Miss A42 took out a map and briefly examined the situation marked on it.
"This attack point is a pretty good choice. It's remote enough, and the nearby enemies aren't strong enough to pose much of a threat, giving us plenty of time to prepare."
Though they were still gathering here, large numbers of Skeleton Soldiers had already begun expanding across the front lines.
Unlike the previous war, the army Ye Qian had dispatched this time was enormous. More than three million of them belonged to the Skeleton Legion. Around ninety-five percent of that legion consisted of white, cannon-fodder Skeletons. Their purpose was simple: attack low-level creatures, convert them into new Skeletons, then feed them to higher-level units.
Undead were, after all, soldiers that were incredibly convenient to multiply. In nearly every war, Ye Qian had the undead legion lead the charge.
As long as there wasn't a qualitative gap in strength between the two sides, if Ye Qian was given enough time to develop, she would soon become a true calamity.
Endless Skeletons would surge toward the native inhabitants of the world in wave after wave. Every fallen individual would be revived under mysterious magical power. The more the enemy fought, the more enemies they faced, while their own strength was gradually worn down. That sense of despair was simply unimaginable.
However, the enemies they faced this time were completely different from those of the past. Take that Minotaur warrior, for example. His combat strength had reached Mithril Rank, and there were quite a few Mithril Rank individuals in his tribe.
So Ye Qian intended to take this opportunity to upgrade a batch of Bronze Skeletons and raise them to Mithril Rank.
Even if they failed to win this battle in the end, as long as she cultivated enough