Due to the ration problem, and the supply team is no longer able to arrive on time.

At present, the Morning Legion seems to have only one choice left, that is, to fight with Purgatory City!

Their ultimate goal is to wipe out all the undead. After being tugged with Purgatory City for so long, it is time to have a battle that can determine the outcome.

Of course, even if the undead in Purgatory City is wiped out, the problem of food shortage cannot be solved.

Because the dead don't have to eat, so naturally there will be no food in the city.

There may be some rations for the Purgatory Demon Dragons, but for the huge number of Dawn Legion, it is completely insignificant.

But even without any spoils, it doesn't matter, because after fierce battles, the Morning Legion will definitely lose significantly.

As the mouths that need to eat become less, the demand for food will naturally become smaller.

When Mente made this plan, Catlan immediately refused.

But soon, his reason was to tell him that in the current situation, this was the best solution.

In the end, Catlan, who had no choice, agreed to the method provided by Mente.

The situation in the Morning Legion is now in urgent need, and I really can't waste any time.

Catlan, who deeply understood this, immediately called representatives of all the forces that he could call his name, and then accurately issued his request word by word.

Not everyone in the coalition's representatives of all forces are as brainless as representative Feliton. Many smart people can already guess what Catlan and Mente want to do.

Major casualties are inevitable.

What they need to do now is to do everything possible to minimize the loss of their power.

Of course, the best way is to pass the risks onto your friendly forces.

The so-called "death fellow Taoist" is not dead, but I can understand this principle even in this world.

Under the joint urging of Catlan and Mente, a lifeless Dawn Legion started to operate quickly again.

Compared to ordinary soldiers, the spellcasters are treated much better.

Although they were all hungry, at least not long ago, they could still send some food to their barren belly.

But the quality and quantity cannot be guaranteed, maybe it is grassroots, or cactus or something...

At this time, these spellcasters who are extremely noble on weekdays will no longer be picky.

If their eating speed is slower, the companions around them will turn back and take away their food without hesitation.

Because they did not have enough food, these spellcasters seemed a little weak when using spells.

At Catlan's request, under the leadership of the elf spellcaster, a large group of spellcasters flew into the sky crookedly.

Then they targeted the place where the undead gathered the most in Purgatory City and came the second largest!

Meteorites falling from the sky, nails that cracked the earth and giant wind blades that swept everywhere, sharper than steel knives.

For a moment, the bombing of these medium and high-level spells directly burned the stagnant water in Purgatory City.

Many undead creatures were crushed to pieces during this wave of spell baptism, and the soul fire was destroyed.

But at the same time, more undead rushed out of the city like waves.

This time, the actions caused by the casters of the Dawn Legion were too big, and almost the undead in the entire Purgatory City were alarmed.

And this is exactly the effect that Catlan and Mente need.

For the Chenxi Legion, which has been hungry for a long time and has long been disintegrated, if you want to achieve the final victory, you must arouse their fighting spirit or leave them with no way out!

The casters flying in the air had no longer had enough food, and their heads were a little dizzy.

After releasing multiple medium and advanced spells in succession, many spell casters could not bear such a large amount of consumption for a while and fainted.

People have fainted, so naturally the flying technique cannot continue.

They were like sandbags, falling directly from the air into the tide of undead corpses on the ground.

And their final outcome is no longer necessary.

Soon, flying undeads such as ghouls and skeletons and griffins began to appear on the battlefield.

The spellcasters of all races whose magic power was almost exhausted immediately retreated to the rear in a mess, but the speed of the flying technique was slow, so naturally they were quickly chased by the flying undead.

A group of spell casters who even struggled to release a fireball faced a large group of ferocious and cruel undead...

A miserable scream suddenly echoed throughout the sky.

This time, the casters of various forces can be said to have suffered heavy losses.

For any force, even the Western Empire and the Dawn Elf, a powerful spellcaster is a great wealth.

But now, it was thrown out like bait and lost so much, so how could it not make the people in power feel distressed?

Even Catlan felt as uncomfortable as if his heart had been stabbed by a steel knife.

Looking at the undead in front of him who were densely packed and almost covered the entire world, Catlan gritted his teeth and a wisp of blood slowly flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

"Chenxi Legion, attack!"

Amid the almost howling screams of Catland, the number of coalition forces of various races was not less than that of the undead, and rushed towards the undead corpse tide, urging by representatives of various forces.

But even during the charge, the representatives of all forces were fighting against their own little ones.

Just like the Auckland Federation, this is a force that is very similar to those of the merchant city-confederate alliances in the Dragon Bone Wilderness.

But Auckland is full of martial arts and produces a wealth of mercenaries.

For them, every soldier is an extremely precious wealth and naturally it is impossible to easily consume it.

Although at the beginning, almost everyone from Auckland Federation rushed to the front.

But when the legion fought with the undead in front of the legion, the people from the Auckland Federation had already retreated to the last legion.

Although the slogans were still very loud, the risk was obviously reduced to the extreme.

But soon, Auckland paid a bloody price for their cleverness.

Mente could see their little abacus at a glance. There was no way, Auckland was doing it too obvious.

After Mente personally cut off the head of one of the representatives of the Auckland Federation, not only Auckland, but also the entire Morning Legion's front line pushed forward a lot of distance.
Chapter completed!