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Chapter 976 - 976 119 Undead Pandemic_2

976: Chapter 119, Undead Pandemic_2 976: Chapter 119, Undead Pandemic_2 “Whether to reform or not is one thing, whether to mention it or not is another.”

As the Marshal of the Kingdom, Hudson had an obligation to make the Kingdom’s Army stronger.

Failure to do so was hindered by vested interest groups, not a dereliction of duty on his part as Marshal.

Tagged as a reformist and eager to change the status quo, groups naturally gravitated towards him.

Hudson originally hated forming factions, but reality told him that if he wanted to fare well, he had no choice but to do so.

Especially when one’s status reached a certain level; you represented not just yourself but had to represent a group.

Being alone usually did not end well.

Those unfortunate heroes mostly met their demise because they hadn’t realized this.

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The atmosphere at the Ancient Legacy Union Army Camp was particularly tense.

The camp was destroyed—the loss was not just of food, but also tents, consumable military equipment, and various supplies, all perished in the fierce fire.

Days of cold and hunger were the hardest to endure, with some species reaching for their comrades’ corpses to prevent starvation.

It’s impossible to hide when everyone is freezing and starving, and you’re there roasting meat.

Discovering a tribemate roasted by an ally—who could endure that?

Especially some species that were already on bad terms, they outrightly broke into fights within the camp, adding more bodies to the ground once the kings from various species intervened.

With lives lost, matters became even more complicated.

Being reasonable did not matter; the leaders of their own species tended to support their kin over justice.

There were kings trying to break up fights, but in doing so, their own tribes also got involved.

Had it not been for the threat of the Expeditionary Army, an internal war might have erupted within the Alliance.

Facing such teammates, Derris felt exhausted.

Despite the situation forcing her, she had no choice but to mediate.

“We’re less than two hundred miles from the main camp.

Speed up the march, and we can arrive in three to four days.

Just endure a bit longer.

But what have you all done?

To satisfy your hunger, you even laid hands on the corpses of your comrades, an utterly beastly act!

All participants, integrate into the Suicide Squad.

They will undertake the most dangerous missions next, using their blood to atone for their actions!

From now on, all corpses must be burnt.

Any similar incidents will be met with death without mercy!

Don’t take it lightly.

If you can’t handle it, I won’t mind making the tough decisions for you,” Derris sternly warned.

Faced with the severe internal disputes of the Ancient Heritage Alliance, pleasing everyone was impossible; she bluntly chose to support one side clearly.

The pride of the elves made her side with those whose ideals were closer to hers.

The barbaric act of using a comrade’s corpse as food needed severe punishment.

This was just the beginning, involving only a few species.

If this trend wasn’t curbed immediately, who knew when the elves might end up on the grill?

Derris was sure that if that scene ever occurred, she would absolutely go mad.

“The Respected One is right.

Some barbaric species must be severely punished!” The Shadow King was the first to agree.

To unify the Ancient Heritage Alliance, a civilized system had to be established first.

Playing by the barbaric rules as seen currently, even if unity was achieved, it would be merely nominal.

With the strength of the Shadow Tribe, striving no matter how hard would not achieve this.

To carry out the plan, support from the Elf Race was essential.

As for offending people, there was no need to worry.

The implicated species had been assigned to the Suicide Squad.

Given the formidable fighting capabilities shown by the enemies, even regular tasks were fraught with danger, let alone carrying out the most dangerous tasks.

Seeing someone lead, aside from the few unlucky kings involved, the rest of the kings expressed support, fearing they might catch Derris’s attention.

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The storm had calmed, but the problem had not been resolved.

Normally, a journey of just three to four days could be endured even with scarce rations, but the current situation wasn’t normal.

The Expeditionary Army was too close; routine patrols could encounter the Cavalry Patrol.

The current peace was simply because the enemy was tired, but after resting, they would return to trouble them.

Under these circumstances, the marching speed was inevitably significantly affected.

Moreover, with many injured in the army, Derris might ignore the wounded of her allies, but she had to consider the wounded from the Elf Race.

Given these circumstances, the army’s advance speed was likely to be below the normal rate.

What usually took three to four days to march might now take five to six days.

Mixed-diet species were still okay; without food, they could survive on leaves, bark, grass roots…

for a few days.

Other species were in a dilemma; they had the strength to fight now, but after starving for a few days, they would all become weak.

It would be embarrassing if the enemy launched an all-out attack, and her soldiers, too weak from hunger, could not even lift their guns.

“Respected One, how do we solve the food problem?” asked the three-headed beast feigning ignorance.

Most of those dealt with were his species members.

As a species accustomed to cannibalism, they truly couldn’t understand Derris’s approach.

After glaring fiercely, Derris replied annoyed, “No food, then go find it!

You all advance so fast; I don’t believe the humans managed to destroy all their supplies.

Search carefully, and there will always be some overlooked supplies.”