39: Chapter 38, Major Supplement_1 39: Chapter 38, Major Supplement_1 The Courage Potion isn’t a foolish potion.
It can make one bloodthirsty and eager for battle, yet the user still retains their instinct.
Given the terror of the skeletons, who can’t distinguish between friend and foe, everyone barely had time to hide, let alone approach them willingly.
Knowing this, the grey-robed elder was still unwilling to give in.
If they didn’t seize this opportunity to charge into the camp, their mission would be a failure yet again.
Abandoning the need to maintain an aloof image, the grey-robed elder himself appeared at the back of the team, sternly ordering the Rebel Army to keep up with the pace of the skeleton monsters.
“Pour the oil on them, burn these skeleton pieces!”
As soon as his words landed, a shower of oil directly engulfed five skeleton monsters, immediately transforming them into five moving flaming skeletons.
Faintly, Hudson smelled the scent of burnt bones.
From time to time, he would also hear a heart-wrenching howl, a sound that stemmed from the deepest fear of the soul.
Perhaps stimulated, or perhaps in a desperate struggle to survive, the skeletons being burnt by the blaze became even crazier, forcing the allied forces to retreat repeatedly.
“Stay in fight, these monsters will be finished soon.”
Hudson tried his best to encourage them.
Although he knew that at this time, the skeleton monsters were the most crazed, and fighting them at the front line was risking one’s life, Hudson had no other choice.
A general must bear the burden of a hundred deaths.
For a commander, showing mercy or being soft-hearted was taboo — especially during these times, it was important to remain rational.
As expected from silver-grade skeletons, even after the oil ran out, the skeletons were still hopping around, only some of the bones on their bodies were more broken than before.
Obviously, the fire just now took effect.
Without any hesitation, Hudson ordered again: “Douse them with water!”
The sound of “sizzling” rang out, and countless cracks appeared on the originally firm skeleton frames.
Seeing this scene, the morale of the terrified soldiers was instantly boosted.
The soldiers wielding giant hammers rushed to the front, landing strikes on the skeleton monster for a burst of damage.
Despite suffering significant casualties, Hudson felt that it was all worth it upon seeing the bits and pieces of skeletons all over the ground.
One skeleton monster shattered, and its soul fire—now unprotected by bones—shot out, flying around the camp.
Before Hudson could react, he directly collided with the soul fire.
The Mysterious Compass hidden within his body suddenly moved, and that was that.
They were all energy.
The Magic Crystal, Magic Core could all be devoured by the Compass, so devouring some the Soul Fire from a skeleton monster seemed somewhat acceptable too.
At this moment, the remaining four skeletons were no longer detestable enemies in Hudson’s eyes, but packages of energy delivered to his door.
Looking at the reaction of the Compass, swallowing the soul fire of a Silver Skeleton had a better effect than devouring a dozen Magic Crystals.
Without any surprise, the four severely wounded skeleton monsters eventually became food for the Mysterious Compass after struggling for a while.
Without the threat of the skeleton monsters, Hudson felt a large weight lifted off his heart, even if the enemy had already charged into the camp.
“Fall back to the third defense line, Archers provide cover!”
Having successfully breached two defense lines in one fell swoop could be considered a great victory.
Yet the grey-robed elder of the Rebel Army camp didn’t feel happy in the slightest.
The five skeletons that he had placed great hopes on were defeated too quickly.
Although they had accomplished the initial plan, their achievements in battle could not satisfy him.
It seemed that they had taken down several hundred ordinary soldiers of the enemy, but those who died in the hands of the skeleton monster from their own side were also as many as tens of people.
He originally thought that breaking through the enemy’s camp entrance would allow them to penetrate deeply.
He had not expected the opponent to be so “tenacious”.
After breaking the main camp, there was a second line of defense, a third…
Although each line of defense was not strong, merely rows of wooden horse-blocking stakes and fences, they were still a threat to the charging soldiers.
The moment they were blocked by the obstacle, the enemy’s archers had already moved.
Clearing the obstacle had to be done under a rain of arrows, and with the rebel army’s rudimentary equipment, people fell with every step forward.
The much-expected Elite Burn Food Squad, which was originally intended to infiltrate secretly, was forced to charge to the frontline, becoming a suicide team.
The horrific scene was unbearable to witness.
In an instance, over half were lost under the rain of arrows.
Apart from cursing his subordinates’ incompetence, the grey-robed old man found that he could do nothing now.
To summon skeletons again, just thinking about it was enough.
Could there be no price for performing such a heaven-defying sinister technique?
It seemed that the grey-robed old man did not change, but in reality, it was completely the opposite.
If not for the protection of the Lord of Skeletons, his soul would have long been devoured by the undead world.
Seeing that the effect of the potion was about to end, the grey-robed old man stomped anxiously.
The more panicked he was, the more likely he was to make an incorrect decision.
Under the command of the grey-robed old man, countless rebel soldiers launched one wave of assault after another.
This shocked Hudson, who was directing the battle.
He had seen those who did not fear death, but never .
If the rebel army had tens of thousands of people, they could directly pile up human lives, with no problems whatsoever.
But now, the defenders obviously outnumbered them.
With such a reckless fighting method, even if all defense lines were torn apart, what could they do?
Looking at the battlefield, it was initially determined that the rebel army had lost more than 20%.
If this were a normal army, it would have collapsed by now.
The effect of the Courage Potion numbed the nerves of the rebel soldiers, making them bloodthirsty and belligerent, but their companions constantly falling beside them also hurt their nerves.
Fear began to spread in the hearts of the rebel soldiers, but the numbness of their nerves caused by the delayed reaction, made them instinctively continue the battle.
From the lookout tower, Hudson picked up his bow and arrow, targeting the grey-robed old man.
The sharp arrow left a trail, like a flash of lightning, but unfortunately an enemy soldier suddenly ran over, blocking the arrow for the grey-robed old man.
That startling scene made the soul of the elderly man in grey robe tremble.
As a mage master, he was not good at close combat.
Without any hesitation, the grey-robed old man chose to retreat decisively.
His intuition told him that if he didn’t run away quickly, he would meet the Lord of Skeletons.
After a lingering glance at the battlefield, the grey-robed old man took a hard swallow, directly heading into the woods, instantly disappearing from Hudson’s sight.
Despite not achieving full success, Hudson was not annoyed, but rather, exceedingly delighted.
That arrow just now, was merely meant to scare the rebel commander.
He did not expect that he had actually hit a rebel soldier from a distance of 150 meters.
Performed above expectations?
Just as this thought crossed his mind, he immediately took out another arrow, aiming at a leader of the rebel army.
With a “swoosh”, a rebel leader a hundred meters away was hit by the arrow and fell.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”
Within 150 meters, anyone caught in his sight could not escape death.
Such precise accuracy made Hudson even doubt if he had become a divine archer.