A Great Supplement

Courage Potions aren't like those foolish potions that make people bloodthirsty and aggressive; people still retain their instincts.

Faced with terrifying creatures like Skeletons that attack indiscriminately, everyone was trying to flee, so why would they actively charge forward?

Despite knowing this, the Grey-robed Elder was still unwilling to give up. If they didn't seize the opportunity to charge into the main camp, this operation would fail again.

Forgetting his image of aloofness, the Grey-robed Elder personally appeared at the rear of the formation, strictly ordering the Rebel Army to keep pace with the Skeleton monsters.

"Pour the oil, burn these piles of skeleton dregs!"

As soon as the words fell, torrents of fire oil enveloped five Skeleton monsters, instantly turning them into five moving fire skeletons.

Faintly, Hudson could smell the scent of burning bones. Occasionally, he heard heart-wrenching roars, the fear originating from the depths of their souls.

Perhaps stimulated, or perhaps in a death throes, the Skeleton monsters burning in the flames became even more frenzied, forcing the allied soldiers to retreat step by step.

"Hold the line, everyone! These monsters are about to be finished."

Hudson urged them on.

Although he knew that the Skeleton monsters were at their most ferocious at this moment, and fighting them at the front was like dancing with death, Hudson had no choice.

"One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand men." A general's greatest weakness is a soft heart; the more critical the moment, the more rational one must be.

As expected of Silver Rank skeletons, even after the fire oil burned out, the skeletons were still jumping around, though a few more bones were broken.

Clearly, the fire had had an effect. Without the slightest hesitation, Hudson gave another order: "Pour water!"

Only the sound of "sizzle sizzle sizzle" could be heard. Countless cracks instantly appeared on the once-sturdy skeleton frames. Seeing this, the previously terrified soldiers' morale soared.

The soldier wielding the great hammer charged to the very front, unleashing a barrage of attacks on the Skeleton monsters.

Despite suffering considerable casualties, seeing the ground littered with bone fragments, Hudson felt it was all worth it.

As one Skeleton monster was shattered, its Soul Fire, no longer protected by bones, flew out and darted around the camp.

Before Hudson could react, he collided head-on with the Soul Fire. The mysterious compass hidden within his body suddenly stirred, and then nothing else happened.

It was all energy. Magic Crystal Stones and magic cores could all become food for the compass. Eating some Skeleton monster Soul Fire seemed not difficult to accept.

At this moment, the remaining four skeletons were no longer hateful enemies in Hudson's eyes, but energy packs delivered to his doorstep.

Judging by the compass's reaction, the effect of consuming a ball of Silver Rank Skeleton Soul Fire was much better than consuming over a dozen Magic Crystal Stones previously.

Without any surprise, the four severely weakened Skeleton monsters, after persisting for a while, eventually became food for the mysterious compass.

With the threat of the skeletons gone, Hudson's heavy heart was largely put at ease, even though the enemy had already charged into the camp.

"Retreat to the third defense line, Archers provide cover!"

Having broken through two defense lines in one fell swoop was a great victory. However, the Grey-robed Elder in the Rebel Army camp couldn't be happy at all.

The five skeletons he had placed so much hope in were defeated too quickly. Although the initial plan was completed, the achievements were not satisfactory.

While it seemed like they had taken away several hundred ordinary enemy soldiers, dozens of his own men had also died at the hands of the Skeleton monsters.

He had initially thought that once they breached the enemy's camp gate, they could push straight through. He hadn't expected the opponent to be so "cowardly," with a second and third defense line after breaking through the main camp...

Although each defense line was not particularly strong, just a few rows of wooden chevaux de frise + fences, they still posed a threat to the charging soldiers.

The moment they were blocked by obstacles, the enemy archers began to act. Clearing the roadblocks meant advancing under a hail of arrows. With the Rebel Army's rudimentary equipment, people fell with every step forward.

The elite grain-burning squad, which he had placed so much hope in, was supposed to infiltrate secretly. Instead, they were forced to the front lines, becoming a suicide squad.

The scene was simply unbearable to look at; they lost over half their numbers in an instant under the arrow rain. Besides cursing his subordinates for their incompetence, the Grey-robed Elder found he could do nothing.

Summoning more skeletons again was just a thought. To perform such a heaven-defying evil art, there had to be a price!

Although the Grey-robed Elder seemed unchanged, the reality was the opposite. If not for the protection of the Lord of Skeletons, his soul would have long been devoured by the undead world.

Seeing that the potion's effects were about to wear off, the Grey-robed Elder was stamping his feet anxiously. The more flustered he became, the more likely he was to make wrong decisions.

Under the Grey-robed Elder's command, countless Rebel Army soldiers launched wave after wave of desperate charges, greatly shocking Hudson, who was commanding the battle.

He had seen people who didn't care about their lives, but never people who were so reckless. If the Rebel Army had tens of thousands of men, simply throwing lives at them would be fine.

But now, the defenders clearly outnumbered them. With this kind of reckless fighting, what would be the point even if they tore through all the defenses?

After surveying the battlefield, he preliminarily estimated the Rebel Army's casualties to be over twenty percent. If it were a normal army, it would have collapsed by now.

The Courage Potion's effect numbed the Rebel soldiers' nerves, making them bloodthirsty and aggressive, but the constant falling of their comrades also pricked their nerves.

A sense of fear began to spread among the Rebel soldiers, but the delayed reaction from the numbed nerves still made them fight instinctively.

From the observation platform, Hudson picked up his bow and arrow, locking his target onto the Grey-robed Elder.

The arrow shot through the air, like a bolt of lightning. Unfortunately, a soldier suddenly darted forward, blocking the arrow precisely for the Grey-robed Elder.

The thrilling scene made the Grey-robed Elder's soul almost leap out of his body. As a mage, he was not skilled in close combat.

Without hesitation, the Grey-robed Elder decisively chose to retreat. His intuition told him that if he didn't run quickly, he would be meeting the Lord of Skeletons.

With a lingering glance at the battlefield, the Grey-robed Elder hardened his heart and fled directly into the forest, disappearing from Hudson's sight in an instant.

Not achieving complete success, Hudson was not only not annoyed but exceptionally delighted.

That last arrow was just meant to scare the Rebel Army commander, I didn't expect to take down a Rebel Army soldier from 150 meters away.

Did I overperform?

The thought flashed through my mind, and I immediately took out another arrow, aiming at a Rebel Army leader.

With a swish, a Rebel Army leader over 100 meters away was hit by an arrow and fell.

Swish, swish, swish...

Within 150 meters, anyone he targeted was unlikely to escape death. Such precise accuracy made Hudson doubt if he had become a divine archer.