Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

These were all middle-high tier Professionals among the Beastmen of the Alliance Army.

At the center of the war tent stood a magic sand table; it was a terrain map of the Desert, and also a panoramic image of this battlefield.

The war tent was like a vegetable market, noisy and chaotic, Beastmen everywhere shouting their opinions at the top of their lungs.

"These humans actually dare to crawl out of their turtle shells!"

"I'll tear them to pieces and let them learn what true pain really is!"

"Start the battle at once! My broadsword has long been starving and parched!"

.......

The Beastmen were in a frenzy, as if they had already forgotten the heaps of corpses they had left before the human fortress.

They had also forgotten how, over these years, every assault on the humans had ended with shattered spears and sunken sand, their tribes pushed ever farther north.

Glory Shaman Edward, however, wore a deep frown.

In his view, the shouting of these Beastman powerhouses was meaningless aside from venting; the current situation was far from optimistic.

At the high-tier level of combat strength, the enemy already fielded two Glory Champion Professionals, a Storm Mage and an Erosion Blade.

Even if one ignored the possibility of hidden power on the other side, strictly speaking, their own lineup was being countered.

Although both sides had a pairing of one Magic Professional and one Combat Professional, the enemy's Combat Professional was an Erosion Blade, while theirs was a Beastman Headhunter Warrior.

The enemy's Erosion Blade could conceal his tracks and launch a surprise attack on him, this Glory Shaman.

But their own Headhunter Warrior had no way to directly threaten the enemy Glory Champion Mage.

As for middle and low tier strength, the Beastmen did have a numerical advantage, but war is not decided by numbers alone.

In past battles, human battle formations had repeatedly shattered Beastman armies whose numbers were temporarily superior.

"Lord Arthur, what is your intent?" Edward turned his gaze to the Great Chief beside him.

"We have no choice but to meet them in battle!" Arthur bared his mouthful of fangs in a grin.

Edward nodded slightly.

Indeed, this campaign had been initiated by the Beastmen themselves.

They had been fighting for half a year now, consuming vast stores of supplies and the lives of soldiers, yet had gained not a single concrete result.

If they now slunk away with their tails between their legs, they would likely have to roll up their tents and flee even farther north.

By then, the extreme cold and extreme scarcity of resources in the Northern Wilderness would freeze even more clansmen to death.

Dead either way—better to let these low-tier Beastmen die on the battlefield.

Even if they were defeated, they could at least maul the humans of Beast Fighting City badly enough that they would not be able to pursue the Beastmen to extinction.

"Just look at how many powerhouses we have—what is there to fear about losing?"

Arthur's face broke into a smile as he gestured at the numerous middle-high tier Beastmen standing in the war tent.

And this was only a portion of the high-tier Beastmen in the army; many more middle-high tier Warriors were waiting within the ranks, with no chance to attend this war council.

At present, with reinforcements being drawn from the rear by stripping everything bare, the Beastmen's force had exceeded a hundred and twenty thousand.

Not only did they hold an advantage in middle and low tier manpower; in middle-high tier combat power, they were far ahead.

In past battles, the method humans employed had always been hunkering down in their cities, relying on solid fortifications to resist Beastman assaults and dragging things out until the Beastmen could no longer hold and withdrew.

Now the humans had finally emerged from their fortress and were willing to fight the Beastmen in open field.

In Silver and Golden Tier combat strength, the Beastmen were at least not inferior to the humans—and with such overwhelming dominance in manpower, equipment, and powerhouses, if they still did not dare fight the humans in the open, they truly would become a laughingstock.

Arthur strode up to the chief seat, Glory Battleaxe in hand, and looked at the boisterous crowd of Beastmen in the tent.

Only when the tent had quieted down did he speak, word by word: "This Desert is the ancestral land of our Beastmen.

Over fifty large-scale wars have been waged through the ages; right and wrong are hard to judge and speak of.

But none of you can have failed to notice that it is on this Desert battlefield that the rise and fall of countless tribes has been decided, one flourishing while another declines.

Back in the days when I was still young, I led the tribal Alliance Army along three converging routes to this place, raised our banners and marched south, waging war for days against the humans of Beast Fighting City—neither side gaining the upper hand.

At this very moment, I cannot understand why everyone speaks of retreat and withdrawing into our shell, as though this Desert battlefield were destined to bring us misfortune with scant hope of survival.

