condition.
Gu Xi discovered that Wei Hu's grasp of emotions was remarkably precise.
He had noticed that Gu Xi's Archer Unit needed calm minds for their arrows to remain accurate, so he