After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The human kingdom seemed to have returned to peace after the passing of an old man.

In the distant land of the elves, war still raged.

After stepping over countless corpses and regrouping, the Northern Army advanced rapidly along the valley. Various forces, like sandwiches, crowded together in this small piece of land.

With her hair all messy, Kate hadn't had a good night's sleep for days.

The situation was far worse than expected. They not only underestimated the speed of the undead army's advance, but also overestimated the fighting strength of the elven defenders.

On the narrow road to Eagle City, the elven garrison and the rebels were entangled in a fierce battle, a testament to the wisdom of the long-lived race, who used strange fights to delay the northern army's advance.

Thanks to the hardness of the Elf Wood, otherwise these elves would probably have had to decide the outcome of the war by throwing stones.

"Charge forward! Whoever stands in our way, kill them all!"

Clenching his fists, unable to keep up with the undead army's pace, Kate unleashed a rare burst of anger.

He was, after all, a renowned division commander in the Northern Territory. If he missed a crucial opportunity due to the elves' incompetent infighting, he would definitely become a negative example for the military academy.

He was fed up with the silly sight of a bunch of elves poking around with sticks.

Upon receiving Kate's order, Jenny calmly took a sip of tea and nodded slightly. The cavalry division commanders immediately rushed out of their tents and began to move, leading their troops into the "bloody" battlefield.

In less than twenty minutes, both the elven defenders and the rebels expressed their willingness to surrender and become prisoners of humanity.

"We don't have time to capture you, and besides, stop taking off your clothes!"

Kate, who nearly suffered a stroke from anger after throwing the elves out of the camp, issued several orders, instructing the cavalry division to stop the undead legion outside Eaglefall City at any cost.

Horse hooves thundered across the valley, and in the days that followed, the Northern Army gave the elves a harsh lesson in the true nature of war.

The valiant lancers charged day and night, their superior mobility breaking through the elves' defenses, and even the reddened river could not keep up with their pace.

Most of the elven garrison stationed in the valley were concentrated in Eagle City. The further they went, the more territory the rebels occupied, and the more news came, the more Kate frowned.

Meanwhile, the Third Division's Second and Third Regiments, whose initial mission was to investigate the beach area, also realized the importance of Eagle City after receiving a message from Timo.

A great battle was about to break out, but on their way back, a scene they would never forget appeared before them at the foot of Eagle City.

The cascading waterfall hurled forth endless skeletons...

The high-ranking officers of the Northern Army had been overlooking one issue: why the elven rebels and the undead legions were operating separately, and why the cavalry divisions could not find any trace of the undead legions no matter how hard they chased.

Because these skeletons, who don't need to breathe, didn't travel by land at all, but chose to travel by water!

"Damn gods, do you have to be so ruthless?"

Amidst the shocked gasps of the Third Division soldiers, the waterfall roared, and the river water rushed down from the cliff hundreds of meters high. In the misty spray, the cold air and the aura of the undead quickly permeated the air.

Groups of skeletons moved, and suddenly emerged deathly black shadows roared and plunged down along the cascading waterfall, with countless skeletons colliding with each other, making terrifying noises.

Death was falling, and the dense black shadows became clearer and clearer into the white bones before our eyes. In just a few minutes, these undead had submerged the pool, and their scarlet eyes suddenly lit up in the cold valley.

"Retreat! Form defensive formation!"

The commanders of the Second and Third Regiments issued orders almost simultaneously, concentrating their troops on both sides of the river and quickly felling tall trees to block the river, using them as cover against the undead army.

Although the elves are wretched, they are creatures that belong to this land, just like humans.

The soldiers of the Third Division didn't know how many unarmed elves were behind them—it could be hundreds of thousands, it could be millions—but no matter what, as long as they were here, they couldn't let a single undead pass by!

They must stop this massacre!

"Son of the North, the enemy is at hand! For the glory of Commander Garwin, for the glory of the Third Division!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Lacking heavily armored soldiers and shield guards with strong defenses, the swordsmen and shieldmen of the Third Division quickly stepped forward to form a defensive line, some even standing in the cold river water, staring intently at the enemy who was attacking them.

The 10,000-strong force quickly changed formation, with layers of spears raised, and the archers drew their scimitars, preparing to charge into the enemy ranks.

With the roar of the waterfall and the rising mist, the drenched undead army roared and charged forward, accompanied by a chilling wind.

Even though he was exhausted, Timo had to pull himself together, quietly dismounted, and disappeared into the woods. His agile figure vanished in no time.

At the same time, a fierce battle was also breaking out in Eagle City on the cliff. As the last line of defense for the elves, they originally wanted to fight to the death here, but they never expected that the undead would attack by water.

The elven mages launched an immediate attack, causing river water and bones to explode one after another. The gates of Eagle City were quickly opened, and the elite elven army surged to the riverbank, attempting to use their flesh and blood to stop this deadly torrent.

But the elves' efforts were doomed to failure. A white wave crashed against the Third Division's defenses, unleashing a bloody storm.

A brutal battle unfolded, with sharp bone hands slicing through the soldiers' bodies and the clanging of metal weapons shattering the bones of the undead.

The moment the defensive line faltered, the archers wielding scimitars leaped over the swordsmen and launched a desperate counter-charge with fierce slashes.

The humiliation inflicted on the Northern Army by the Undead Legion is deeply etched into their blood.

They are no longer warriors who can only hide behind the Duke! They will use the destruction of the undead legions to declare humanity's dominion over this land!

Bones flew from the blades, and without the commander's orders, row after row of spearmen crossed the defensive line to provide timely support to the melee archers.

Before them stretched an endless army of undead, and the ceaseless waterfall continued to spew forth the claws of death.

The soldiers of the Third Division fought bravely forward, and the roars of the warriors echoed throughout the valley. Even the spirits on the cliffs were moved when they saw such a scene.

"Charge! Help humanity!"

The ancient pact seemed to be signed once again, as the elves abandoned their attempt to block the river and turned to attack the bottom of the cliff.

The soldiers of the Third Division, who had once repelled the undead, saw the mirror flower suddenly blooming in the hazy mist.

The Elf Princess Tina appeared on the battlefield.

Tina had her own pride; she was an elf chosen by the goddess, and her created race was destined to be loyal to the great creator.

If it was somewhat understandable that she almost died at Oswald's hands, then what about during the Battle of Green Canyon, when she was suppressed by an ordinary human, a young red-haired woman...?

Elves are not usually prone to feelings of shame, but Tina has made up her mind to exterminate all the humans in the Northern Territory.

The undead legion cleared a path for her. Tina, who unleashed hundreds of streaks of light with a single sword strike, stepped out of the blood-soaked mist and stood before the Northern Army's Third Division.