Standing at the window and quietly gazing back, Rute once again felt a bitter ache in his heart.
This was already the Chaotic Undead's third attack.
Their numbers were only half those of the first assault, which made it clear that the mastermind was nearly at her limit.
Whether she felt these attacks cost more than they were worth or no longer had enough undead at her disposal, it proved only one thing: Aislin was still holding on.
In particular, even during this third attack, which was clearly nearing its end, "Aislin" still had not appeared on the battlefield.
The current situation actually suited Rute quite well: those battered flying craft that had passed through several owners, some of which could barely even stay linked to the travel formation, had all been completely wrecked in the successive attacks.
Those filthy undead, covered in disgusting stains, were clearly different from the normal skeletons and undead spirits controlled by the people of the Undead Tower.
When they attacked, they instinctively went for the flying craft with the most exposed weaknesses, rather than the larger, newer ones in the middle that looked intact but were actually sluggish from carrying too much cargo.
As a result, almost everyone who truly died in these attacks was an apprentice or a Low-Rank Mage.
Although a few Intermediate Magi had also lost their lives, Rute knew perfectly well whose hands had killed them.
Oliva's two patrol teams knew just as well, but once the perpetrators offered enough compensation, they left that pack to tear one another apart.
None of them were any good. It was just crooks robbing crooks.
As for what the killers were after, Oliva would not concern himself with that either.
Those people did not have enough cargo space anyway, so the spell materials