Twenty years ago, I set off northward from this very place.

Wherever the grand army passed, the natives welcomed us wholeheartedly, Fierce Beasts fled in panic—truly we had seized the advantage of heaven's timing.

The scene of that exuberant vitality, all things vying to grow, is still vivid before my eyes.

And in a mere twenty years, has this place truly turned into the site of my burial?"

No matter how you phrase it, the forces committed to this battle are a hundred and twenty thousand against eighty thousand.

The advantage is ours!

Since the humans wish to fight us in open field, we shall grant them the most merciless death!"

The tent fell silent for a heartbeat, then erupted into an even wilder chorus of cheers and howls.

"The advantage is ours!"

...

On the main battlefield of the Hundred-Li Desert, the principal forces of Beastmen and humans faced off against each other.

Fang Zhou rode upon the Black Gem Young Dragon Tiamat, standing within the Mage Corps in the rear, raising his head to look.

On the human side, Glory Champion Mage Lv Jinglei was alone, hovering in midair.

Major General Ning Danxin was concealed among the Combat Professionals, while that other mysterious Erosion Blade was nowhere to be seen.

Facing Major General Lv Jinglei was the enemy's Glory Headhunter Warrior, Great Chief Arthur, accompanied by a group of Golden Tier Beastmen.

"Humans, you actually dare leave your turtle shell and meet us in open battle.

Kneel and surrender, kiss my axe, and I may spare your life!"

Arthur's voice, amplified by Battle Qi, resounded across the entire battlefield.

Wherever the sound passed, Beastman war soldiers howled; their eyes were already bloodshot as they waited for slaughter.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say to you.

As long as you surrender, I can let you live on as my slave and test subject." Lv Jinglei gave a faint smile.

Arthur's face darkened; with a cold snort he said, "I hope your neck is as hard as your mouth!"

Then he flew back into the formations, and the war formally began.

With the sounding of horns and the waving of banners, the massive battle formation was like a waking beast, stretching out its razor-sharp claws and fangs.

Lv Jinglei also returned to his own lines, standing atop the Array Platform that had long been prepared; he began his casting.

As the convoluted Spell was chanted, vast Magic energy was stirred, and a colossal Array appeared before the formations.

Glory Summon: Storm Giant Spirit!

The Storm Giant Spirit was a Glory Champion Tier Summoned Creature, hailing from the Storm Plane of the Mythical World.

It possessed Glory Champion Tier combat strength, towering more than ten meters high, its entire body wrapped in terrifying thunder.

Of course, what Lv Jinglei summoned this time was not the Giant Spirit's true body.

Just like Demon Summoning, it was a Power Projection—but its combat power was still at Glory Champion Tier.

"Rumble!"

The Storm Giant Spirit strode out from the Summoning Array, letting loose a roar like thunder, then, under Lv Jinglei's guidance, marched toward the Beastman formations.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!"

Each step of the Storm Giant Spirit was like triggering an earthquake, causing the ground to quake and mountains to tremble; thanks to its height advantage, its advance was not slow in the least.

"Boom!"

Reaching the front of the Beastman formations, the Storm Giant Spirit brought its foot down.

That colossal power turned the Beastmen beneath its foot directly into a smear of flesh.

Even those Beastmen nearby who were not stepped on outright were shaken by the storm thunder; their organs ruptured, and great gouts of blood spewed forth.

The patch of ground rippled like water, and all the Beastmen around were struck by the Storm Giant Spirit's shockwave attacks.

That single stomp wiped out at least several dozen low-tier Beastman war soldiers, with many more seeing their combat strength impaired.

"Damn it!"

Arthur, who had been sitting comfortably like a fisherman on a calm bank, saw this scene and burst into a furious howl.

He flew out from the central army, Glory Champion Battleaxe in hand, and charged toward the Storm Giant Spirit.

On this battlefield, he alone could block this giant brute.

If the Storm Giant Spirit were allowed to continue its Trample within the formations, the humans would not even need to move; soon the Beastmen's morale would collapse.

"Die for me!"

Arthur soared through the air, the Glory Champion Battleaxe in his hands gathering immense Battle Qi; harnessing that tremendous power, he cleaved down at the Storm Giant Spirit.