"Of course not. We don't have enough undead corpses to hide soldiers inside them. Tricks like that are nothing more than gimmicks. They have no place in a grand strategy. Besides, infiltrating with undead isn't nearly as easy as it sounds."
Phield immediately crossed his arms into a large X.
The more elaborate a scheme was, the higher the demands it placed on the quality of the soldiers.
The troops he had just recruited were nowhere near reliable enough.
Using a bunch of prisoners to seize a border fortress?
Even television dramas wouldn't dare write something so absurd.
"My plan is…"
Just as Phield was about to explain, he suddenly heard panicked shouting from the soldiers.
"Enemy attack!"
"An enemy Divine Chosen has appeared!"
The soldiers erupted into chaos, their ranks instantly falling apart before they could even form up.
A sharp explosion of air rang out.
A graceful figure in crimson robes charged in from outside the bunker.
