Elven cultivators

"They've even used the Mother Tree of War... The Silvermoon Clan's forces are probably quite formidable."

Grant murmured thoughtfully, then changed the subject, "I've heard that a large undead army is approaching the northern border."

Alicia nodded: "That's right, that undead army numbered around 300,000."

"Three hundred thousand undead... that shouldn't be too much of a problem for the Silvermoon Clan," Grant said confidently.

Alicia nodded.

Unless all 300,000 undead are elite units like the Pale Knights, they might not pose a threat to the Silvermoon Clan.

"Judging by the time, that undead army should have already reached the northern border, and the two sides may have already clashed."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

The door to the side hall was pushed open, and a young elf strode in quickly, his steps hurried, even his bowing was faster than usual, and he handed over a scroll with both hands.

"Lady Alicia, we have just received the battle report from the East."

Alicia took the scroll, opened it, glanced at a few lines, and her gaze suddenly froze.

Grant noticed the change in her expression and asked, "What's wrong?" "That undead army just arrived at the northern border not long ago and joined up with the vanguard." Alicia looked up, her tone filled with undisguised surprise. "But before they could launch an attack, they were ambushed by the Silvermoon Clan, and the entire army of 300,000 undead was wiped out."

Grant was stunned: "So fast?"

He knew the Silvermoon Clan was bound to win, but this speed was just too outrageous.

The undead army was wiped out as soon as it arrived.

"Do you have any combat footage?" Grant asked.

He knew that spies monitoring the battle would definitely possess magical equipment capable of recording images of the battle, documenting the entire process of the war.

Alicia nodded and pressed her index finger on the grayish-white mark in the lower right corner of the battle report.

As magic was infused, a beam of light rose from the mark, rapidly spreading out in mid-air and transforming into a clear water curtain.

The moment the scene unfolds, the first thing that catches the eye is a fleet that blots out the sky.

Hundreds of airships are arrayed in the air.

The Flying Radiance Tower stands in the center, while the Soaring Cloud Flying Boat spreads out in a fan shape, unleashing a furious barrage of firepower upon the undead on the plains below.

The beams of the Spirit Crystal Cannon, the Radiant Impact, and the Golden Crow True Fire intertwined, plowing through the gray-white undead lines like a storm. The smoke and dust from the explosions surged into a moving gray wall, wiping out large swaths of the skeleton wolves and undead soldiers at the forefront of the line.

The flock of bone birds attempted to attack the fleet, but they couldn't even get close to the outermost Lingyun Flying Ship before being killed and shot down by the Taichu City disciples on the deck of the flying ship using magic.

It was a completely one-sided massacre.

Alicia and Grant had both seen footage of the fleet's battles before, but watching it again now still left them in awe.

The ferocious and intense firepower was truly terrifying.

The Silvermoon Clan's Flying Tower and Soaring Cloud Flying Boat are indeed incredibly powerful; it's no wonder that Bloodhowl Fortress was willing to wage war to obtain them.

In addition, Grant also noticed it.

The number of Flying Towers and Soaring Flying Boats has increased significantly compared to before.

The Silvermoon Clan has clearly expanded its fleet.

Given time, in the skies, perhaps no force can rival the Silvermoon Clan.

In the footage, the bombing lasted for about ten minutes before the firepower gradually weakened.

Countless undead were wiped out during this period. If it were any other army, such heavy casualties would probably have led to their collapse long ago.

Only the undead, who do not feel fear or the dread of death, can continue to fight.

After the firepower weakened, the side cabin of the airship suddenly opened, and figures dressed in green robes swept out of the cabin door, scattered in mid-air, and scattered golden beans downwards.

In an instant, it seemed as if a fine golden rain was falling from the sky.

The moment they landed, the golden beans rapidly expanded and grew, transforming in the blink of an eye into tall and robust Yellow Turban warriors who formed an array on their own and fiercely attacked the surrounding undead.

Following closely behind, the disciples of Taichu City, who were suspended in the air, took out long, black banners and waved them.

The moment the banner fluttered in the wind, a grayish-white mist surged out from it and quickly spread towards the ground.

Countless translucent, armored, and blade-wielding phantoms coalesced from the mist, charged forward, and silently crashed into the undead lines.

Alicia was taken aback: "What is this?"

On screen, as the translucent phantoms passed through the undead array, the undead attacks went straight through their bodies, as if they were cutting into a cloud of intangible mist.

However, the ghost soldiers' counterattack landed squarely on the bodies of the dead.

In a single glance, thousands of undead fell victim to these bizarre phantoms. "A new type of puppet I've never seen before," Grant said, staring at the screen for a while, his tone complex. "Most likely created by Anton again. His talent in alchemy and enchanting... is truly unmatched."

Alicia remained silent, her expression equally complex.

The elves are naturally skilled in alchemy and enchanting, and the Emerald Court's expertise in these fields is among the best on the entire continent.

However, even all the alchemists and enchanters in the royal court combined could not match the creativity that Anton displayed in this area.

The mere sight of the Flying Boat was already beyond the reach of even the masters of the royal court.

Anton's expertise in alchemy and enchanting deserves at least half the credit for the Silvermoon Clan's achievement in just two hundred years.

In the scene, the Yellow Turban Warriors and the Yin Soldiers work together seamlessly to annihilate the undead.

The Yellow Turban Warriors were responsible for charging into the enemy lines from the front, constantly tearing gaps in the undead ranks.

The ghost soldiers then infiltrated the ranks of the dead along the breach, widening the gap.

The two work together like precisely meshed gears, with almost no unnecessary movements between them.

Grant looked away and didn't look any further.

Seeing this, Alicia also turned off the video. Go to Bing to search for the latest chapter!

After all, they already knew the outcome.

To their astonishment, the Silvermoon Clan suffered no casualties throughout the entire war.

They only lost some puppets.

A near-perfect victory.

Before seeing this footage, they never imagined war could be fought like this.

"Now it seems that the Silvermoon Clan may have been hiding their strength. If those new, ghost-like puppets had been used in the previous war, the Bloodclaw Clan would probably have suffered an even more crushing defeat."

Alicia nodded silently.

Judging from the number of new puppets, they were definitely not created recently.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to produce such a large number of puppets in such a short period of time.

The Silvermoon Clan is clearly hiding something.

Why would they do that? Silence fell over the hall as the two seemed to process what they had just witnessed.

After a while, Grant broke the silence: "The Silvermoon Clan is very well prepared. The undead army probably won't be able to break through their defenses anytime soon. Now it's up to us. We must keep the undead army in the northern part of the continent and absolutely cannot let them ravage other areas and gain more troops."

Alicia nodded solemnly.

The two then began discussing the specific details of the alliance.