The battlefield was a sea of chaos as Jay's undead forces clashed with Evans' wolf legions. The howl of wolves and the clash of skeletal swords filled the air as the control room was transformed into a brutal battleground. Despite the size and strength of the wolf horde, Jay's undead legions stood firm, ready to follow their master's orders.
Jay stood near the rear of the battlefield, his sharp eyes scanning the fight as his skeletal commanders—Adonis and Amelios—directed the legions under their command. Around him, the three Black Eyed Ghouls hovered, waiting for their instructions. Jay's mind raced as the battle unfolded, his role as the overall commander paramount in securing the victory.
"Adonis! Amelios! Keep the flanks secure and protect the mages!" Jay ordered.
Adonis, the skeletal swordsman commander, raised his hand, directing his skeletal warriors forward. "Charge!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the field as he led his skeletal soldiers into the fray. The swordsmen moved with eerie precision, striking down the wolves that charged toward them. The undead archers, under Amelios' command, fired arrows into the mass of wolves, each arrow finding its mark and felling the creatures with uncanny accuracy.
The zombie legion, led by Amelios, pressed forward on the opposite side, the humanoid zombies crashing into the wolves with terrifying force. They may have been slow, but their power and relentless nature made them a formidable force. The wolf zombies, agile and fast, darted in and out of the fray, pouncing on weaker wolves and pulling them to the ground.
Jay watched the battlefield unfold, his focus sharp. The wolves, though numerous, were struggling to break through his undead forces. The war cries of the wolves rang out as they clashed against the skeletal swordsmen, but there was no clear advantage for the wolf side. Even with the wolves' speed and ferocity, they were being cut down by the thousands.
"Keep pushing! Don't give them room to breathe!" Jay shouted, his voice rising above the battle. He watched as the wolves began to waver, retreating slightly under the weight of Jay's undead legions.
The Black Eyed Ghouls darted between the fighting lines, slashing at the wolves with their spectral claws. Their ethereal forms made them difficult to hit, and they disrupted the wolves' ranks, causing confusion. Their primary target was the stronger wolves, those who had the potential to turn the tide, but Jay didn't want to risk his main forces joining the fight just yet.
Evans, watching from the sidelines, grit his teeth as the battle continued. His wolves were skilled, but the undead legions were proving more than a match for them. "These damned undead," he muttered. "They don't stop. They don't tire. But we can win this. My wolves are stronger than this."
Leo, standing beside Evans, nodded. "They are well-coordinated. But you know wolves fight best in packs. Our strength lies in unity, and we can overwhelm their numbers."
Evans' eyes narrowed as he scanned the battlefield. "We'll just have to break through their lines. My wolves are stronger than these skeletons and zombies. Let's press harder."
Jay saw Evans' determination from across the field. He knew Evans was a formidable strategist, but the advantage in numbers and coordination lay with Jay's forces. Still, Jay couldn't take the threat lightly.
"Focus on the weak ones," Jay called to his undead troops. "Don't give the enemy a chance to regroup!"
The zombie legions, undeterred by the occasional strikes from the wolves, kept pushing forward. The humanoid zombies, driven by their single-minded desire to crush and destroy, made excellent tanks for the smaller wolves to focus on, and they trampled over any wolf that came too close. The skeletal archers, meanwhile, continued to fire from the back lines, their arrows soaring over the heads of the front-line skeletons, finding their targets and piercing the wolves with deadly accuracy.
Adonis, still in command of his skeleton warriors, gave the order. "Form a wall! Keep them at bay!" The skeletal shields locked together to form a nearly impenetrable barrier, stopping the wolves in their tracks.
The wolves, who had been charging forward with speed and aggression, were now stymied. They growled and snapped, trying to break through the skeletal ranks, but each attempt was met with steel and bone. The skeletons held firm, their shields unyielding as they kept the wolves at a distance.
Amelios, at the front, watched the enemy formation carefully. "We need to keep up the pressure. If they get a moment to regroup, they'll use their speed to break us apart."
