Chapter 699: New Enemies

Wiping the purple blood from his saber, Jake finally had time to focus on what was going on around him, and to say the least, the sight did not make him happy at all. 60,000 Wengol warriors, including a tier of elites above level 40. Even with twice the arrogance, Jake wouldn't have the temerity to face such an army alone.

Fighting and surviving was not impossible, but what was the point? He certainly couldn't hold off 60,000 Undeads on his own. Ruby's help would make no difference.

Soaring into the sky to get a better view, Jake saw that the 300 elite Wengol soldiers of the Protectorate Brigade had come to the same conclusion as he had, for they had chosen to regroup with the 2,400 remaining sane refugees.

Incidentally, their general Urzul was still alive despite the treacherous attack of the now Undead Great General. Having suffered serious injuries, his movements were not as sharp as a minute earlier, but that power, even if diminished, was not something these new Undeads could exploit.

The politicians and cowards barricaded behind their wagons and carriages were naturally adverse to these aliens who had wantonly slaughtered their loved ones and forced them to flee their homes, but those who had just faced this hell were of a different mind. To increase their chances of survival, they might as well put water in their wine and even make a deal with the devil.

Now that the refugees and Wengols had regrouped to face the 60,000 plus Undeads, the latter were momentarily without a target and began to wander idly about the battlefield. During this brief lull, the survivors even thought they had a chance to make it out.

Jake watched the strange behavior of the living dead with a persistent frown on his face. Their change in attitude made no sense.

Indeed, as he deployed his mental sense to monitor these Undeads live, he detected an unexpected energy fluctuation from their Death Mark. As one, all of these Wengol Undeads stopped stumbling around aimlessly and began to stagger off accompanied by low grunts in the direction of the hopeful refugees.

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