"I always feel that there is something wrong with letting the undead ignore this." Catherine frowned and said, "Did the commanders of the troops retreat and sent small groups of troops to try to harass and attack?"

"However, for the undead, this does not make any sense." Flar shook his head and said, "The formation of the undead always maintains the most powerful part of the undead at the outermost periphery to defend. In this way, the attack of our troops will inevitably face the elite among these undeads directly, and small groups of troops will not work at all. It is not that no one has ever thought of using long-range shooting to disrupt the formation of the undead, but the undead's warning range is longer than the range. As I said just now, once you enter this warning range, all undead will act in an attacking posture.

, and there are also a large number of skeleton mages in the team of the undead, and the ranges of both sides are very close. If you shoot at a long range, you may be swallowed by the magic of the skeleton mages before you have time to attack. And there is another more critical issue. The undead do not know the pain and fatigue, and there is no need to eat and drink. They can be vigilant and work endlessly, but the troops here are not good. Even the elites in the army, in the environment of the sigh desert, they have to rest every one or two hours, and they cannot keep up with the rhythm of the undead."

"It sounds not optimistic." Catherine lowered her head and said in a pondering voice: "Why do you always think that setting up defense in the desert is a wrong decision?"

"It's not a mistake," said Flar. "The large army deploys defense in the desert, which can shorten the encircled front line as much as possible, block most of the undead at the other end of the death gate, and also buy a long enough time for the rear to build fortifications and mobilize arms and supplies. The only disadvantage is that if there are too many troops on the front line, it will only be more stressful to the logistics."

"Are they all skeletons?" Panis suddenly looked up and asked, "No other kind of undead exists?"

"No other types of undead, ghosts, corpse witches, bone dragons, and other higher-level undeads have been found yet." Flar nodded and said, "However, it is not ruled out that there are other undeads. Oh, by the way, the Death Knight is also included in the skeleton."

"Then what? It won't be so simple, it's over." Panis asked, "If it were just like this, it wouldn't be that all forces would be urgently discussing countermeasures."

"Then? Hehe, and then on the third day, the front line commander sent another message back." Flar said with a wry smile: "It should be said that it was two news, good news and bad news."

"Let me guess, the bad news should be that the undead have started to build fortifications." Panis remembered what he had heard vaguely when he passed by the Presbyterian meeting hall before, and guessed: "What have they all built?"

"Well, it seems you heard it." Flar nodded and said, "There are more and more undead spirits coming out of the gate of death. Even if they are arranged in dense formations, the range they occupy is getting bigger and bigger, and gradually begin to expand to the periphery bit by bit. Under this pressure, the troops on the front line can only guard their own defense lines and repair fortifications. But unexpectedly, when the undead positions expanded to about three kilometers radius, they actually began to build fortifications. This behavior simply subverted everyone's understanding of the undead, and never had it.

People have thought that the undead can build fortifications quickly like a well-trained unit. If you have seen the images sent back by the front line with memory crystal, you will know that on the outskirts of the position with a radius of three kilometers, first of all, there is a circle of horses. Behind the horses is a short wall more than one meter high. After the sand between the walls and horses is frozen by the skeletons with magic, a whole circle of trenches was dug out, which is covered with nail traps. This is the fortifications that can be seen in the last picture sent back. I don’t know what else exists inside.”

"Wait, I have a question." Lina suddenly interrupted Flar and asked curiously: "It's a desert of sighs. What kind of defense do they use to build fortifications?"

"Bones, a large number of bones." Flar replied without thinking: "They transported a large number of bones from the inside of the Gate of Death. These bones infected by the energy of death are very strong in their hands, and there is no problem in building fortifications."

"Then this is a total war of equality." Panis said thoughtfully: "Does these undead have self-awareness? Or are there undeads with self-awareness behind them that are controlling, or is it controlled by the god of death himself?"

"There is little possibility that Danakus will control himself. He cannot do such a complicated thing with the divine barrier." Flar shook his head and said, "I prefer that some of the undead have developed self-awareness under the interference of Danakus. Of course, it will not be all, otherwise it will be too terrible."

"What about the good news?" Panis said, rubbing his chin, "The good news is that the undead have begun to believe in the God of Life?"

"Don't make such a blasphemous joke." Even with Flar's gentleness, Panis rolled his eyes in anger and said dissatisfiedly: "Be careful of God's desecration for your blasphemy."

"Okay, okay, I just can't guess what good news is." Panis shrugged and said, "The best news I can think of is that the undead suddenly changed their faith and all went to believe in Kaiya, the god of life, and no longer hated creatures at will. In this way, the problems will be solved."

"Of course that's good, but if you think about it, you know it's impossible." Flar sighed: "Although Neli has been helping us, the door to death has been opened now, which means Neli is afraid... the next thing is up to us."

"Yeah, maybe." Panis smiled unanimously and changed the subject: "Then what is the good news you said?"

"The good news is that after a certain number of undeads poured out, there seemed to be no new undeads." Flar said: "For this reason, Speaker Warrenson of the Land of Mages personally flew over the Death Gate in an elemental manner a few days ago and confirmed that there was at least an entire hour, and no new undeads walked out of the Death Gate, which was different from the last time the Death Gate returned."

"Why?" Catherine said in confusion: "Reasonably, shouldn't the undead appear continuously? Could it be that Danacus, who had just been resurrected, did not have enough power to awaken so many undead?"

"Sister, shh, don't talk nonsense." Lina pulled Catherine's arm and whispered: "Danacus does not need to actively awaken the undead. He only needs to exist there. Under the interference of his will, the undead will automatically wake up, which has nothing to do with whether his power is restored."

"Uh, sorry." Catherine said with a dry smile: "This is an accident, yeah, it's just an accident." (~^~)
Chapter completed!