Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

First is strength.

Second is friendship.

What's the next step? Fang Zhou fell into contemplation.

After a long while, Fang Zhou awoke from his thoughts.

After thinking it through, there is only one feasible solution for breaking this situation.

That is to impose his might openly and boldly.

Due to the energy concentration limitation in the Land of Strife, Murphite and Uriel have been unable to break through the barrier and advance to Gold.

They also haven't found a way to leave this small realm and go to stronger fragments of the Undead Realm.

But Fang Zhou is not like them.

With his attribute panel and soul power, as long as he accumulates enough, he can naturally break through the bottleneck and advance to the Golden Level Undead Creatures.

The overly thin energy concentration is just a serious restriction for him, but it's not enough to hinder his breakthrough.

Not to mention that during this period, he hasn't slackened at all, using his attribute panel to analyze the authority of the Undead Blood Moon.

Based on previous experiences of searching for ways to other fragments of the Undead Realm in the Corpse Hill, the City of Strife lies at the center of the Land of Strife, where the space is the weakest.

The probability of finding a way to other fragments of the Undead Realm via the Blood Moon Teleportation Gate is the greatest.

As long as he breaks through to the Golden Level and possesses absolute overwhelming power over Uriel and Murphite.

Once he successfully finds a passage to other fragments of the Undead Realm, surely under the carrot and stick approach, these two powerful Undead Creatures will make the wise choice.

At any time, one's own strength is the most effective voice.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhou slightly raised his hand, and all the Tomb Undead leaders fell silent.

"I command.

First, maintain the previous pace and quickly occupy the empty corners of the City of Strife.

Do not conflict with the natives mentioned previously.

Second, strive to occupy all resource points near the City of Strife.

Especially watch for structures like the Blood Moon Observatory or Abyssal Teleportation Gate.

If discovered, report to me immediately.

Third, try to collect information about unique undead units inside and outside the City of Strife to enhance the unit sequence of our Tomb Territory.

........"

With Fang Zhou's several orders issued, the Tomb Undead leaders replied in unison.

"As you command, my lord."

"Don't neglect your personal strength enhancement either.

This Death Energy Prism is a naturally bestowed existence for Undead Creatures.

During this time, I will be here contemplating the Will of the Undead Blood Moon.

You can come here regularly, and I will infuse you with pure death energy, helping you quickly reach the Silver Limit."

There's not an Undead leader who isn't enthusiastic about their strength enhancement.

Therefore, upon hearing Fang Zhou's promise, these Tomb Undead leaders all showed joy.

"Yes, my lord."

...........

The autumn wind stirs, the cicada is first to sense.

Hundreds of kilometers north of the Beast Fighting City, there was a stretch of camps.

"Are humans going to counterattack?" Arthur, the Beastman Great Chief who initiated this attack on the Beast Fighting City, questioned within the central military tent.

They had already received intelligence from the front-line scouts, and were now summoning many tribal leaders for a council.

"Great, those damned guys are finally coming out of their turtle shells!"

A Golden Combat Professional couldn't help but slam his hand on the table in front of him.

It's been almost half a year; apart from occasional soldier raids on forest areas behind these fortresses, and sporadic skirmishes with human soldier groups, at other times humans have always defended within the fort, not stepping out, causing the Beastmen much irritation.

"Human initiative in attacking is not necessarily a good thing," Glory Shaman Edward said slowly.

With the wisdom of a caster and years of experience, he knew things weren't that simple.

"Do you mean?" Arthur asked.

"Either these humans have been disguising their strength, or they have received support," Edward pondered for a moment and said.

"These humans are weak; even with support, we don't fear them.

We have three Glory Champions here!" another Beastman leader said carelessly.

Alongside him, the meditative Glory Wizard Barrett opened his eyes to glance at this guy, then closed them again, saying nothing.

Indeed, aside from a hundred thousand soldiers, the Beastman tribe alliance army also had three Glory Champion-tier professionals.

One Glory Champion Samurai, one Glory Champion Shaman, and one Glory Champion Wizard.

One Combat Professional and two Magic Professionals; this formation could not be described as weak.

With the help of high-tier professionals, even if the low-tier forces were somewhat lacking, they could quickly reverse the situation under the support of a Glory Champion.

If there were only Glory Champion Combat Professionals, it wouldn't matter; they could carve up the opposition with a knife all day.

But a curse or magic from a Glory Champion Shaman or Wizard can kill a large number of low-tier soldiers in one go.

Especially Beastman Wizards, whose blasphemous magic can summon a Glory Champion Demon from the Abyss.

Of course, the summoning is merely a projection of the demon, its power is inferior to a true demon's body of the same tier.

"No matter what, since these humans dare step out of their defensive fortresses, we should give them the opportunity to see that Beastmen do not fear battle!" Arthur said sternly.

"Yes! Great Chief!"

"Roar!"

...

After the council ended, the various high-tier Beastmen left the military tent, returning to their quarters.

The Glory Wizard Barrett did the same.