Global Scourge

Chapter 217 The Hundred Clans Alliance Perishes
In the plane of the undead, the sun began to set slowly, and soon it was night.

The temperature also began to get lower and lower, and soon reached minus 50 degrees.

At this time, even if the constant temperature generator of the Hundred Clans Alliance was fully activated, it could barely maintain a temperature of more than ten degrees in the surrounding 100 meters.

This made the troops of the Hundred Clans Alliance feel the cold and tremble.

Only when the plane is upgraded to the continental level, will there be seasonal changes, and believers will begin to adapt to various temperature changes.

This is also the advantage of the mainland.

Troops of lower races like the Alliance of Hundred Clans, without constant temperature generators, might not be able to hold on for even a minute in the plane of the undead, and they would all be frozen to death.

Looking at the huge enemy troops below, Zhu Zichen just smiled coldly.

After a week of continuous fighting, the troops of the Alliance of Hundred Clans are already very exhausted, and I'm afraid they won't even be able to display half of their strength.

But the undead are still alive and well, and can display 100% of their strength.

Let's put it this way, when it comes to fighting a war of attrition, the undead are experts.

Whether it's logistics, morale or endurance.

The God of Conspiracy was also in his camp, looking coldly at the undead monarch in the distant sky.

The current war is not good for them.

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The number of magic strikes this time was unprecedented.

In order to win this war, Zhu Zichen invested tens of thousands of high-level resources in this magic attack.

Soon, the gods of the Alliance of Hundred Clans also flew into the sky one after another, and then opened the barrier.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" At this time, the cannon was not far behind, and made its own roar.

This is a war like no other.

Although the army is still the main force, various long-range attacks have also become the protagonists.

"Boom..." There were continuous explosions.

This time it was really continuous.

The explosion had been going on for at least half an hour, and it still hadn't stopped.

The gods of the Alliance of Hundred Clans changed batch after batch because their divine power was exhausted.

The face of the god of conspiracy became more and more ugly.

He really didn't expect that the undead monarch had so many high-level resource reserves.

It has been bombing continuously for a week, and there is no end to bombing.

But now he can only bite the bullet and support it.

When the war on the plane of the undead came to a stalemate, shocking changes took place in the Alliance of Hundred Clans.

……

At this time in the Hundred Clans Alliance, it was also night.

There is a one kilometer long convoy transporting supplies to the front line.

"Move faster, don't dawdle."

A fox-human priest, with a worried expression on his face, kept urging the people below to speed up.

His convoy is full of food provided by the three alliances, with more than 300 tons.

It is a very important logistical supply for frontline troops.

Although there are 300 million troops left on the front line of the Alliance of Hundred Clans, it is still a very large number.

The daily logistical supply is also a very heavy pressure.

Especially with ghouls harassing the rear, making it harder to collect their food.

Most of the food of the Hundred Clans Alliance now depends on the support of the other three alliances so that it has not collapsed.

The carts in this team were not poultry such as cows and horses, but a low-level race called barbarians.

The barbarian tribe is different from the tauren. It is a race with the body of a bull and a head. Although its strength is not weak, its other attributes are too low, and it has no magic talent, so it is evaluated as an inferior race.

Because of their great strength, the barbarians are most suitable for pulling carts.

Suddenly, a taller one-eyed barbarian stopped and looked around anxiously.

He felt like something was watching him.

At this time they were on the road, and there were jungles on both sides.

But because it was dark and the torch was not bright enough, he couldn't see what was in the jungle at all.

At this time, the bull man behind him asked strangely: "Why did you stop?"

The one-eyed barbarian shook his head and said, "Strange, I always feel that something is wrong."

The little Manniu man said nonchalantly: "Don't think too much. We are surrounded by five thousand troops guarding us. What are we afraid of?"

The one-eyed barbarian thought about it, and felt that it was true, so he didn't think too much, and continued to pull the car forward.

But the next second, the one-eyed barbarian stopped again, pointed at the roadside, and said with a look of horror: "There are... there are... monsters!"

I saw black shadows on the side of the road rubbing together, and soon one by one ghouls rushed out of it and rushed towards the supply convoy.

Although the convoy was guarded by [-] troops, the ghouls attacked so suddenly that they had no time to line up, so they were divided and surrounded.

"what!"

"Help!"

"The monster is coming!"

