The battle on the giant screen continued, but the spectators were somewhat distracted... Rose's subordinates stationed there were not fools. She had not ordered the Drow who were slacking off to rush in and fight the Undead to the death.
Even the Drow archer with a little spiderweb marked above her head remained unmoved as she kept drawing her bow and firing arrows, utterly unconcerned that her flowing silk robes were trembling in the bitter wind and rain.
For Drow, if selling their charms could achieve their goal, they would not mind stripping naked... But the Undead clearly intended to kill while enjoying the scenery and had no intention of stopping. Even if they had just been loudly discussing which female Drow had the best figure and the most seductive outfit, that did not stop them from killing her outright.
The female Drow looked terrible, constantly cursing the Terrasil Elves for not being real men... The male Drow felt even more uncomfortable. How were the eyes of those female Elves more terrifying than the women in their own families?
It felt as though the women were looking at more than just their bodies... Many male Drow clad in revealing leather armor quietly added cloaks to their outfits.
The Drow who had been striking alluring poses because the Undead had chosen spells that made their filthy intentions obvious quickly put away those wandering thoughts... They directly gave up on the idea of using beauty to trap the people opposite them to death. For all their countless tricks, the Undead had never gone easy on them.
Several Drow matriarchs were beginning to lose their composure... The Undead across from them had indeed died in greater numbers than their side, but their ranks had never decreased. People kept charging down from the mountain