Felis turned back, his wide eyes filled with confusion.
He did not quite understand what this Undead leader was talking about.
Why did they need to gather the teams together?
Although this mine tunnel had been widened considerably for various reasons, since it was still called a tunnel, there was no way the Undead could march in hundreds abreast.
By Felis's calculations, after leaving enough space to guard against traps or mechanisms appearing along both sides of the tunnel, it should accommodate eighteen Undead per row.
Of course, Felis had also observed carefully and noticed that although the Undead seemed rather unruly, those at the front and along the sides of the formation were basically Knights in heavy armor... otherwise, twenty-five miners should have been able to enter at once.
Felis glanced at the Undead around him, whose hair came in every color and whose robes, leather armor, and plate armor all had countless different styles.
Ever since coming into contact with the Undead, Felis had truly broadened his horizons.
This only strengthened Felis's resolve not to burden Carpenter... if even the Undead possessed such a vast world, then how colorful must the life of Archmage Hill, who had brought the Undead here and clearly stood above them all, be?
Perhaps Carpenter would not be taken away by that Archmage for the time being... Felis had not even needed to probe indirectly. The moment he merely opened the subject, the Undead had rambled endlessly about Russell and Carpenter.
Felis could tell that Archmage Hill held not only great importance, but also deep intimacy in the hearts of the Undead.
Over the past two days, he had gained some understanding of the Undead's personalities: they were extraordinarily straightforward.
In their world, there was simply nothing that needed to be endured until