77 – The Wounds
"Holy shit..." Emily took a deep breath while being carried by the undeads to our camp. "I've never resurrected that many corpses... I feel like I'm going to die... Well, I've been dead before."
Walking with Xenora's shoulders, I looked at my troops which were increasing in number, even though the casualties from our side were enormous.
Emily just turned almost all of the kingdom's troops into moving corpses. She even resurrected five wyverns.
That's why she run out of energy. She had to do it herself. Her disciples couldn't even resurrect more than three corpses at the same time.
Because of her, I've more than 1000 troops now. That might be good, but among them, I found some of my squad: zombie minotaurs, shapeshifters, mares, and even some succubi flying above us.
If I was better at strategizing and making decisions, would there be fewer deaths on my side?
"My lord…." Emily, who was still on the stretcher, patted my hand. "Cheer up. This is the first of many victories."