Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

On the other two sides, defending proved more difficult, and even a combat professional of Silver Tier died in battle.

This forced Shen Zhongyun to dispatch several dark shadow puppets to each side for support.

Accompanying them were dark erosion mages; with the support of these summoned creatures possessing casting ability, the next time they face an attack, defense will be somewhat easier.

.............

The battle ended, but for Fang Zhou, the things to busy with are far from over.

At this moment, both above and below the walls are piled with corpses.

If it were others defending the city, they might have let the beastmen retrieve these corpses.

But the defender is Fang Zhou, the most genius undead mage in history.

In Fang Zhou’s eyes, these corpses represent wealth and combat power, and none can be wasted.

The beastmen and native cannon fodder daring to collect corpses were all driven away by the magic energy crossbows on the wall.

Under Shen Zhongyun’s indication, Fang Zhou continuously cast spells of resurrection, creating expendable flesh servants.

Relying on the original Tiger Suppression Fortress garrison for defense, after large scale casualties, morale inevitably plummets.

But with these flesh servants, such issues do not exist.

As long as Fang Zhou’s mana can maintain it, it’s an incomparably profitable trade.

Resurrection of the Dead.

Flesh Sewing.

Corpses were hit by magic one by one, beginning their resurrection, becoming new warrior defenses.

Beastmen far down the mountain saw this scene with eyes splitting in rage.

Many beastmen, upon seeing the corpses of their comrades become today’s flesh servants fighting against them, roared in fury and screamed in hatred, wishing they could kill Fang Zhou.

"Damn humans, I want to tear them apart!"

Yale Centurion saw through magic their comrades’ corpses becoming terrifying flesh servants, his hand claws gripping so tightly they creaked, angrily slamming them against the table before him.

No matter how he considered those Black Skull and White Skull beastmen as lowly people, he couldn’t tolerate his subordinate warriors being made into undead creatures after dying in battle.

Yale Centurion breathed heavily in anger, taking a long time to recover.

"This can’t continue, there’s an undead mage inside!

If this goes on, not only won’t it wear them down, it will actually strengthen their siege defense!"

"What to do?

Unbelievable, the undead mage in the tribe’s records wasn’t supposed to be such a trash profession?

How does he have the mana to control so many strong undead?"

Purigo Warlock frowned deeply.

"Tomorrow, launch a full assault, attack continuously without pause.

Don’t give them any rest time!

Casters must join the battle; I don’t believe they can hold on for long."

Yale Centurion said viciously.

"Won’t this result in too many casualties?" the Shrek Shaman said slowly.

"Although these low people can be recruited at any time, training them also takes time.

If we lose too much here, it will affect our future plans."

"Do you have a good plan!?" Yale glared at Shrek, hearing this.

Shrek shook his head helplessly seeing this.

"Tomorrow, two thousand will be dispatched from my side, and you all will send troops; I don’t want anyone to hold back!

The longer it drags on, the stronger the undead mage’s power becomes on the battlefield.

I don’t want us retreating shamefully in the end."

"If anyone retreats before the order is given tomorrow, they can test how sharp my war axe is!"

Yale Centurion furiously drew his war axe from his waist and swung it onto the table before him, chopping it into two pieces.

...

On the first day of battle, beastmen left behind nearly six hundred corpses.

All these corpses were collected by Fang Zhou.

Though Fang Zhou considered the consumption of mana, to maintain a full state for the ensuing battles, he didn’t turn all these corpses into flesh servants.

But he utilized his high mana recovery rate to resurrect half the cadavers and raised a flesh servant cannon fodder army of 300.

With the support of magic conductors, Calm and Relaxed, Transcendent Enchantment, and various marvels and equipment, Fang Zhou’s mana recovery rate vastly exceeds other Silver Lower Rank mages.

Not to mention that whether it was Apprentice Tier, Black Iron, or Bronze Stage, he took potential potions crafted from Heavenly and Earthly Treasures corresponding to each tier.

This greatly increased his affinity for undead energy and the speed of his mana recovery.

Such perfect combat power coordination allowed Fang Zhou to quickly convert most of the first day’s trophies into fighting power.

Of course, due to time and mana constraints, Fang Zhou did not overly enhance these corpse materials.

Yet he still chose the best among them, uncovering three flesh servants with the potential to ascend to Silver Tier undead.

After strengthening these three flesh servants into Blood Spirit Hatred, Blood Spirit Warrior, and Blood Spirit Knight according to his talents, Fang Zhou’s Blood Spirit Undead welcomed new comrades.

At midnight, Fang Zhou contentedly inspected his undead army.

After a day of bloody battles, Fang Zhou’s forces not only didn’t diminish, but instead gained three Silver Tier Blood Spirit Undead, a dozen Bronze Undead, fifty Black Iron Tier flesh servants, and over two hundred Apprentice Tier flesh servants.

This no doubt greatly compensated for today’s battle losses.

Consolidating his undead army, Fang Zhou rubbed his tired brow.

This wartime condition brings different mental stress compared to regular times.

Just as the Blood Spirit Lord clone is going smoothly with nothing requiring attention, he seized the time to rest properly.

Not only must he recover his mana but also his slightly tense spirit, preparing for increasingly intense and brutal battles tomorrow.

...............

The second day’s battle quickly arrived.

More beastmen ascended the mountain paths, pushing siege machinery to continue their assault.

Yale Centurion, wielding golden tier battle qi, stood on the high camp lookout tower, spreading his words across the mountainside with hearty battle qi.

"Warriors, within the city lies an evil undead mage!

He desecrated the corpses of those fallen in battle, preventing our men from returning to the madness wilderness.

Today, we will breach this city, and tear everyone inside apart.

Kill them all, eat them all!!!"

"Roar roar roar!"

"Awooo!"

Since yesterday midnight, beastmen shamans and warlocks have been brewing secret medicine in the camp.

The blood-burning potion, igniting bloodline power and rendering one fearless of pain, had long been consumed by these beastman warriors.

Now, they only felt surging hot blood, battle qi raging endlessly within, eyes filled with a lust for blood.

Inspired by Yale Centurion’s battle cry, they wished to immediately charge into the city and join the battle.

"Woo!!!"

A melancholic horn sounded, conveying the order to advance.

Beastman warriors howled as they joined the fierce siege.

The following days’ battle grew even fiercer.

Beastmen seemed endless; even those fleeing from fear were slain by enforcers at the rear.

Beastmen rotated their attacks, swapping out tired warriors for fresh troops to continue the assault.

Constant battle not only massively increased garrison casualties, but even the soul fire of the flesh servants was nearly depleted.

Fang Zhou and Shen Zhongyun dared not save mana, continuously pouring expensive mana recovery potions into their mouths.

Resurrection of the Dead!

Flesh Sewing!

False Life!

Spells to restore fighting strength of undead creatures were released continuously.

Without these enhancement and fortification spells, the battle would have fallen apart long ago.

Constantly, flesh servants and Bronze Undead died in battle, even several Silver Tier Blood Spirit Undead perished tragically.

At this point in the battle, everyone was bloodthirsty, seeing only enemies in their eyes.

On the battlefield, aside from beastmen, one occasionally glimpsed demons from the Abyss.

These Little Inferior Demons, Blade Demons, Burning Fire Demons, and others sporadically appeared on the battlefield.

At times, their combat strength even exceeded that of beastmen of the same tier significantly.

Born from the Abyss, they possessed naturally strong bodies and rich combat experience, with many possessing abilities to unleash innate skills.