Upon hearing this question, Bennett remained silent for a moment, then said with a hint of lingering fear:
"My lord, you don't understand... A million loyal warriors who are incapable of thought and unafraid of death don't need battle plans; they only need a directional command."
That makes sense.
Ed thought to himself that even in some strategy games he played in his previous life, micro-management only existed in the initial stages of land reclamation and farming.
Once you've built up enough strength to snowball your advantage, F2A (select all and charge) is the best option.
He put himself in Antos's shoes, imagining himself commanding hundreds of thousands of mindless Blood Corpse, and how capturing a city would immediately replenish his troops...
Yes, there's really no need for tactical planning, and this kind of sweeping push tactic is addictive...
After what seemed like the umpteenth time he'd marveled at the Blood Corpse supermodel, Ed pressed on:
"Where are the other earls and marquises sealed away?"
Then he heard the answer he least wanted to hear:
"I have no idea."
Ed took a deep breath, feeling that Bennett was much more useless than he had imagined.
Originally, it was thought that this former owner of the Adolin Territory and the first earl to escape must have some extraordinary abilities, but now it seems that the Territory Secret Pact is missing and may have been reported lost and reissued by the Tree Worship Church. No one knows where the boss is buried, nor where his colleagues are buried. Even Ed, who is good at exploiting people and making the most of everything, feels that Bennett is a bit tasteless.
However, he still had two questions to ask. Recalling the Psionic Energy array on the ground in the cave where Bennett had awakened, which he had seen through the eyes of the players, he looked at the old man again:
Who sealed you away?
The count paused for a few seconds and then said:
"Yes, two ' Short-Eared Elf,' one that can precisely carve a hole in the mountainside using brute force, and the other that can instantly cast a magic circle to seal me..."
The severely injured count's voice was already extremely hoarse, and with the loss of his teeth, his words were already quite indistinct.
But when he said the compound word " Short-Eared Elf," he suddenly spoke in a clear and distinct voice, as if afraid that the people around him wouldn't understand.
Bennett himself still had his head tilted to one side, seemingly unaware of his recent bout of sudden lucidity.
It's that situation again, another Short-Eared Elf...
Ed thought of Tiya and her father, and of the reactions of Number Four and the others when they heard the word.
Whenever anyone mentions these two seal masters, they invariably add the adjective "short-eared" when referring to them as "elves," while the two themselves seem completely unaware of this, as if it were a kind of...
Ed recalled a concept he had learned about in his previous life and unconsciously uttered it aloud:
Meme contamination.
No, does such a power still exist in this world?
Ed felt a chill run down his spine, but then he thought that if the two elves were really that powerful, they wouldn't just be sealed away...
Without making a sound, he switched his left eye to [ Zhong Lele's ] field of vision and saw her writing the words "Confirmed to be sealed by the elves" with lightning speed.
call.
Ed let out a slow, silent sigh.
Fortunately, the meme contamination in this world doesn't seem to have much effect on the souls in the other world.
Having a [ Otherworldly Half ], I am naturally a soul from another world, so it's normal that I haven't been affected by this pollution.
However, after what had just happened, Ed became even more suspicious of the identities of those two seal masters.
Although based on the information currently available, the two seal masters are undoubtedly on the side of the Order, their memetic abilities are rather terrifying. If we need to make contact with them in the future, we should remain vigilant.
Ed cleared his throat:
"One last question, Bennett."
The count seemed to sense the impending liberation and nodded almost imperceptibly.
Tell me the maximum number of Blood Corpse you can command and summon.
"To lead Blood Corpse in basic combat, the maximum number is approximately five thousand. There are no precise figures for summoning; summoning Blood Corpse is an area-of-effect ability, and it is ineffective against Blood Corpse already subdued by vampires with titles."
Ed roughly understood; Blood Corpse were like cannon fodder creatures in some games—in principle, whoever summoned them first got them, but the one in a higher position was the rule itself...
"Okay, I have no more questions."
Ed waved his hand, meeting Bennett's expectant gaze, as if stating something while also talking to himself:
"Next, I need to find you a good home."
Below the castle, the Obsidian Bank.
Seraphina's body was reclining on a deck chair, taking a nap, while her consciousness was in her own private alternate dimension, counting money.
After establishing a connection with Ed, she was able to communicate with him on a conscious or mental level. However, with the increasing number of players recently, Seraphina felt that she had less and less free time.
Ed keenly recognized this, and so during that day's " Ed's Economics Mini-Lesson," he explained the concept of sharing to Seraphina.
In order to gain enough time to slack off, after a brief period of thought, Seraphina shared some of her abilities with the [ Root Network ]. Ed used this to develop the "Self-Service Deposit and Aberration Plant" and the "Self-Service Account Opening Plant," which were implemented at lightning speed.
Since the two new plant species were implemented, the workload for Seraphina has been visibly reduced.
The dragon girl had no objections to this; having more free time meant she could learn more and earn more money. Seeing the Dragonborn with their excess energy fully released always put Seraphina in a particularly good mood.
Sharing (things other than money) is such a good thing!
Just as Seraphina's consciousness was immersed in the gold coins of the alternate dimension, she suddenly received a message from Ed.
After hearing what the other party wanted her to do, Seraphina was about to say "it will cost extra," but for some reason she suddenly felt that this easy thing for her didn't seem to need to be charged.
After thinking for a moment, she replied in her mind:
"Can."
Ed immediately sent a new message:
"How much?"
Seraphina blinked, automatically deleting her previous thought:
Five hundred gold coins.
"... Okay, but there's one condition."
"What?"
"Make it a bigger spectacle."
"No problem."
Ding! [ Root Network ] sent a notification that gold coins had been credited to Seraphina's account.
So, on an autumn afternoon, many players saw Seraphina emerge from behind the counter at Obsidian Bank.