My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

Inside the Allied camp below.

The farmer's appearance ignited the atmosphere throughout the allied forces.

Representatives from five cities gathered in a tent, watching the man who had been brought in.

His expression was indescribably solemn.

"You said your village was attacked by undead?"

The Rockbreaker Morton's smile vanished, and his chubby body appeared quite tense.

"Yes, sir."

"The little one ran for his life and was rescued by the other soldiers."

The farmer's words were sincere and heartfelt, leaving the group looking at each other in bewilderment.

But at the same time, they all sensed that something was wrong.

At that moment, the hangman Ryan narrowed his eyes, looking at the farmer like a viper.

A cold, mocking expression:

"Ha, how interesting, even a bedbug can get here."

"That's simply incredible."

"We're supposed to be on a covert operation, so how did an outsider find out where we're based?"

"Don't you guys think this is too much of a coincidence?"

His questioning made everyone's faces turn ugly.

The way everyone looked at the farmer turned hostile.

This terrified the farmer, making his heart clench with fear.

He thought he had been exposed.

Fortunately, Scarface stepped in and tried to smooth things over.

"Ahem, Mr. Ryan, you are absolutely right."

"But you may be going in the wrong direction."

"Wouldn't he have come here because he was chased by the dead?"

"Wherever the dead want him to go, they will drive him there."

"So, we've actually been under the watchful eye of the dead all along."

As soon as Scarface uttered those words, the pupils of all five representatives widened in shock.

If Leonardo da Vinci's guess is true, then their every move is now completely known to the other side.

No wonder the undead have vanished without a trace and haven't come to ambush them.

After all that, their plan was to attack the village, lure them out to rescue it, and thus disperse their forces.

After thinking about this.

He slammed his crimson-red armor on the table.

"Damn it, a bunch of despicable and filthy bastards."

"We absolutely cannot fall for this trap; we must unite and hold this place."

"Once we find their stronghold, we can wipe them out in one fell swoop."

Several people agreed with his proposal.

But Cyril, being a knight, refused to accept it:

"No, I object. We can't just stand by and watch the village die."

"As a knight of justice, it is my duty to go to the rescue."

"Otherwise, all the nearby villages will be slaughtered and turned into soldiers of the undead."

"The situation we will face then will be even more difficult."

Cyril's words made the situation tense again.

The hot-tempered Burning Armor angrily questioned:

"Golden Knight, what do you mean? You knew it was a trap, yet you still jumped in."

"Do they want to be picked off one by one?"

"It's absolutely stupid."

Even after being scolded, the stubborn Cyril remained unmoved.

He glanced at the others who remained silent.

They immediately began analyzing the pros and cons:

"I know I may seem foolish to you."

"But don't forget,"

"If we let the undead slaughter the village without any response, it will only embolden them."

"They think we're just a bunch of cowards cowering here."

His words were so harsh that he insulted everyone involved.

This made everyone very unhappy.

But I also wanted to see what the other person would say.

Cyril then took out a map of the city's defenses.

Five towns and their current locations were directly circled.

Pointing upwards, he continued:

"Look at the location of these villages; aren't they very close to the town?"

"If we don't take action, the undead might take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on towns with weak defenses."

"No matter which one he attacks, we won't be able to react in time."

"If we try to provide support then, we'll be overwhelmed."

"It would be better to annihilate this undead force in one fell swoop and reduce their strength."

"Otherwise, if this continues, our supply lines will be cut off."

Cyril's analysis was well-reasoned and persuasive, causing the representatives who had initially agreed to stick to their positions to waver.

They are now completely on the fire.

Going out to provide support is not an option, nor is staying here to defend and search the underground palace.

No matter what, you'll find yourself in a disadvantageous situation.

This is the open scheme of the dead.

Having realized this, Rockbreaker Morton sighed.

"Damn it, are these skeletons really that smart?"

"They've actually created a dead end for us."

The alluring Eclipse Moon Elaine nodded in approval:

"Yeah, it's really worrying me to death."

"I thought it would be an easy mission, but I didn't expect that my base might be raided."

"This is really a headache for them~".

Throughout the entire camp, everyone wore a worried expression.

Everyone felt immense pressure and didn't know which choice to make.

At this point, Scarface offered his opinion:

"Well, every second we hesitate now means another person will die in the village."

Instead of thinking about how to break this deadlock, we should take a look at what cards we have up our sleeve.

"After all, the reason the undead dare not attack our allied forces is precisely because they lack confidence."

"Otherwise, why would we need to go through all this trouble?"

"They also need to plot various conspiracies."

"So now it's time to play your cards."

His words were like a wake-up call, making the eyes of all five representatives light up.

Yes, how could they forget that?

The reason the undead didn't choose to attack the camp was because they were afraid.

In that case, we certainly cannot remain inactive and stay put.

Whether it's a mule or a horse, you have to take it out for a walk.

Otherwise, if the other side really takes over your hometown, it will be too late to regret it.

Having made their decision, everyone turned their attention to Cyril.

"Brother, is it really feasible for you to go?"

"We're bound to be ambushed this time; we might all be wiped out."

Rockbreaker Morton offered a word of advice, hoping the other party would reconsider.

But Cyril just smiled confidently.

His hidden aura suddenly erupted.

The unique aura belonging to level 10 caused everyone's hair to dance wildly.

"This, this is... the aura of a Bronze-tier expert?"

"You actually broke through?"

Incredulous voices echoed within the tents.

Everyone's face was filled with shock.

"That's right, I'm already a level 10 knight, and I'll be reaching level 11 soon."

"For this rescue mission, I will bring all my troops and use a counter-strategy."

"They caught the ambushers off guard."

As he said this, he drew his enchanted weapon, and scorching flames rose into the tent.

Each one roasted represented a face that stung with pain.

"What? What? You have an enchanted weapon?" The Executioner Ryan looked on in disbelief.

My heart is filled with deep jealousy.

"Ha, what's so special about that?" Cyril said smugly, sheathing his weapon again.

He continued boasting, "We have weapons like these throughout our entire army."

Whoosh! The camp erupted in chaos.

The four representatives felt a buzzing sound in their ears.

It was as if I had heard a bolt from the blue.

Having 600 soldiers equipped with enchanted weapons—what an extravagant feat!

It would have been quite unusual to see even one in this border region.

They've made 600 now?

This isn't just being wealthy; it's like building a city with mountains of gold!

The representatives, whose values ​​were shaken, gasped in shock.

I think Iron City is really too low-key.

If you have the ability, why are you acting like a coward?

This caused widespread panic among them, who thought they were doomed.

It seems they chose to take the initiative because they had this trump card.