Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission-Chapter 74 - Attack at Dawn

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Attack at Dawn

Chapter 74 -74: Attack at Dawn

In the dead of night, Fang Jie began to get busy.

The Mechanical Flying Eagle, carrying a few dark shadows, quietly headed towards Mist Island.

After previous observations, Fang Jie had gained a substantial understanding of the situation on the other side.

Although the island wasn’t very large, the Fishmen still wouldn’t venture to the center of the island.

It was unknown whether it was because they only needed the edge or if the Fishmen were somewhat averse to the statue in the middle.

In any case, the Fishmen generally stayed on the edges of the island, and especially at night, only a few would keep watch at the periphery.

These Fishmen were creatures that were active at night.

Before dawn, the Fishmen would return in large numbers to rest at the island’s edge.

Some would go ashore, but most would just stay in the water.

The Mechanical Flying Eagle gently landed in the middle of the island and then set down those dark shadows. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Once the shadows hit the ground, they remained still.

Upon closer inspection, these objects were either Skeletons or Zombies.

Indeed, in such confined spaces, Zombies were more useful than Skeletons.

For these Zombies, Fang Jie had previously returned to his own territory and upgraded the grave to a level 5, the maximum level.

Then, a batch of level 5 Iron Armor Zombies were created and, along with the Skeleton Generals, were sent to Mist Island, temporarily staying there without making a sound.

The Mechanical Flying Eagle was not merely for transporting goods; it was a type of combat troop.

Fang Jie previously had the Mechanical Flying Eagle capture some Fishmen for research, so he understood them well.

Fishmen had strong hearing and perception abilities in water, and their vision was more suited to murky waters.

On land, the vision of Fishmen was far inferior to that of humans.

Their hearing and perception abilities would also become very weak, otherwise Fang Jie wouldn’t have used this method.

All night, the Mechanical Flying Eagle would come and go, continuously transporting a large force to Mist Island.

Gradually, the number of Black Iron-level troops increased, and eventually, Fang Jie even sent over some Apprentice Level Skull Soldiers and Skeleton Shooters.

There was also a batch of bronze-level Skeleton Generals, which essentially meant there should be no issues.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the White Bone War Elephants and Skeleton Cavalry were unsuitable for that terrain, Fang Jie would have found a way to get them there too.

Of course, the White Bone War Elephants were too heavy and couldn’t be flown over by the Mechanical Flying Eagle.

As the night slowly passed and dawn approached, the Fishmen, who had been active all night, returned to Mist Island with the tide.

Fang Jie then stopped sending more troops, afraid of being discovered.

The Undead Creatures would remain undetected as long as they stayed still unless the Fishmen approached.

The Fishmen reached the shore and lay down to sleep; some lay nearby in the water.

Such environmental changes were nothing to the Fishmen, as they were amphibious creatures by nature.

When dawn arrived, most of the Fishmen had fallen deep into slumber.

“Good, kill,” Fang Jie gave the signal to attack.

The three low-level Heroes sent over directly commanded the troops to attack.

For this battle, Fang Jie brought Fang Hao back, and with Fang Hao’s guidelines, the Undead’s combat power was even stronger.

“Go all out and start sending troops across,” Fang Jie ordered, instructing the Mechanical Flying Eagle to continue transporting troops.

This time there was no need for caution—troops were sent with great momentum and even greater speed.

Unfortunately, most of the Fishmen were underwater, where Mechanical Flying Eagles were useless against creatures in the sea.

The Fishmen’s sensory abilities on shore were rather poor, but even they noticed something was amiss with all the commotion.

As they each hazily opened their eyes, what they saw were weapons pointed straight at them.

Some Fishmen didn’t even get the chance to open their eyes before they were dealt with.

White Bone Arrows flew from a distance, striking the Fishmen as if they were mere targets, one after another.

Blood flowed out, seeping into the ocean at the beach’s edge.

The scent of blood immediately alerted all the Fishmen in the vicinity.

Their ancestral home was under attack—how could the Fishmen not be furious?

So the Fishmen began shouting indistinct words in a flurry, “wuli bar la,” as they squeezed toward the coast.

In the water, the Skeletons were no match for the Fishmen, but on land, the situation was completely reversed.

The scales on the Fishmen’s bodies offered some defense ability but were not comprehensive, and they lacked the strength of the Skeleton Zombies, particularly the Iron Armor Zombies, whose hardness the Fishmen simply couldn’t penetrate.

These Fishmen, without any powerful backing, carried such primitive weapons.

They wielded coral or various sticks and stones, or else rusted items beyond recognition.

What they used most, however, were bones left by large fish, which had been shaped into weapons after being polished.

Such sharp and hard weapons were very popular among the Fishmen.

But compared to the bone weapons carried by the Skeletons, they were far inferior.

Even during the battle, some Fishmen threw aside their own weapons and picked up those left behind by the dead Skeletons.

After swinging them a few times, they found these weapons more handy than those they had been using.

The slaughter began at dawn and continued until the fog gradually dissipated.

Towards the end, even the fog was tinged with a hint of blood.

The fog was useful against other creatures, but not against the Undead.

Unfortunately for the Fishmen, they were also unable to see through the fog to the scene inside.

When the fog cleared, the Fishmen finally witnessed the horrendous sight.

At the edge of the island, the ground was littered with the corpses of their kin.

Judging by the number, there were already more than five thousand, possibly even more.

The Fishmen couldn’t count, but they could see when there were many.

It seemed that there weren’t as many surviving Fishmen as those who had died.

The Fishmen unwillingly eyed the edge of the island, where the small pools were filled with their offspring.

But faced with the death of the other Fishmen, these Fishmen had no choice but to accept it.

Thus, the Fishmen didn’t retreat in the water; instead, they stood off against the Skeletons on the island.

“Kill those little Fishmen and see how they react,” Fang Jie frowned.

Without the Fishmen coming ashore, he was at a loss for how to chase after them.

Indeed, he was too weak to do anything himself underwater.

The Undead received the command and began the massacre.

Seeing the actions of the Undead, the Fishmen became agitated, yet they still didn’t rush up with the intention of pursuit.

When fighting for territory against rival groups, enemy Fishmen would do the same thing.

In their simple minds, the Fishmen had mistaken the Undead for enemies contesting their territory.

In the end, the Fishmen made some noise in a hubbub, “gu la gu la,” apparently deliberating something, before each of them sank into the sea.