The battle took an unbelievable turn... The steel dragons Shar had guarded against with all her heart were now fighting amongst themselves.
Yet, Shar probably would have preferred to fight those dozens of dragons right now.
She sat silently on her chair, looking at the giant spider across the mud bog from her... Tch, jump over here if you have the nerve!
What are you all standing around like fools for?
The undead did not come in large numbers, but a few hundred of them still rode over on the backs of wild boars that were somewhat larger in build.
Their expressions were blank—no, their expressions were locked into the exact same template... Shar remembered William saying that this only happened when the undead lowered their sensory nerves to the absolute minimum.
They probably even saw everything before them as a blurry mess.
How... truly enviable!
Shar silently pulled the hood of her dark cloak over her head, adding a black velvet veil in front of her face... Thanks to Vhaeraun, she had remembered that veils did not have to be made of silk.
Although Selûne had already applied the power of purification to every single pig, and Telashir's wild boars had always possessed high poison resistance, the Black Rose Family, as their owners, were not about to feel entirely at ease.
Even if these pigs could eat and breed, driving them to bankruptcy at the drop of a hat and forcing them to send little piglets back to the family, these were still the very same beasts they had raised from piglethood into their current lawless state... Whoever dared to speak ill of their pigs was making an enemy for life.
Still, they knew very well that once they could romp around in a mud bog, their precious little