Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 272: They Wiped Out Most of Themselves

Chapter 272: Chapter 272: They Wiped Out Most of Themselves

"Everyone, listen up," Fang Jie shouted, "hold these wolf cubs back, don’t let them return to provide reinforcement."

The Wild Boar Men who originally were on defense scattered and began to crazily attack the Werewolves. The Werewolves were now in close contact and struggled to leave in a short time.

The Ratmen, hearing the Wild Boar Man Leader’s words, also knew that their side’s plan had succeeded.

Though it was deadly, they too needed to push forward. Only in this way could they have a slightly better life under the Wild Boar Men. If they showed cowardice now, they would still die upon return and even bring trouble to their families.

The life of a Ratman wasn’t worth much; they had strong reproductive abilities but weak power. Therefore, a single Ratman often had dozens or even hundreds of family members, which was quite exaggerated.

The Wild Boar Men attacked with ferocity, while the Werewolves frantically tried to break free.

Thus, the battle between the two sides turned from fierce to manic; they occasionally neglected their defense in the process.

Under these circumstances, the rate of losses on both sides was exceptionally fast, much faster than before. At the same time, Wild Boar Men squads also started a slaughter against the various Werewolf Tribes.

As the Wild Boar Men’s squad burst in, the Ratmen fled at the first opportunity, not daring to confront them.

The Werewolves wanted to flee too, but they were targeted, and they still had so much wealth. Unlike the Ratmen, who could abandon everything, the Werewolves could only desperately retaliate.

Unfortunately, under these circumstances, the Ratmen simply didn’t obey orders; since you’re all going to die, we won’t be punished for fleeing. That was their thought process and their way of saving their own skins.

But Werewolves are Werewolves, and those tasked with guarding had considerable Strength.

Thus, although the Wild Boar Men constantly massacred Werewolf Tribes along their path, they themselves also sustained ongoing injuries.

It’s just that because they had fewer deaths, they themselves hardly felt affected by the losses.

"Carve out a path, and if anyone dares to block it, fight to the death to make them pay the price," the Werewolf Leader roared, his Strength instantly erupting.

Seeing this, the Wild Boar Man Leader also knew something was wrong and entered a state of explosion himself.

Perhaps because the world was so small, the various tactics of both sides were very similar. Even this explosive state looked quite alike. However, only a few powerful individuals could learn this state.

The moment both sides erupted, their Attack Power could even reach the Gold level.

But after one strike, both individuals’ complexions turned extremely ugly. At the same time, other people around them also erupted with their own Strength, some were slain on the spot, while others managed to withstand the blow.

However, for those who survived, there was no trace of joy. Their life force rapidly weakened, and even their own Strength began to permanently decline.

Both leaders almost simultaneously spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, with bits of flesh visible in it.

"Let’s go," the Werewolf Leader bellowed, by this time the giant werewolf had already carved a path through, and they had a clear route of escape. The Werewolves left directly, with no intention of looking back—they still had to rescue their tribesmen.

"No need to chase; we won’t catch up. The squads on both sides, stick to the plan, and everything will be fine."

The Wild Boar Man Leader stopped others who wanted to pursue; they indeed weren’t as fast as the Werewolves.

In terms of speed, the Werewolves had too much of an advantage, and it had always been a source of trouble for them. Now, with the success of this plan, the Werewolves were greatly weakened, and the world would be theirs henceforth.

While saying this, the Wild Boar Man Leader spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Leader, how are you?" others asked worriedly.

The Wild Boar Man Leader waved his hand: "Worthy old adversaries, indeed strong. After this, I’m afraid my Strength will drop to the Bronze level or even be rendered unable to fight in the future. Start selecting the next leader as soon as possible."

He had done all that he could, and the rest was up to others.

"Don’t worry so much; that wolf cub isn’t faring any better."

As an adversary, he was aware of the Werewolf Leader’s situation. In a direct confrontation, his Strength was greater, so the Werewolf would definitely be in a more terrible state. Perhaps after returning, it wouldn’t be long before he was dead.

To have survived was already incredibly fortunate for him.

"Clean up the battlefield," the Wild Boar Man Leader commanded, and everyone sprang into action.

Then there were the Ratmen. When the Werewolves left, they didn’t bring these Ratmen with them. On one hand, it was to use them to intercept the Wild Boar Men, preventing them from pursuing, and on the other hand, there was no time left.

These Ratmen were the perfect work units; the Wild Boar Men would not give them up.

Just like in past battles, the defeated side’s Ratmen were typically captured by the opponent and turned into slaves. No matter the outcome of the battle, the fate of the Ratmen was always that of expendable slaves.

At the same time, there was also the wealth left behind by the Werewolves—the weapons. There wasn’t an abundance of iron products in this world, and they could all be taken back to be reforged into weapons for themselves.

Wild Boar Men were large, so they had a greater need for weapons.

Many people’s iron clubs had been passed down through generations, just like those of the Werewolves across them. As for the corpses, they were actually of little use, and they could be left right here.

After decomposing, the grass here would surely grow even more lush, and then they could bring people to graze it. After all, with the Werewolves destroyed, this place would eventually be theirs.

As for those Grass Balls, they didn’t consider them, not having any thoughts on this matter in their minds.

Fang Jie, watching the battle, felt quite pleased. Originally thinking he would have to rely on his own Strength to kill off those Beastmen, now it seemed that they were the ones most capable of exterminating themselves.

After this battle, both sides of Beastmen had nearly halved their own Combat Power.

Indeed, those who could be considered Combat Power in Fang Jie’s eyes were now almost all gone. Although they could all pick up weapons to fight, in Fang Jie’s view, to be noteworthy, they had to at least reach Black Iron level.

"However, if you think you can leave so easily without asking me, you are mistaken. This time, I will exhaust your Combat Power completely."

With a move of Fang Jie’s mind, he issued his command. The Wind Bone Grass that had already begun gathering now gradually converged. Initially large groups of Wind Bone Grass grew into swarms so vast they couldn’t be seen at the edge.

While the Wild Boar Men were still joyfully cleaning up the battlefield, they failed to notice the large numbers of Wind Bone Grass drawing near.