Translator: Lonelytree
The success rate would not be too high at first, and the immobilizing ti would not be too long.
There might even be an awkward situation where the effect ended in a few seconds.
In order to make it last longer.
Matthew planned to seek resources from the Alliance.
He wanted to see if he could find a place to practice the Dragon Immobilizing spell.
After all, it was in Matthew’s plan.
This spell was extrely important.
As long as he could freeze the enemy for a mont, even if it were only for three seconds, he had a chance to send them into a near-death state.
Once the surrounding arrangents were completed.
Slaying a dragon was definitely not a fool’s dream.
Apart from learning spells and deducing the Dragon Slaying Plan, Matthew was still organizing the undead in the cetery and practising micro-control and command to a certain extent in a state of war.
Because the upper limit of the undead he could control had increased again.
As a result, so of the dead who had just been buried in the grave were transford into skeletons and zombies.
In this way.
The number of skeletons and zombies in the cetery had reached 360.
When they lined up together, they gave off a terrifying feeling of being so densely packed that one could not see the end.
At this mont.
Matthew finally realized the concept of numbers.
A few hundred of the Undead had the pressure of an ocean.
If there were thousands of them…
It was probably even more terrifying.
However, Matthew still encountered so obstacles in controlling the undead.
It was mainly because there were too many people.
He was not a professional general.
It was fine if they fought small-scale battles.
In a large-scale battle, Matthew estimated that they would only rush forward, wait for orders from fools, and retreat quickly. More detailed operations were difficult for him.
He was a mage.
He couldn’t possibly study the art of war at the last minute.
Even if it was necessary.
It seed like he didn’t have enough ti.
What made Matthew even more helpless was that..
None of the Contract Undead under him was a general.
Soldier was a lone wolf who only knew how to fight alone and spread the hip-twisting virus.
Renes had a certain level of leadership ability, but the number could not exceed 20.
Phily indeed had the ability of a general, but once the battle started, he would appear more often by Matthew’s side as a personal guard or mount.
As for Peggy…
The dishes she cooked were very good.
anwhile, in a few high-level units in the cetery.
Dark Warrior Argus was a true talent for generals.
However, this guy couldn’t leave the cetery too far away.
Elite Specter Ali was not bad either.
Helplessly, he could only command his own kind.
As for the new Mother of Slaves…
This fellow was purely a talent for internal affairs. She could handle zombie construction teams, but fighting was a joke.
In this way.
Matthew’s predicant of having so many soldiers was exposed.
He thought for a long ti about the candidates.
He suddenly thought of soone.
That was the Centaur Obast!
As a Tree Herder, Obast actually had considerable commanding abilities.
However, the creatures he commanded were usually nature creatures, such as tree spirits.
Isn’t it inappropriate to let a centaur who loves nature command the evil undead army?”
Matthew hesitantly went to find Obast.
He revealed his thoughts.
As expected.
Mr. Centaur was shocked.
“You want to command those dirty…Undead?”
Matthew smiled.
“I’m just here to discuss this with you. You don’t have to be so nervous.” Obast hesitated for a mont before shaking his head.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Matthew. I know I’m not qualified to reject you, but I really can’t convince myself to mix with a group of zombies or skeletons, even if they’re no longer as disgusting as they were at first. I’m sorry.”
Matthew got the answer he expected, but he was not particularly disappointed.
He patted Obast’s shoulder and turned to leave.
On the other hand, Obster looked at Matthew’s back with a complicated expression. There was dissatisfaction, discomfort, and a trace of sha.
At this mont.
A white light flashed beside him.
A lively and cute little light fairy ca out from the inner layer.
“Dang dang!
“Little Pineapple has arrived!
Dear Mr. Obast, Little Pineapple sends his regards to you on behalf of everyone in the Myriad World Tree Ocean!”
The little Light Fairy flew onto Obast’s shoulder.
“Everyone is very concerned about the progress of the migration. How is the situation here?”
Obast’s face tensed up. He sighed and said,
Hello, Little Pineapple. I’m afraid this isn’t a suitable place to move to. I’ve communicated with the lord here. A few days ago, a giant dragon attacked a small town near the forest. This place will soon be involved in the war. If you co now, you’ll probably be affected by the war.” Little Pineapple widened his eyes and said,
“Is there a war here?
But over at the forest, we’ve already been dragged into the war.
“The ancient basin that we used to avoid danger has been flooded with a large number of distorted astral creatures.
“Many people were injured because of this.
“Those astral creatures are too powerful. Is this place more dangerous than the Primordial Basin?”
Aubert beca even more nervous.
He quickly asked,
“How is everyone? Why are there astral creatures invading the sea of trees?” Little Pineapple sighed and said,
‘ Little Pineapple doesn’t know either. Everyone’s situation is getting worse by the day. Everyone wants to leave the Primordial Basin. Currently, the only one supporting everyone to continue fighting is Lord Obast..”
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