Chapter 1421
Watching the endless tide of undead creatures surging toward the Blighted Domain, Leon finally felt at ease.
In undead wars, most of the time, the lords themselves never intervene. The battles are just countless cannon fodder grinding each other down. In the end, two lords will appear, fight, and whoever devours the other's soul fire gains command over all the cannon fodder and claims the contested territory.
This war of cannon fodder grinding each other down can drag on for a very long time. Gimble doesn't need to wipe out every Undead Lord there—he just needs to make the carnage and chaos more intense.
A ghoul obsessed with claiming the Blighted Domain for himself—anyone can imagine what he'd do once he got there. He'd turn the already chaotic infighting into utter madness.
Skeleton warriors, ghouls, zombies—these low-level undead, if blessed by fate, might occasionally see one or two rise above the masses to become something stronger. When that happens, their former weaknesses can become their greatest strengths.
In Northend World terms, skeletons have no rights. For a low-level ghoul to become a transcendent being, the odds are only slightly better than a skeleton warrior's chances.
The likelihood of dying midway is far too high. Sometimes, a powerful creature might just snap their necks on a whim—like squashing an ant. No one would spare a second glance or remember their name.
But once they become transcendent, if they get the idea to claim territory and gather an undead army, it's laughably easy.
Gimble, this ghoul, had apparently never gathered an undead army before. Yet the moment he wanted one, it took only three days to summon a horde that filled Leon's entire field of view—and the army kept growing as it advanced.