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Lord of the Oasischapter 664: the battle that brought dawn

The lizardman quickly jumped in front of Bunduk and used his tail to throw a heavy blow.

“Clang!” This fatal blow was blocked by Bunduk’s shield. The shield was distorted, but Bunduk did not seem to be affected by it.

Before the Swadian soldiers around Bunduk got close, the lizardman cursed in his heart. He jumped back to his original position.

With the lizardman’s attack as the leader, the lizardmen soldiers also launched their own attacks.

The strength of the lizardmen soldiers’ grip and their ability to bite were indeed amazing. Not only that, their figures on the battlefield were something that Drondheim’s soldiers, who were wearing heavy armor and holding shields, could not compare to.

However, for the soldiers of Drondheim, who had just experienced a bloody battle, they were already familiar with such an unfavorable environment. Even though the injuries they had suffered previously had a burden on their bodies, their minds were incomparably clear at this moment.

The battle style of the lizardmen and the undead had both similarities and differences. The similarity was that they were not good at group warfare. The difference was the reason for this phenomenon. The reason why the undead was not good at group warfare was that the intelligence of ordinary undead soldiers was too low. They did not have the concept of cooperation in their minds. The reason why the lizardmen were not good at group warfare was that their offensive field was to fight alone. Even if the front line failed, they could still rely on their innate physical talent to retreat quickly.

Compared to physically hoping to catch up to them, using the right tactics against their unique combat methods was the key to victory.

Now, the strength of Drondheim’s warriors had been twisted into a rope. Because only by defeating the lizardmen could they walk out of here and return to their hometown with full honor.

The formation of Drondheim’s warriors had been broken by the swift and fierce attacks of the lizardmen. However, the lizardmen were still unable to charge out from the encirclement of a group of people.

The elven medical soldier stood at the back of the Swadian warriors. When someone was seriously injured, he would rush forward to treat him.

A few military officers acted as leaders in different groups. From time to time, they would roar to change the formation of the formation.

The soldiers who had used the rainbow crossbow for the first time also moved nimbly among the various groups, allowing the explosive weapon in their hands to display its astonishing power.

window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})Without the need for Bunduk to ride on horseback and serve as the commander of the entire team, the warriors of Drondheim had already unleashed their greatest fighting strength at the moment.

Smoke rose and when everything was settled, the warriors of Drondheim held on until the end.

The lizardmen troops were almost annihilated.

The lizardman who had been aggressive earlier also spat out green blood and fell to the ground dejectedly.

“We won!”

The shouts of the Drondheim’s warriors broke through the roof of the room.

Bunduk could finally relax and he sat on the ground to rest.

After the war ended, Drondheim’s army set up tents in the main city of the undead. After a whole night of rest, they would set off for home.

The soldiers with serious injuries received magic treatment in the medical soldiers’ tents.

Those with more mobility were in charge of cleaning up the battlefield in the palace.

They would find the corpses of their comrades from the messy battlefield and bury them properly.

Meanwhile, the corpses of the undead and lizardmen were piled on top of each other and burned.

Because there were too many people, the burning flames were only completely extinguished at night.

window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})“The ones who are in charge of cleaning up the battlefield. Can you put the corpses further away before you start a fire? The smell of corpses has filled up the entire place,” a soldier in charge of cooking could not help but complain to the soldiers who had returned from the palace.

The soldier who was being complaint said helplessly, “There are thousands of them. We need to have the strength to transport them to other places.”

In Bunduk’s camp, Bunduk was writing a letter to send back to Drondheim.

It was very important to let Lord Kant know the outcome of the war as soon as possible.

“Commander Bunduk, Congratulations! You’ve won another battle for Drondheim,” a man under him said joyfully.

Bunduk finally stopped writing and replied, “It was indeed a beautiful battle. However, in the end, it felt like I had nothing to do with it. It can only be said that the warriors the Lord has trained have begun to become stronger and stronger.”

“If the Lord knows about it, he will be very happy.”

Bunduk stamped his own seal at the end of the letter. He smiled at the words of the man and did not say anything else.

This man was Kant’s personal messenger. His name was Gunner. He was also quite familiar with Bunduk.

Bunduk stood up and walked to Gunner, handing the letter to him. He said, “I’ll have to trouble you to make this trip.”

Gunner smiled and said, “It’s only natural. I’ll set off tonight. I hope that Commander Bunduk and the warriors can return to Drondheim safely as soon as possible.”

After saying that, Gunner bowed and bade farewell to Bunduk, who was one rank higher than him. He walked out of the tent and disappeared into the night.

Bunduk watched his back as he left, calculating in his heart how long it would take for Gunner to return to the main city.

window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Bunduk returned to his seat, recalling everything that had happened that day.

As he was immersed in his own thoughts, a subordinate officer walked into the tent, squatted down, and saluted, “Commander Bunduk!”

Bunduk returned to his senses, looked at the officer, and asked, “Have you found the Undead Kingdom’s treasury?”

“Yes, the spoils of war that we found have all been counted,” the officer reported.

“Well, thank you for your hard work.” Bunduk put on his furry coat and stood up. “Bring me to see the results of your search.”

The officer led Bunduk to the empty space outside the military camp.

There were more than twenty carriages lined up side by side. The warriors of Drondheim sorted the treasures they found into different boxes.

Bunduk walked in front of the carriage and skimmed through them one by one.

“Yeah. It’s pretty good,” Bunduk praised.

After looking through all the spoils of war, Bunduk turned around and asked the officer, “Did you find anything else in the palace?”

The officer thought for a while and replied, “We found the dungeon where the prisoners are kept in the palace. There are also some injured undead warriors in the rooms that look like infirmary rooms in the palace.”

“Yes, we don’t need to worry about that. Once the Lord knows about this, he will naturally make arrangements,” Bunduk nodded and replied.

It was already late at night, and the soldiers in the barracks finally had a proper dinner.

After the exhausting battle, everyone returned to their tents early in the day to rest.