"The number of undead has increased significantly? Have you detected any signs of a large scale undead horde preparing to attack?"
Phield's heart skipped a beat.
Could that Corrupted Divine Chosen who escaped be seeking revenge already?
With the foundation of his territory now under threat, even he found it difficult to remain calm.
"Nothing like that," Kai replied, gesturing as he spoke. "It's just that there are many more scattered undead than before. Our ore transportation routes and farming operations have both been seriously affected. Around three slaves have already been killed in undead attacks."
If Clover or Agnes were behind it, they would never send scattered undead to attack.
The massive undead horde of twenty to thirty thousand from before was still deeply etched into Phield's memory.
"I'll deal with it."
Phield nodded.
"The army will gradually return in waves to reinforce the defenses. You and your men should get some rest. Leave everything else to me."
