Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 374 - 357: Wait... Where’s the body?

If the Goblin Army was considered the first wave of cannon fodder testing the assault, then the Undead Army of the Dark City State Alliance was the vanguard for the actual siege.

Skeleton Soldiers clad in armor and Goblins turned into undead surged towards Blade City like a flood, and the already eerie and cold Underworld seemed to become even more chilling with the appearance of the Undead Army.

The Dwarf Warriors and Dwarf Mages on the city walls were evidently not dealing with these undead for the first time. Their expressions instantly became serious, and their breathing began to grow heavy...

As believers of the Death God, no one understood the terror of the undead better than them.

They felt no pain, had no emotions, and followed the commands of their controllers with absolute loyalty, like a group of machines that only knew how to kill...

When fighting against the Undead Army, unless one defeated the controller behind the undead or used an undead army of one’s own to counter them, even if one could achieve victory, it would come at a great cost.

Among these fears, the most terrifying was the possibility that the teammate fighting alongside you one moment could be killed by the undead the next moment, and then join the opposing army as an undead adversary.

Contrary to the soldiers of Blade City, the elves displayed rather odd expressions upon seeing the undead:

"Undead?"

"Weren’t we... allies with the Death God?"

Seemingly noticing the elves’ confusion, Brin sighed deeply and explained,

"These are Fallen Undead of the Dark Alliance..."

"They have forsaken our master, sided with the God of Darkness and Shadow, and gained formidable powers from the Shadow Territory and the Infinite Abyss. They are evil Fallen ones!"

"They are more terrifying than ordinary undead, capable of corrupting corpses and other undead, turning them into their own..."

Finishing, Brin cast a deep glance at the rear of the Undead Army, clenching the Magic Wand in his hand.

In truth, there was one thing he hadn’t shared...

Under normal circumstances, as believers of the Death God residing in a city under the Death God’s protection, they should have been able to easily exterminate these undead using the powers of the True God.

However, the Dark Alliance seemed to have some special power suppressing their ability to control the undead.

Forget influencing these Fallen Undead, even the Undead Mages of Blade City couldn’t summon their undead properly.

Even when they managed to summon them, their condition was poor and they could be easily tainted by the opposing forces...

After hearing Brin’s explanation, the players were momentarily stunned.

However, those players who had previous experience battling undead scrutinized them closely and discovered the differences.

Unlike the undead summoned by the Goblin High Priest earlier, the Soul Fire flickering in the eye sockets of these undead was not the usual blue but a dark red.

Moreover, faint wisps of black mist seemed to encircle them, making them resemble shadow monsters from a shadow instance, while also carrying a familiar scent akin to the Despair Scale Monster...

"We absolutely cannot let them reach the city walls! Quickly, clear the corpses from the walls! Otherwise, they’ll corrupt the bodies on the walls, converting them into new Fallen Undead!"

Watching the Undead Army draw closer, Brin sternly reminded.

However, the elves’ response was far more optimistic and cheerful than he imagined...

"Hey, whether they’re ordinary undead or Fallen Undead, it’s even better if they’re fallen! Maybe they’ll give more experience points!"

"Haha! We can handle this! Is this like calamity fighting calamity?"

"So many of them! How much experience will this give us? I’m going to have a blast today!"

"Switch weapons! Switch weapons! For dealing with undead... initial wooden weapons work best!"

"Darn! Why didn’t you say so earlier? I didn’t bring any..."

The elves seemed not to take Brin’s warnings particularly seriously.

On the contrary... they chattered enthusiastically, eager to engage the undead, appearing impatient to fight.

Seeing the elves’ excitement, Brin was unsure whether to commend their healthy mindset or caution their excessive optimism. It seemed his words hadn’t calmed these battle-thirsty elves but instead made them even more excited...

He sighed, choosing not to command the elves but instead ordering the soldiers of the Silent Alliance to remove the corpses from the walls and to bring in a Priest to purify, guiding the souls back to the Goddess’s realm.

However, after the command was given, the soldiers showed little movement...

"What are you standing around for?"

Brin frowned.

Upon hearing his words, the soldiers’ expressions turned a bit peculiar.

The Dwarf Warrior nearest to Brin scratched his head and said,

"Sir... well, there don’t seem to be many bodies on the walls. They’ve already been dealt with."

Already dealt with?

Brin was taken aback.

How could that be?

So many Goblins were killed by the elves, and there were also elven casualties. The bodies couldn’t have been disposed of so quickly!

Thinking this, Brin still surveyed the wall more closely, and this closer look left him slightly stunned.

On the walls... there really weren’t that many bodies, but there was quite a bit of tattered goblin equipment left behind.

In some places, it was almost piled into small mounds, and he even saw a few elves gleefully picking through them, similar to scavengers...

Hmm... it was a bit of an eyesore.

Brin twitched his lips and shifted his gaze away.

But... where were the bodies?

He felt a bit confused.

And just then, his peripheral vision caught sight of an elf chasing a Goblin.

It seemed to be a Goblin that had run in the wrong direction.

The other Goblins had either been killed or fled down the walls, but this one, having run the wrong way, was cornered by the elf.

Then, Brin witnessed a surprising scene—

The elf grinned viciously, cutting down the Goblin with a swift strike.

The Goblin died instantly, yet its corpse disintegrated like it had weathered away, turning into a cloud of ash...

This... the body vanished?

Brin’s eyes widened.

He turned to signal a Death God Priest standing nearby, who immediately understood his intent and began to silently mutter something with closed eyes.

A moment later, the priest opened his eyes:

"Its soul disappeared."

The soul disappeared?

Brin was astonished.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, he brightened internally:

No...

It didn’t disappear!

The elves must have purified the Goblin’s body!

I see now, no wonder these elves weren’t afraid; even confronting the Undead Army, they remained fearless. They... somehow mastered a method to purify bodies on the spot!

Wait... all those fallen elves disappeared as well, could it be the same?

Brin took a deep breath, convinced he had uncovered the truth.

In that moment, when he looked at the elves again, his perspective shifted...

No wonder they were named as reinforcements by the True God, it turned out they possessed such capabilities!

In the siege battles, the Dark Alliance’s shadow monsters and Fallen Undead were the most headaches for the Silent Alliance.

These elves, able to sweep up the enemy’s ashes upon defeating them, purifying them instantly, effectively meant cutting off the replenishing strength of the Fallen Undead!

Moreover, coupled with their fearless, reckless fighting style...

Brin started to feel a twinge of anticipation for the battle between the elves and the undead.