"Whoa, now that's a sight! How many Netherworld troops are out there? They've even changed the color of the desert!"
As the Millennium Quicksand drew closer to Origin Holy City, where the winds and clouds were gathering, the players riding this flashy vessel into battle used their own methods to learn what was happening ahead. Thanks to the battlefield footage relayed by the psionic scouts, the players aboard the sun ship quickly understood who they would be facing and began devising tactics accordingly.
Most of their tactics sounded like jokes, but the sight still left some of the accompanying Sandsea Guards utterly dumbfounded.
Seriously, guys.
We know you're brave, but the Netherworld army has already surrounded Origin Holy City three deep inside and out. They're not the kind of enemy you can beat with sheer manpower!
And in this situation, you're all enthusiastically discussing "I'll slaughter a hundred of them" and "I'll go on a solo rampage"? Isn't that a bit ridiculous?
With just our numbers, if we charged in from any direction, they'd easily surround and wipe us out. The undead don't have morale; they won't immediately collapse just because you sneak in and behead their commander.
The Netherworld army's command structure is hierarchical. Kill the commander, and command authority simply passes to another high-ranking undead. Unless you completely cripple the Netherworld army's command structure in a short time, you'll be stuck in a brutal head-on battle where you trade one life for one.
Worse still, every time a living person fell, the undead grew stronger.
If we couldn't kill them faster than they could summon spirits, then by the end of the battle, our side might be wiped out while the enemy's forces actually grew.
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