Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Skeletons rushed at Shule’s city walls like roaring waves.
Even though their relentless charge often only left shattered bones behind, they still showed no inclination to retreat.
The soldiers and the mages on the city walls were so frantic that one could almost see the afterimages of their movements. They were afraid that one misstep would result in the sea of skeletons crashing down on them.
“Say, my grandson…” Miazova watched the scene speechlessly. “Are you intending to use those skeleton soldiers to forge a path ahead?”
The Tibetans had claimed the upper hand thus far, having destroyed tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers without suffering a single casualty, but…
One could tell from how the remains of the defeated skeleton soldiers gradually formed a slope before the city walls that the Tibetans were in for a tough time.
Miazova could imagine the skeletons pouring into Shule once the ashes stack up to the height of the city walls. Once the dam began to leak, more holes would appear, faster than they could be plugged up, until the blockade was finally torn down.
“That’s why I told you that nothing can stop an undead army once it reaches a certain scale!” Shu Yichao said gleefully. “No race can rival the undead in the late game.”
“That’s because the enemy hero fled,” Miazova scoffed, pouring a bucket of cold water on Shu Yichao. “If the enemy hero was still around, your undead army would have struggled quite a bit.”
Miazova could tell even from a distance away that Asudo was a hero-class mage.
Hero-class warriors, due to their lack of large-scale AOE attacks, struggled against players who spammed low-cost, weak troops like Shu Yichao. Chances were that they would be worn down before they could bring down all the enemies.
However, the same couldn’t be said about hero-class mages, who could easily obliterate an entire field of them with a single spell. They were the perfect counter against such a play style.
“It’s weird now that I think about it. Why did that mage suddenly flee?” Miazova murmured contemplatively
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