Chapter 1648 Daisom Army
The next day, with the restoration of the barrier, the remnants of the sky’s veil have gradually been cleared away. Surprisingly, the moon appeared last night.
Unfortunately, the Silvermoon Forest has turned into the Ghost Land, losing all its former glory.
But as the morning sun rose, its rays gradually dispelled the dense aura of death, bringing a hint of vitality to this place.
Last night was very peaceful. Li Yao did not hear the horn of Dalkhan’s breakthrough; the undead still remained entrenched inside.
Most of the city walls have disappeared, with the undead hiding under the protection of tall buildings’ defensive machinery. Although it seemed imposing, it felt lifeless.
Standing at the edge of the ship’s railing, Li Yao looked at the distant Daisom and said, "What a pity, last night was the last glimmer of life for Daisom’s undead. Although we have settled, we’re still not firmly established. Even if we don’t escape, attacking at night would have been much more advantageous than fighting in the daytime."
The morning wind gently blew through his hair carrying a scent of decay, and he sighed as well: "Dalkhan is not fit to lead an army. He is too arrogant, never willing to admit his own shortcomings, and pride can only make one fall behind the times."
"In fact, I initially planned to place the Drying Sun Legion here, but seeing the situation here, I changed my mind. This place is more suited as a warehouse or research site. Stationing too many troops would lead to a dead end like Dalkhan. After all, these are the undead. For any other army, simply blocking this place would be enough to starve the garrison here without having to do anything."
Li Yao had already made up his mind that the base for the Drying Sun Legion would ultimately be set at the Tower of the Windwalker.
"The soldiers have been organized, and the new recruits have received their respective combat tasks," the chief of staff reported, bowing to Li Yao.