Rumor had it that this siege by the deathless was merely another scheme by the undying Black Snake, Talulah.
She bore hatred toward this land, so whatever she did seemed only natural. The rumor was quickly accepted. As for how Talulah had mobilized an army of deathless like a tidal wave, no one cared.
It made perfect sense.
After all, Crownslayer had personally gone to the top of the tower and obtained the answer.
She stepped out of the elevator and conveyed the will of Leader Talulah to everyone. Crownslayer admitted it herself, even perfectly imitating her tone.
The rumor spread wildly across the land.
The great city-states of Ursus had very limited contact with one another, yet the news still reached the ears of the various grand dukes.
No, they were kings now.
"She can pull something like that off?"
One grand duke said disdainfully.
Compared with the uproarious rumors, those at the top were far more level-headed.
An army of deathless? What did that have to do with Black Snake?
If she possessed such power, Ursus would have devoured the world long ago. All of Ursus would be crawling beneath that snake, following her every command, rather than being as it was now.
Now, Black Snake could only do thankless, exhausting work for Ursus.
"Are those Infected proud of themselves?"
"Your Majesty, we need those Infected now more than ever. You must not let your emotions rule you!"
The grand duke was deeply displeased, but he still accepted the argument. People often said that those who ate meat were narrow-minded and incapable of planning ahead, but hereditary nobles were not necessarily fools. They were merely so confident that they had become somewhat blind.
"Any movement over there?"
"The Shrine has been emptied out. The Hyperion has not appeared