"What's with this Skeleton Saint, acting all timid at the critical moment? If the players' team gets organized, we'll lose our advantage!"
Su Ran was anxious but helpless, lamenting in his heart that this was the intelligence gap between system monsters and players; they wouldn't actively attack unless they entered their aggro range—a foolish setting that doomed the boss to be slaughtered by players.
However.
Just as Su Ran was desperately trying to signal the Skeleton Saint, he helplessly discovered that the saint had decided to sit down and meditate to recover its state, while the high-level Undead around it wandered aimlessly like senseless puppets, leaving the whole Undead camp looking deathly still.
Damn!
The enemy is at the gates, and you're recovering? What, my grave's grass isn't green enough for you?
At this, Su Ran wished he could rush forward himself and command the Army of the Undead to attack!
But that was unrealistic.