Jay nodded in agreement. "Keep pushing. We're not giving them a chance to catch their breath."
The skeletal mages, standing further behind the front lines, began casting spells to support the front line. Bolts of necrotic energy shot out from their outstretched hands, hitting the wolves with deadly precision. The zombies, meanwhile, continued to trample through the wolf ranks, relentless and unstoppable in their advance.
Despite their best efforts, the wolves were being slowly overwhelmed. Evans' hopes of turning the battle with a quick, decisive attack were fading as more and more of his wolves were dragged down by Jay's undead. The warrior-class wolves, though powerful, were not enough to break through the wall of bone and flesh that Jay's legions had formed.
Evans clenched his fists. "This can't be happening. My wolves are better trained. They should be breaking through by now."
Leo, ever calm, gave a slight nod. "You can still turn this around. Call the retreat and regroup. We've got time to adjust."
But Evans wasn't ready to give up. "Not yet. We press forward."
The wolves continued their assault, but the momentum was shifting in Jay's favor. The zombie legions were relentless, and the skeletal warriors held their ground. Even the Black Eyed Ghouls were having their effect, darting between the wolves and taking down those who were on the verge of breaking.
Jay stood still, watching his undead forces as they overwhelmed the enemy. His eyes narrowed as he saw the frustration growing on Evans' face. "Don't let up," Jay muttered to himself, watching as his skeletal warriors and zombies continued to push the wolves back.
"Adonis! Amelios! Hold them at the rear!" Jay commanded. His skeletal commanders acted instantly, pushing the undead to keep the wolves from regrouping.
Evans' wolves, already strained and exhausted from the constant assault, began to falter. Their numbers were dwindling, and the once-dominant horde was now on the defensive. The warrior wolves, despite their strength and speed, were overwhelmed by the sheer force and coordination of Jay's undead legions.
Finally, Evans turned to Leo, his face twisted in frustration. "We're losing. We're losing to undead."
Leo, calm as ever, gave a single nod. "It appears so."
The battle raged on, but the tide had clearly shifted in Jay's favor. The last remnants of the wolf forces were struggling to maintain their ground against the overwhelming undead horde. As the fight continued, Jay remained focused, issuing commands to his legions with precision.
Jay's eyes swept across the battlefield, noting the strained faces of the wolves, their once-spirited attacks now lacking the same aggression. The zombie legions, though slow and lumbering, had created a wall of sheer numbers, pressing relentlessly on their enemies. The skeletal swordsmen, under Adonis' command, slashed through the remaining wolves with surgical efficiency, cutting down anything that got too close.
"Keep it up! Don't give them any time to breathe!" Jay shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Adonis gave a sharp nod, rallying his skeletons with a voice that seemed to echo off the walls of the battlefield. "Push them back! No mercy!"
The skeletal mages behind him continued to fire bolts of dark energy at the wolves, their magic adding to the suffocating pressure. Each blast of energy sent another wolf crumpling to the ground, their bodies littering the field.
Amelios' zombie forces were less precise, but they were no less dangerous. The humanoid zombies, with their immense strength, were driving the wolves into a corner. The wolf zombies, though smaller in number, darted in and out, swiftly picking off those wolves who dared stray too far from the pack.
Jay's Black Eyed Ghouls moved through the chaos with ghostly grace, slicing through the ranks of wolves who were attempting to break through the line. They had already caused considerable disruption, and now they focused on picking off the weaker wolves.
At the rear of the battlefield, Evans stood with clenched fists, his anger and frustration palpable. He had never imagined that his wolves could be overwhelmed by mere undead. He had always prided himself on his ability to lead his horde, but Jay's legions had proven to be a formidable challenge.
"This isn't happening," Evans muttered, his eyes scanning the battlefield, his thoughts running wild. He had expected the wolves to push through. He had expected them to tear down Jay's undead forces. But now, it was clear they were losing ground. The wolves were retreating, a few trying to regroup and make a final stand, but it was too late.
