Purvi drifted back over the battlefield, but the demons had no intention of paying him any attention.
The Undead had brought out their vicious side, and the two sides plunged into battle without hesitation.
The Justice Knights charged behind the Undead, but after a few rounds, they had to retreat behind the defensive wall to rest. They stared at the Undead, who sat on their mounts and gulped down potions.
Longing filled their eyes. The Undead could keep fighting simply by drinking potions!
The Justice Knights touched the little pouches at their waists. The rows of Holy Water and handful of mana potions inside had always made them the envy of many temple knights. They could only use them when demons reached the defensive wall, but even that was enough to make others jealous.
Yet the Undead drank mana potions even when fighting the lowliest grunts.
The Holy Knights rested up, ready to charge again at any moment. None noticed the ill-intentioned people gathering in twos and threes around the priests.
Given their own character and way of dealing with others, how could they imagine anyone would try to pull such nonsense and undermine them during a demon invasion?
Besides, there were still a hundred thousand troops below!
Even if those people had no morals, surely they had some sense?
If anything happened, the Undead army below might well call a temporary truce with the demons and deal with them first.
Unfortunately, some people always thought themselves brilliant. Without bothering to learn what these otherworldly elves were like, they walked straight up and tried to lure them in with tricks drawn from past experience.
Even Oberon, watching idly from above the clouds, noticed their intentions. "Hill, someone's trying to deceive one of your female priests from Telashir."
Hill glanced down,