Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 273: Fang Jie Profits from the Wolf-Pig Conflict

Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Fang Jie Profits from the Wolf-Pig Conflict

"Not good, not good, the grass balls are coming."

The Wild Boar Men, who had been happily clearing the battlefield, suddenly heard some disheartening words. But when they looked up, wanting to scold, the words were forcibly stuck in their throats.

That was because the Ratmen running toward them looked decidedly unwell.

The ones at the front were covered in dust, but those behind were different. Many had numerous injuries, continually bleeding. If it weren’t for their still lively movements, they would look just like corpses.

Behind them was an even more terrifying scene: a massive number of Wind Bone Grass formed into spheres rolling crazily towards them. Thousands of grass balls made of Wind Bone Grass stretched as far as the eye could see.

Once these things grouped together, on these unobstructed plains, they were the most horrific disaster.

Wherever the wind grass balls passed, even the ground was torn up, its roots severed.

Under these circumstances, the grass here couldn’t grow anymore. But right now, that wasn’t the most important thing; the most important was how to deal with the scene before them. They had nothing to block it and no burrows to dive into.

Facing this, without large-scale spells, it was simply impossible to stop. If there was a Gold-level Ancestor Spirit, it could have destroyed most of these things at once, securing their lives.

But the Ancestor Spirit had already spent too much energy in a prior battle and had returned to recuperate.

For at least a month or two, the Ancestor Spirit wouldn’t be able to participate in battle, and that was the most troubling part.

"Increase defenses, and then whoever can run, run."

Seeing this scene, the Wild Boar Man Leader knew they couldn’t delay any longer. The priests at the rear quickly activated totems, enhancing everyone’s defense strength and then turned to flee.

But their speed couldn’t compete with the Wind Bone Grass, and they were soon overwhelmed.

Almost everyone had been scraped by the Wind Bone Grass. Some Ratmen, lacking added defense strength, immediately had their skin split and flesh burst open, blood ceaselessly flowing until it ran dry.

Even those with defenses weren’t faring much better. Because the Wind Bone Grass attacked with not only physical force but also with a special strength. Anyone touched would retain this power.

Under the erosion of this power, wounds would rapidly open up unless the strength was promptly removed.

The wounds weren’t painful, but the continuous flow of blood was a terrifying sight, driving everyone to a state of utter horror. Some Ratmen, while running, collapsed and never rose again.

At this point, the Wild Boar Men had no mood to care for their Ratman slaves; they were barely managing themselves.

The defenses of the Wild Boar Men were strong, with all covered in defense magic, so the direct attacks of the Wind Bone Grass weren’t very effective.

But the special powers left by the Wind Bone Grass almost covered their entire bodies due to their large size. Those with residual fighting spirit could use it to resist these forces, protecting themselves.

But after a major battle, many no longer had any fighting spirit left, so they could only watch helplessly.

Wounds opened one after another, and as blood began flowing, even the Wild Boar Men couldn’t withstand it.

They could only apply herbs on their bodies to stop the bleeding and heal the wounds. Priests were also busy dispelling the special energy on the Wild Boar Men, and some were using healing magic on them.

"Sure enough, they all have methods to deal with Wind Bone Grass. This thing can only be used here."

Fang Jie had no remedy for the scene before him. Even though Wind Bone Grass could gather, its direct attack power was low. There were many ways to counter it, but gathering it wasn’t easy.

Wind Bone Grass could only be controlled within a certain range around him.

Moreover, this control was only approximate. In such a vast main world, who knew where Wind Bone Grass might drift, voiding his commands. So gathering them was essentially impossible.

With fewer numbers, as long as someone had magic power and fighting spirit, they could ensure their own safety.

And destroying a Wind Bone Grass patch was quite easy. Thus, it was only useful in some places, not of much use apart from here. In this smaller world, Wind Bone Grass couldn’t stray too far, making gathering realistically impossible.

"Not good, the grass balls are coming again."

Suddenly, they saw the Wind Bone Grass sweeping from another direction once more. Those Beastmen, who were still in the midst of being healed, now looked even worse. The behavior of the Wind Bone Grass was a bit too peculiar.

In fact, this was because under Fang Jie’s command, the Wind Bone Grass had looped around and returned here. Thus, the same scenario occurred—no, it was an even more severe scenario.

The death toll this time was two to three times higher than before, though it was still mostly Ratmen.

But after the second attack, injuries and casualties began to appear among the severely injured Wild Boar Men.

"Move quickly, we can’t stay here any longer, there’s something wrong with these grass balls," the Wild Boar Man Leader realized something was amiss and promptly organized the crowd to start evacuating. But how could Fang Jie simply let them go?

Thus, repeated attacks by the Wind Bone Grass thinned their ranks further. At last, due to the dispersal, only a third of the original main force remained.

However, it looked like the Wild Boar Men were going to reach a nearby fort soon.

Yes, a fort—something that didn’t exist before the appearance of the Wind Bone Grass. It was constructed using a large amount of wood, enveloping their dwelling entirely—crude but effective.

"It’s just ahead; let’s hurry over and we’ll be safe inside," a blood-covered Wild Boar Man shouted.

At this moment, Wolf Riders from both sides had gradually caught up with the two routes of the Wild Boar Man army. Due to being divided into two routes, each path appeared even less in number, but the Wolf Riders were fast and they still pursued.

But from afar, the Wild Boar Man scouts had already sent out a signal.

"They’re back, we’re pulling out," the Wild Boar Men saw the signal and without thinking turned to run. The Werewolves were much faster and possibly even outnumbered them; not running would mean being overtaken.

However, the Wild Boar Men weren’t fast enough and were caught up before leaving Werewolf Territory.

The Wild Boar Men could only form a circle to defend while simultaneously retreating. These Werewolves, after a significant battle and a long journey, were also nearing a critical point in physical strength, greatly impairing their combat power.