Leo, standing at his side, let out a deep breath, the calmness never leaving his expression. "We can still fight back, Evans. We just need to reorganize."
But Evans could see the writing on the wall. His forces were exhausted, their numbers dwindling with each passing second. His warrior-class wolves, once the pride of his legion, were now fighting for their lives, and even they could not turn the tide.
The wolves that still stood were far fewer than they had been. Jay's legions had proved to be an immovable wall, relentless and unyielding. The undead had played the long game, and now, the wolves were paying for their overconfidence.
Evans clenched his jaw. "I won't let this be the end. I'll keep fighting."
He raised his hand, calling for his remaining wolves to regroup. But the damage was done. The wolves, disheartened by the constant pressure and their dwindling numbers, lacked the will to continue. One by one, they began to break ranks, fleeing into the shadows. They had lost.
Jay, observing the retreat of Evans' wolves, felt a sense of relief mixed with exhaustion. The battle was nearly over, and his legions had emerged victorious. He stood tall, his gaze fixed on Evans, who was still attempting to rally the last of his forces.
"Is this really how you lead?" Jay's voice rang out across the field, his tone cold and cutting.
Evans turned sharply to face Jay, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "You think you've won? This is nothing. You've just outlasted us."
Jay smiled grimly, crossing his arms. "Outlasted? Your wolves lost their will to fight. That's not the same as winning. You failed, Evans."
Evans' hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I won't forget this," he muttered, his eyes burning with fury. "You've humiliated me. You've humiliated my wolves."
Jay raised an eyebrow, his tone unfazed. "Do you really think your wolves were the reason you lost? They were brave, I'll give them that. But they lacked coordination, discipline. And they underestimated my undead. That's why they lost."
Evans' face twisted with anger as he took a step forward. "You think you've won, but I've just been playing with you. My wolves were testing you. This isn't the end."
Jay's eyes narrowed. "If this is your idea of testing, you need to rethink your strategy. But there's no shame in failure. It's what you do afterward that matters."
Behind Evans, Leo placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him. "It's over, Evans. We'll regroup, we'll come back stronger. But this battle is lost."
Evans, his chest heaving with anger, glared at Jay one last time. "I'll make sure you regret this, Jay. Don't think this is over. I won't forget this humiliation."
Jay didn't respond immediately. Instead, he turned to his legions, ensuring that they were finishing off any remaining wolves that had lingered too long on the battlefield. The fight had been long and hard, but the victory was his. He had proven that the strength of his undead was far greater than the raw ferocity of the wolves.
"Adonis, Amelios," Jay called out, his voice calm. "Hold the line. Make sure no wolves escape. We can't let them regroup."
Adonis and Amelios nodded in unison, ensuring that Jay's command was carried out. The skeletal warriors moved forward, trapping the last of the wolves as the remaining undead forces closed in.
Evans, now surrounded by a handful of his remaining wolves, stood with his back to the wall. His face was twisted with frustration, but he knew the fight was over. There was no way to win now.
Jay turned to his Black Eyed Ghouls, giving them the signal to clear the field. The ghouls moved with ghostly speed, sweeping through the remaining wolves with ease. Their spectral forms made them nearly impossible to hit, and they were quickly dispatching the stragglers.
As the last of the wolves were finished off, Jay stood tall at the center of the battlefield, surveying the victory. He had done it. His undead legions had overcome Evans' wolves, and the battle had ended in his favor.
Evans, meanwhile, could only watch in silence as the last remnants of his army were decimated. His pride had been shattered, and the anger within him was palpable. But for now, there was nothing he could do since if he attacked he might injure the rest of the wolves and he didn't want to do this in front of the other wolves as he would be seen as a traitor and dishonest creature among the wolves in the end he could only sigh looking at the battlefield . The battle was lost, and Jay's legions had emerged victorious.