Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 375 - 358 The Equipment is in Urgent Need…

The players naturally didn’t have the means to purify corpses.

It was merely their hidden war priest ability activating, allowing these Goblin corpses and their faithless souls to return to nature in a different way...

Of course, Brin didn’t know this.

This war priest ability was well disguised by True God, so it was normal for them to mistake it for a purification ability.

Well, in a sense, it was purification, just a more thorough one.

Discovering the secret of the elves made Brin increasingly excited.

Meanwhile, the Undead Army finally charged up the city walls along the ladders left by the Goblins.

Brin noticed that during this process, there were sections of the walls where the elves obviously had the chance to destroy the ladders before the undead could climb up, yet no one did...

*They... seemed to be eager to fight the undead.*

*Some even stood by the ladders, just waiting for the undead to come up for a fight.*

*A bunch of lunatics...*

Brin murmured to himself.

*At the same time, he had already decided that he must never become enemies with these reckless and ruthless guys in the future...*

The undead that surged onto the walls quickly engaged in battle with the elves.

The sound of clashing swords filled the walls again, mixed with the chanting of spells and the angry shouts of elves, turning the battlefield into chaos once more.

Differing from the Goblins, the undead were more powerful.

Most of them ranged from Black Iron Lower to Black Iron Middle rank, and they were quite disciplined, like an emotionless army...

As soon as the two sides clashed, the gap became evident.

The elves mostly lacked experience in fighting the undead and didn’t have the composure they had when slaughtering the Goblins.

Although undead sometimes had their heads chopped off by the elves’ attacks, extinguishing their Soul Fire and turning into piles of bones, more undead withstood their attacks...

The undead were incredibly resilient, and even if they lost a leg or an arm, it didn’t mean much to them.

They just shed a few bones at most, slightly affecting their combat ability and mobility.

If they didn’t hit a vital spot, many of their attacks had no effect on the undead.

Actually, the best way should have been for a Priest to suppress them using light-attributed Divine Arts, then destroy their Soul Fire when their strength was suppressed.

But unfortunately, the True Gods of the Netherworld didn’t possess light-attribute Divine Arts, and the elves’ side also lacked priests...

The result was that, besides some Black Iron Upper rank powerhouses who could handle it with ease due to their strong power, many were flustered under the undead’s attack.

They knew how to cooperate, but the undead likewise had discipline.

This time, the Undead Army’s offensive surpassed any previous time.

With their numerical advantage, the Undead Army soon created breaches in the defense line on the walls.

They gradually occupied some key areas on the walls, forcing the elves and the Silent Alliance to retreat gradually.

Accompanied by the sound of swords clashing, angry curses, laughter, magical explosions, and bones shattering, more and more undead surged up the walls, and the battle became increasingly fierce...

The walls of Blade City had completely turned into a hellish scene.

Broken skeletons were everywhere, and the walls had long been stained a dark red by the elves’ blood, the intense smell of blood was overwhelming...

Brin was well aware of the horror of the undead, but the elves’ resilience once again exceeded his imagination.

In fact, when fighting the Goblins, Brin noticed that these elves seemed to fear neither death nor pain.

But when they truly battled the undead, those shocking scenes once again refreshed Brin’s understanding of the elves...

Every moment, elves were dying in battle, but every fallen elf fought tenaciously until the very last second.

*Facing the undead’s attacks, they were fearless.*

Even though their wounds increased and they sustained mortal injuries, these elves still fought with the undead as if they couldn’t feel the pain, laughing boldly all the while.

What’s more, the more serious their injuries, the more desperately they fought in battle, trying every means to take a string of skeletons down with them before they died, as if failing to do so would be a loss.

*At that moment, it seemed as if they were the true undead.*

When an elf fell in battle, their corpse was "purified" on the spot.

Nobody would mourn the sacrifice of their companions; their eyes were only filled with their enemies, their only goal being slaughter...

Watching the fierce battle on the walls, Brin grew increasingly impressed with these strange elves.

Perhaps their strength wasn’t high, but they understood teamwork, had tenacious character, and were full of fighting spirit.

Such beings might be individually weak, but when they formed an army, they became truly terrifying.

As time passed, although more and more undead climbed the walls, the number of elves likewise increased.

As injured elves fell, new elves continuously rushed from the city to join the fight against the undead...

The shouts and killing cries resounded continuously, and the battle on the entire wall gradually turned into a long-drawn-out tug-of-war, with the elves and undead locked in combat, the scene impossibly chaotic.

The warriors of the Silent Alliance had long been pushed aside by the elves to provide support.

These battle-loving long-eared ones seemed afraid someone might take their fight away, each of them charging forward.

And seeing those long ears almost filling the walls, Brin seriously wondered if Lord Huo Xu had brought back all the elves from the surface...

However, although he felt shocked and awed by these elves’ fighting spirit and tenacity, he likewise felt a deep sense of regret watching them fall one by one...

The elves were, after all, a long-lived race, renowned for their low birth rate. After this battle, who knew how many would remain?

Indeed, Brin even thought these elves were somewhat foolish...

At the start, they could have destroyed the ladders when the Goblins fled, trapping the undead below the walls.

That way, they just had to wait until the entity summoning the Undead Army exhausted its Magic Power and retreated, and the elves could have avoided significant losses...

However, they insisted on facing the undead head-on.

This choice, while leading to the slaying of more undead, also came at a heavy cost to themselves.

Brin had lost count of how many elves he’d seen die in battle.

Yet the remaining elves continued to rush forward recklessly, joining the frontline battle as if they had no regard for their lives.

*Madmen...*

*Truly madmen!*

*Completely unafraid of consequences, disregarding losses, without any care for their or their companions’ lives!*

Brin was even starting to worry these crazy elves might, by losing too many, be exterminated by the Undead Army as time went on...

This was highly possible because he had realized that these elves only had eyes for slaughter; besides killing the enemy and collecting equipment, they cared for nothing else!

However, he didn’t see the elves’ numbers dwindle; instead, he first encountered a Dwarf soldier running from inside the city, drenched in sweat.

And the other brought a piece of news that left him utterly shocked,

"What did you say? The eight thousand sets of equipment prepared in the city are all gone?"