The fox priest looked at the ambushed convoy in disbelief, as well as the ghouls rushing out of the jungle.

After a while, he finally came to his senses and said loudly: "Quickly line up, line up."

Now is not the time to question why the ambush was not discovered. Since they were attacked by surprise, finding a way to repel the enemy became the first choice.

While directing the troops to assemble and form a defensive formation, he began to send out faster-moving Ratman assassins to find rescue.

But the enemies seemed endless, very fast, and their attacks were not low. After half an hour, more than half of the 5000 troops were killed.

The fox priest saw that the general situation was over, and the rescue was still delayed, so if he continued, he might have to die in the line of duty.

So he prepared to command the remaining troops to break through.

But the speed of the ghouls with the berserk skill is comparable to cavalry, how could they run away.

An hour later, the army was slaughtered and all the food was set on fire.

The fox priest finally fell in a pool of blood covered in blood all over his body.

He didn't know how many ghouls he had killed, ten, twenty, or a hundred.

But the enemy was inexhaustible. In the end, he was overwhelmed by more than a dozen ghouls, and then gradually lost his life.

And with his last glance, he finally understood how the enemy escaped their detection.

It turned out that the enemy was ambushing underground, so ugly that they couldn't be detected.

In fact, this logistics team was ambushed, and it was not an isolated case, because all the logistics troops were ambushed.

In the Alliance of Hundred Clans, Zhu Zichen dispatched 20 ghosts as scouts, and more than [-] ghouls for guerrilla warfare.

The ghostly nature of the ghost makes it difficult for the enemy to detect it, not to mention the God of Conspiracy and other gods who did not pay much attention to the sky and did not discover the existence of the ghost at all.

There is also the characteristic of ghost eyes that allows the detection effect of ghosts to be brought into full play. It can be said that the current Hundred Clans Alliance is all under Zhu Zichen's eyes.

Even the running of a mouse cannot escape his eyes, let alone the march of troops.

This is why for so long, ghouls' guerrilla warfare has hardly been caught, and why they can ambush the enemy so accurately this time.

……

Regarding the sneak attack on the logistics, the God of Conspiracy didn't know at this time.

After an hour of bombing, Magic Strike finally came to an end.

Now only sporadic shelling continues.

On the Hundred Clans Alliance side, more than 30 gods have gone back to rest because their divine power was exhausted.

Next, the two sides began to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Of course, because there are too many of them, it is impossible for them all to charge together. The ones fighting are still zombies, poisonous corpses and zombie kings, with skeleton warriors on the left, ghouls on the right, and ghosts flying out of the sky.

And large units such as skeleton generals and stitch monsters are on the second tier.

Skeleton Archer and Skeleton Mage are at the back.

The Alliance of Hundreds of Clans also follows a conventional tactic, with human shields in front and shooters at the back.

The war lasted for more than eight hours from night to morning.

The two sides are evenly matched on the front, and neither side shows obvious weakness.

But the God of Conspiracy began to feel uneasy, and kept asking his subordinates.

"Why haven't the bloodstone and food arrived yet?"

There are more than 300 million troops on the front line, and the food consumed and bloodstones to maintain the constant temperature generator are a huge number.

Basically, a supply convoy arrives every day, but now it has been more than ten hours since the last supply, and there is no supply convoy yet, which is very abnormal.

The gods below heard the words, looked at each other, and then fell silent, because they didn't know what was going on.

Just when the God of Conspiracy couldn't hold his breath, a divine holy spirit flew over with an ugly expression.

After the divine holy spirit flew over, he didn't say anything, but started whispering in the ear of the God of Conspiracy.

Soon, the face of the God of Conspiracy darkened and he trembled all over.

Just as the gods were guessing what was going on, he regained his composure, said something unknown, and let the divine holy spirit go back.

The battle on the front line is still going on, but the gods have fallen silent.

After a long time, the God of Conspiracy showed a look of victory, and said relaxedly: "Just now, one of our resource planes was about to be breached, but it doesn't matter, as long as we win the war here, everything will be fine."

When the gods heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that only one resource plane was breached, but fortunately, it was not a big problem.

The madness in the eyes of the God of Conspiracy flashed, and he continued: "But this war has dragged on for too long. We have an advantage, but we have been trapped here. This makes our allies think of us."

"And in order to maintain this war, I believe everyone has consumed a lot of resources, so I decided that the decisive battle will be today."

