The sound of horse hooves faded into the distance.
The sound of horse hooves returned.
It was like a surge of thunder rolled across the sky.
This could hardly be called a war, so swift that Lind hadn't even finished reviewing the recent exploration of Griffin Fortress by the undead, nor had he finished watching the undead's combat training dubbed "Lind's Teaching."
He had anticipated this outcome.
One year of meticulous preparation coupled with extensive capital accumulation using the undead meant that taking over a Newbie Village would be done in a very short time, without the need for full military deployment. Just the resource consumption of deploying the major force was enough to assemble a new Avonhoe.
Lind stepped out of the tent, his armor still on, and the undead who had been moving around the vicinity noticed his presence. Surrounded by burly soldiers, Lind still towered over them by a head.
This was a height the undead's morphing data could not achieve.
