Hundreds of thousands of undead troops retreated northwest toward the Kanord Icefield, but Rayne did not let the Duke's Guard rashly pursue them. Instead, he first sent a squad of Rayne's Heavenly Soldiers to investigate in secret.
The result showed that this was neither a tactical maneuver nor a trap.
The undead army had truly withdrawn.
Even the undead tombs along the road to Loboster had been emptied. The mighty undead army withdrew from the region and returned to the Kanord Icefield.
Rayne's first reaction was regret.
This war of attrition had been like a meat grinder. He had harvested the souls of more than a million undead, storing a large number of Soul Diamonds in the Pixel World. At the same time, he had trained the Duke's Guard and gained abundant practical combat experience. Although more than five hundred soldiers had been killed or wounded, the three completed divisions had all undergone a transformation and already possessed a trace of the spirit and bearing of an iron-blooded army.
Then he realized that things were not so simple.
"Have they noticed?" Rayne frowned, feeling somewhat worried.
The disappearance of more than a million undead souls was not significant in the Bottomless Abyss, but it was impossible to ignore in the Material Plane.
Moreover, the Death Lord had been watching from behind the scenes. He possessed the Book of the Dead and might have discovered the anomaly.
The Death Lord certainly could not guess that he was capable of absorbing souls, but through the various signs, he might sense that something was wrong with this war of attrition. An undead army of more than a million was nothing to him. Even fighting for another year would not have been a problem. Otherwise, why would he have abandoned Loboster so decisively?
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