Chapter 361: 359 The Final Battle_1
Limited by the problem of scarce food supply and the fact that the supply team could no longer arrive on ti.
At present, it seed that the only option left for the Dawn Legion was to fight all out with Purgatory City!
Their ultimate goal was to annihilate all the undead, and after having been involved with Purgatory City for so long, it was ti for a decisive battle to determine the outco.
Of course, even if they wiped out the undead inside Purgatory City, the problem of food shortage could not be solved.
As the undead did not need to eat, there would naturally be no food reserves in the city.
Perhaps there would be so food for the Purgatory Demon Dragon, but for the imnse Dawn Legion, it was totally insignificant.
But even if there were no spoils of war, it didn’t matter, because the intense battle would surely result in a significant reduction in the number of the Dawn Legion.
With fewer mouths needing to eat, the demand for food would naturally decrease.
When ntor ntioned this plan, Catalan imdiately refused.
But soon, his rationality told him that under the current circumstances, this was already the best solution.
In the end, with no other choice, Catalan reluctantly agreed to ntor’s proposal.
The Dawn Legion was now in a critical situation, and there really was no ti to waste.
Catalan, who deeply understood this, imdiately called over representatives of various influential parties that he could na and accurately conveyed his requirents word by word.
Not every representative among the allied forces was as mindless as Felton’s representative; many smart people could already guess what Catalan and ntor were planning on doing.
Major casualties were already inevitable.
What they needed to do now was to do everything possible to minimize the losses of their own forces.
Of course, the best way was to shift the risk to their allies.
As it is said, a dead friend’s wealth is better than being poor ourselves. Even in this world, this concept is clear.
Under the joint urging of Catalan and ntor, the once lifeless Dawn Legion quickly sprang back into action.
Compared to ordinary soldiers, the Spellcasters were treated much better.
Although they were all hungry, at least they had recently been able to send so edible food to their nearly empty stomachs.
It was just the quality and quantity of the food that could not be guaranteed, it might be grass roots, or cactus, or sothing…
By this ti, the once dignified and respected Spellcasters no longer cared about the quality of their food.
And if they ate too slowly, their companions would not hesitate to snatch their food away.
Because they had not eaten well, the Spellcasters appeared sowhat listless when casting spells.
At Catalan’s request and under the guidance of the Elf Spellcasters, a large group of Spellcasters flew awkwardly into the sky.
They then targeted the densest area of the undead within Purgatory City and launched a massive attack!
teors descending from the sky, spikes tearing apart the earth, and enormous Wind Blades sweeping around, sharper than steel.
In an instant, the bombardnt of these interdiate and advanced spells had brought Purgatory City, which was like stagnant water, to a complete boil.
Many undead creatures were shattered in the purifying power of the spells, and their soul flas were extinguished along with them.
But at the sa ti, even more undead surged forward like waves, madly rushing outward from the city.
This ti, the movent of the Dawn Legion’s Spellcasters was too great, and almost all the undead within Purgatory City were alard.
And this was precisely the effect that Catalan and ntor needed.
For the already hunger-stricken and demoralized Dawn Legion, to achieve the final victory, either their fighting spirit must be aroused, or they must have no way to retreat!
Flying Spellcasters who hadn’t eaten well were already sowhat groggy.
After releasing several interdiate and advanced spells in succession, many Spellcasters could not bear such a great consumption and blacked out.
With the people themselves unconscious, the Flight Skill could no longer be sustained.
They fell like sandbags from the sky, directly into the tide of undead corpses on the ground.
And their ultimate fate, needless to say, was grim.
Soon, flying undead creatures like Ghouls and Skeleton Griffins started to appear on the battlefield.
The nearly depleted Spellcasters of various races imdiately retreated in a panic, but their Flight Skill was too slow and they were quickly overtaken by the flying undead.
A group of Spellcasters who could barely muster a Fireball faced a large group of fierce and brutal undead…
Piercing screams imdiately echoed through the sky.
This ti, the losses of Spellcasters from various factions could be described as a heavy blow.
For any faction, even the Western Empire and the Dawn Elves, a powerful Spellcaster is a trendous treasure.
But now, they were being thrown out like bait, and the losses were so great. How could those in power not feel the pain?
Even Catalan felt his heart ached, as if it had been stabbed with a steel knife.
Looking at the densely packed undead that almost covered the whole earth and sky, Catalan clenched his teeth, and a trickle of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.
“Dawn Legion, attack!”
As Catalan’s almost hysterical shout rang out, the multi-racial allied forces, whose numbers were not much smaller than those of the undead, forcibly marched towards the tide of undead corpses under the urging of various factions’ representatives.
But even during the charge, the representatives of various forces were still plotting their own sches in their hearts.
Take the Oakland Federation as an example: it was an alliance of rchant city-states like those of the Dragon Bone Wasteland.
Only, the people of Oakland were all martially trained and produced rcenaries.
For them, every soldier was an invaluable treasure, and they were naturally not willing to risk their lives needlessly.
Although in the beginning, the people of Oakland were almost all in the front line.
However, by the ti the battle joined with the undead at the front, the people of Oakland had sohow retreated to the very back of the army.
Although they continued to shout slogans loudly, the risk had been reduced to the lowest level.
But soon, Oakland paid a bloody price for their clever ploy.
ntor imdiately saw through their sche, and there was no way around it – it was just too obvious.
After one of the Oakland Federation’s representatives had his head chopped off by ntor himself, not only did Oakland retreat, but so did the entire Dawn Legion’s battlefront, advancing quite a distance forward.
ntor let them know through his actions that this was not a joke; the ti had truly co for the Dawn Legion and Purgatory City to face the final showdown!
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