Just as the vines of [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] retracted, the [ Dark Archmage ], who had modified a blowpipe into a makeshift telescope, issued a warning signal.
The three concealed themselves and, looking at the mountain of Blood Corpse piled up in the crater behind them, scattered a few seeds they had bought from the Root Network vending machine into the pit.
This undecayed flesh and blood will become the best nourishment for these Aberration plants.
A hundred meters away, the count, who had been sitting listlessly in his high-backed chair, opened his scarlet eyes at that moment.
"[ Aluode ]?"
"My lord, I am here."
"How many Blood Corpse have gathered?"
The sleepy-eyed count naturally asked [ Aluode ] about this.
If he were willing to contribute some of his Psionic Energy to sense the scale of the Blood Corpse within a radius of several hundred meters, the answer to this question would be quite obvious.
But just as the analysts behind [ Aluode ] have analyzed his personality, Bennett, as a high-ranking nobleman on the human side during his lifetime, still maintained the habit of having servants do everything that could be done by them, so he chose to leave this problem to his subordinates to deal with.
[ Aluode ] glanced at the Count in the high-backed chair out of the corner of his eye, a slight ripple of emotion stirring within him.
Is this old man trying to trick me?
But then he thought that he was already a subordinate who was bound to die in the attack on White Wax Town, so the other side no longer had any need to test him.
Besides, Bennett himself is a fool and a lazy dog. With these internal and external factors combined, [ Aluode ] felt that the other party was simply asking him a question.
So he made up his mind, bowed, and reported:
"Reporting, sir, the Blood Corpse in the surrounding area are constantly approaching us under your Psionic Energy Formula. Adding to the Blood Corpse scattered behind us, the total number has once again exceeded one thousand!"
Most of what he said was true; only the final number of Blood Corpse was a lie hidden within the truth.
After logically deducing that the other party was most likely not bluffing but simply lazy, [ Aluode ] decided to fight with his back against the wall.
If the other party can't even see through such a lie, then I'll have to seriously falsify the accounts.
As he expected, people still living in the Middle Ages were not particularly sensitive to numbers.
Furthermore, given that this was deep within a dense forest where visibility was limited, the Count had no intention of using his Psionic Energy to verify the veracity of [ Aluode's ] words. He simply nodded in satisfaction and issued a new command:
"Let's go. Spread the Blood Corpse out, and prevent any communication between the two towns."
"Yes!"
[ Aluode ] excitedly left the high-backed chair area, letting the dead Blood Corpse transform into a new "eight-bearer sedan chair" carrying Bennett slowly northward toward White Wax Town.
As for the true number of the Blood Corpse horde... it has reached around nine hundred thanks to the three's meticulous efforts...
Two days passed in the blink of an eye, during which time [ Aluode ] did not utter any nonsense and did not offer any valuable advice to Bennett.
Faced with a strategist remaining silent, a normal monarch would instinctively become suspicious and reflect on whether he had done something wrong to hurt the other party's feelings.
But Bennett was different; he felt he was doing everything right, so it was perfectly reasonable for no one to offer any opinions.
After two days and two nights of trekking, the Blood Corpse army finally approached White Wax Town, hiding in the dense forest in the southeast of the White Wax Town, and planned to launch an attack after it was completely dark.
At Bennett's command, all the Blood Corpse who had joined the group over the past three days began to gather around him.
According to [ Aluode ]'s report, the entire horde of Blood Corpse should currently consist of around 1,500 ordinary Blood Corpse and seven or eight elite Blood Corpse with some special abilities. This should have been an unparalleled force, however...
[ Aluode ] submitted false accounts.
If the Blood Corpse ' dense formations for resting and advancing could instill some fear in players, then Bennett's proposed spreading formation to prevent information exchange between Weeping Willow Town and White Wax Town was a truly disastrous move.
With him around, players would usually pay attention to table manners when they ate extra food, only eating a little bit of Blood Corpse at a time and trying not to make any noise, to ensure a sustainable way to exploit the population.
However, after Bennett had [ Aluode ] spread out the Blood Corpse formation, players quickly developed a new strategy—
If we compare the area covered by this large group of Blood Corpse to a raw egg, then Bennett is the yolk inside that can move freely.
To avoid being detected by him, the players kept the forums open, constantly waiting for [ Aluode ], the mole, to report any suspicious activity.
Bennett is on the east side, so they eat on the west side; Bennett is on the west side, so they eat on the east side. In short, they "eat along the edges!"
Because they were eating along the edge, the players no longer needed to hide themselves; as long as Bennett couldn't see them, they could pretend he didn't exist.
As a result, the players' hunting behavior quickly changed from eating with trepidation to eating with confidence and boldness, even making slurping sounds while eating.
Two days have passed since the [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] trio first developed the "Ghoul" fighting style. Unbeknownst to Bennett, his Blood Corpse are dying one after another.
If he doesn't launch an attack tonight, he might soon find himself all alone after being eaten alive.
However, Bennett didn't believe in "what ifs." After night had completely Descent, he cast his bloodshot eyes at the distant walls of White Wax Town. This time, he had no intention of holding back.
He was determined to take White Wax Town!
Looking at the old vampire, brimming with ambition, [ Aluode ] posted his final message on the player forum:
[Attention all players: On October 15th, 908th year of the World of Disorder Calendar, at 20:32, Bennett launched a blitzkrieg against White Wax Town. Current total number of Blood Corpse: 999]
After sending this message, [ Aluode ] closed the forum and began to fully concentrate on the upcoming battle.
"My lord, please allow me to clear the way for you in a moment!"
"Alright, you lead the vanguard and clear the way, I'll lead the army directly to attack the city!"
Having completed the task of reporting out the mole's location, [ Aluode ] only had one last thing to do.
Although he had fulfilled all the duties of an inside man, an ultimate goal still remained in his heart—
Backstabbing the boss!
Regardless of his own life or death, as long as he can personally betray his boss, he can earn the title of "super traitor".
Regardless of whether this title exists in the game "World of Disorder," he will become a legend among players.
Looking at the deserted walls of White Wax Town ahead, [ Aluode ] made up his mind—after tonight, he would "become famous throughout the world"!