Although both the Undead commander and the monsters' leader had fallen, the Undead, now in their stride, "didn't need to keep listening to a dog bark." That was Old School Striking King's closing verdict.
So the battle still ended in a resounding Undead victory.
The Decayed Angels failed to cause them much more trouble. Their leader, which was over level thirty, might have had a few tricks up its sleeve if several hundred Space Dragons hadn't torn it to pieces. After all, these creatures were Half-Demons driven out of the Abyss, and one above level thirty was bound to have some unique Abyssal spells.
But judging by the way it had skulked among the monsters, its tricks were probably sneak attacks. Too bad Snow Old Dog caught it before it could use any of them.
The flashbangs blinded him for only fifteen minutes, but they produced a result the Undead women found deeply satisfying: when Snow Old Dog spoke again, he finally understood that some things shouldn't be said so casually.
"Defensive Knights, shields up in the front row! Advance slowly! Holy Knights, follow them and use Faction Detection. Better have a row of Priests behind you check again. Don't leave any gaps!
Everyone else, follow behind!
It's time to collect experience. Make the most of it.
Stop when you reach Bone Mountain. Don't charge straight up. Who knows what else is in there!" Xue Yunfeng finished shouting and climbed into his Alchemical Carriage, apparently intending to follow at the very back.
He had a habit that might or might not count as a virtue: at times like this, he wouldn't compete with anyone else for experience. As the battle commander, he had earned plenty already. But he never asked those who had gained a great deal in a major