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Chapter 661: The Transition Stage of the Battlefield

A few undead knights charged towards Bunduk and the others.

The halberd in their hands brushed past them.

Fortunately, they were agile, avoiding this wave of attacks.

Bunduk and the others had their backs leaned against each other, keeping a close eye on the undead knights.

“Commander, we’ll handle this. You should hurry up,” one of the subordinate officers said.

Bunduk carefully observed the position of the undead knights and replied, “Alright.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Bunduk sprinted up the stairs. The soldiers beside him firmly locked onto the movements of the undead knights.

They risked their lives to buy time and space for Bunduk to break out of the encirclement.

Before Bunduk ascended the altar, he turned his head to take a look. He discovered that the strengths of both sides were vastly different. The soldiers of Drondheim were barely able to resist the attacks of the undead knights. Wherever the undead warriors swung their long halberds, blood and flesh would fly everywhere if they were not careful.

“Darn it!” Bunduk could only go forward with all his might.

After climbing onto the altar, Bunduk finally had a chance to face the man from before.

He immediately noticed the disc in front of the man.

Combining what he had just observed, Bunduk nodded to himself.

He confirmed his own judgment in his heart, if the undead warriors in the field had become so strong, it must be related to this man.

As long as he got rid of this man, the connection between the power of the astrolabe and the undead warriors in the field would be cut off.

Then, the danger faced by the Drondheim warriors would be greatly reduced.

“As expected, you have been controlling the energy in the bodies of the undead warriors in the field, right?” Bunduk questioned.

The man’s figure was originally thin, and it was even more so when compared to Bunduk who was standing in front of him.

“How do you know?” the man asked.

“A formation like yours, which requires divine power, is something that ordinary undead warriors wouldn’t be able to withstand. I believe that you possess a special constitution that allows you to withstand the power of the formation and reflect it onto your own kind,” Bunduk said what he was thinking in his heart.

The man nodded, acknowledging that Bunduk’s words were correct.

“Is there nothing else?” Bunduk slowly raised his right hand that was holding the weapon.

“No, but even if you kill me, you won’t be able to change this astrolabe. The effect of this formation will continue, and all of you will die here,” the man said with a pale face.

“I don’t need you to worry about that,” Bunduk said disdainfully.

With a wave of his long saber, the undead man was beheaded. Bunduk didn’t look at him anymore and walked to the astrolabe.

In an instant, Bunduk’s body seemed to be weighed down by a thousand pounds, and he couldn’t stand up straight.

Bunduk’s expression was tense, and sweat was dripping from his forehead. He held the astrolabe tightly with both hands to prevent himself from falling down.

He remembered that the undead man had to go through constant training to adapt to being under such pressure. His abnormally thin figure was also explained.

The light that was originally projected on the undead man’s body slowly gathered towards Bunduk, and the arrangement of the stars on the astrolabe also changed.

Looking at the Drondheim warriors who were fighting on the battlefield, Bunduk continuously injected confidence into his heart.

In about a moment, the Drondheim warriors on the battlefield were already in despair. The warriors who were traveling with them fell one after another, widening the panic in their hearts.

“Drondheim!” On the battlefield that was filled with smoke, a warrior roared angrily.

The others couldn’t help but feel refreshed. They raised the weapons in their hands again and were ready to slash at the enemies in all directions.

Suddenly, the black sky quickly disappeared, and the Sun’s light enveloped Drondheim and the others.

The undead warriors let out a series of screams.

The power in their bodies was being withdrawn like flowing water.

The warriors of Drondheim, on the other hand, received a vast amount of energy.

The weapons in their hands carried the sound of a tiger’s roar. They tore through the air and hacked at the undead warriors.

The sudden change caught everyone off guard.

The omen of victory spread through the ranks of Drondheim’s soldiers.

Although the previous battle had caused the disparity in numbers between Drondheim’s soldiers and the undead warriors.

But now their combat strength was no longer the same as before.

When morale was high, the commanders of Drondheim’s soldiers led their own soldiers to charge into the battle. The undead warriors could only die one by one under their hands.

This battle finally ended with Drondheim’s battle.

Bunduk weakly walked down the altar and refused the support of his subordinate officers. With his last bit of willpower, he supported himself not to fall.

“We won.”

Even though they had only started with a few hundred people, there were now less than a hundred people left.

But to be able to wipe out the Undead Army, such an outcome could be considered to have paid off.

The subordinate elven medical soldier was treating the injured soldiers. It had to be said that the elven healing spells were indeed very effective. Even if they were injured, they could recover in a short period of time under their treatment.

After experiencing this intense battle, all the soldiers of Drondheim sat on the ground and rested. No one said anything.

Bunduk remembered that a Lizardmen Army was waiting for them outside the door. He couldn’t help but hold his forehead.

An elven medical soldier walked up to him and asked, “Commander, do you need me to treat you?”

Bunduk raised his head and looked at him. He shook his head and said, “I’m fine. Go and check the other soldiers. I just need some rest.”

The elven medical soldier nodded, but he still stuffed a small stone into Bunduk’s hand.

“What’s this?” Bunduk asked.

“This is a healing stone. It can relieve mental pain and pressure.”

Bunduk looked at the glowing green medicinal stone in his hand and sighed with emotion at the elves’ mastery of magic.

“Commander!” a subordinate officer shouted and quickly walked in front of Bunduk.

“What’s wrong?” Bunduk asked.

“We found the scouts in the team,” the officer reported.

“Where are they? Take me to see them,” Bunduk stood up and said.

The subordinate officer led Bunduk to the front of the stone stairs. A few haggard-looking people were sitting there. Bunduk immediately recognized Aldrich among them.

Aldrich, who was almost thirty years old, looked more like he was in his forties. It seemed that he had suffered a lot after being captured by the undead.

“What happened to you?” Bunduk asked sternly while looking at Aldrich and the other young men around him.

The young soldiers were so scared that they didn’t dare to make a sound.

Vice-captain Angelo sighed and reported everything that happened to the investigation team in the past two days.

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