In fact, he couldn't help it.

The logistical supplies were cut off, and the resources in the army could only be used for three days. If the war could not be ended quickly, they would starve in three days and the entire army would be wiped out.

So it must be done quickly.

"Ah? In such a hurry?"

Leader, we can fight steadily, after all, the enemy has no magic attacks. "

"Yes, if you want to win a battle, it requires a lot of sacrifice."

The gods talked one after another, but most of them didn't want a decisive battle.

Although it is their own advantage, in fact, everyone knows that they have no advantage at all now, or even a disadvantage.

After all, the undead are now actively attacking, and they are the passive defenders.

However, the God of Conspiracy still firmly said: "These are minor problems. As long as the war ends as soon as possible, we can return to normal sooner, and the resources consumed by the war every day are an astronomical sum."

"Let's be honest, even with the backing of four resource planes, if we continue to consume like this, we will not be able to bear it sooner or later, so the most important thing is to end the war as soon as possible."

After hearing this explanation, the gods nodded in understanding.

"Okay, since the leader said so, let's fight to the death."

"Yes, hurry up and end the battle, so I can go back and hug my wife and children."

"It makes sense, let's go back and prepare."

Relying on his years of prestige, the God of Conspiracy finally forcibly passed the proposal of a quick fix.

But even if he passed, he was still very uneasy.

Because he is not sure of winning, this battle can only be said to be a last stand.

As for why he didn't tell the gods that the supply was cut off, it was because he knew the character of the gods too well.

As the saying goes, the longer you live, the more you fear death. The gods are a group of cowards who cherish their lives.

It's okay to fight against the wind, even if there is a little setback, it doesn't matter.

But if you tell them that their supplies have been cut off and their lives are on the line, someone will definitely rebel.

Even if they don't rebel immediately, they will start to release water, and then flirt with the undead monarch.

After all, he was the one who offended the Undead Monarch, the God of Conspiracy, and he didn't have much to do with them.

He didn't dare to bet his fate on the character of others.

So a showdown to the death is the best result.

Soon, the Alliance of Hundred Clans launched a full-scale counterattack, and even the gods began to join the battlefield in person.

Zhu Zichen, who had expected it for a long time, immediately joined the battlefield with the double artifacts.

At the same time, the high-level mage tower in the main city of the undead began to flicker non-stop again, sending out ultra-long-range magic strikes.

After all, cutting off the enemy's supplies, but the conspiracy he planned alone, how could it not prevent the enemy's last stand.

This battle with nearly tens of millions of troops lasted for three days and three nights.

Combined, the two sides killed an average of nearly 100 million troops every day.

Blood flowed into rivers and corpses littered the fields, which are not enough to describe the cruelty of this war.

The undead are fine, anyway, they don't eat, drink, and sleep, so they can fight non-stop.

But the troops of the Hundred Clans Alliance can't do it.

From the red eyes at the beginning, to the recovery of reason, and exhaustion, until now it has become numb.

They began to eat and sleep on the corpse.

No one cleans personal hygiene at all, and even the size and size are resolved in situ.

If you are infected with the plague, go to the priest. If the priest has no mana, you will charge forward until you die, then get back up and rush to your former teammates.

I have to say here that although the Zombie King has not appeared for a long time, it is basically indispensable in every war.

Because the zombies were not controlled by the zombie king, Zhu Zichen did not dare to use the plague at will in the war.

At this moment, the God of Conspiracy watched the war on the front line with red eyes.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't cry, but he didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights. Even the gods couldn't bear it.

And now, he also understands that the defeat of the Hundred Clans Alliance has been decided.

Not to mention that there are only more than 100 million troops left, but the food and bloodstones are almost exhausted.

The logistics supply has not appeared yet.

I'm afraid it won't appear again.

Once the supply of blood stone is cut off, the constant temperature generator will stop operating.

The troops here will all freeze to death in no time.

Even if they use their divine power to barely keep the temperature from dropping, the troops will starve to death due to lack of food.

The God of Conspiracy thought about escaping back to the Hundred Clans Alliance plane.

But what would happen if he escaped back? Without his troops and followers, he would still die sooner or later.

After a while, looking at his priests and troops, his eyes were full of despair.

The god of conspiracy rises from the sky.

"Undead Monarch! Let's fight to the death!"

(End of this chapter)