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At present, it seemed that the only option left for the Dawn Legion was to fight all out with Purgatory City!

Their ultimate goal was to annihilate all the undead, and after having been involved with Purgatory City for so long, it was time for a decisive battle to determine the outcome.

Of course, even if they wiped out the undead inside Purgatory City, the problem of food shortage could not be solved.

As the undead did not need to eat, there would naturally be no food reserves in the city.

Perhaps there would be some food for the Purgatory Demon Dragon, but for the immense Dawn Legion, it was totally insignificant.

But even if there were no spoils of war, it didn’t matter, because the intense battle would surely result in a significant reduction in the number of the Dawn Legion.

With fewer mouths needing to eat, the demand for food would naturally decrease.

When Mentor mentioned this plan, Catalan immediately refused.

But soon, his rationality told him that under the current circumstances, this was already the best solution.

In the end, with no other choice, Catalan reluctantly agreed to Mentor’s proposal.

The Dawn Legion was now in a critical situation, and there really was no time to waste.

Catalan, who deeply understood this, immediately called over representatives of various influential parties that he could name and accurately conveyed his requirements word by word.

Not every representative among the allied forces was as mindless as Felton’s representative; many smart people could already guess what Catalan and Mentor were planning on doing.

Major casualties were already inevitable.

What they needed to do now was to do everything possible to minimize the losses of their own forces.

Of course, the best way was to shift the risk to their allies.

As it is said, a dead friend’s wealth is better than being poor ourselves. Even in this world, this concept is clear.

Under the joint urging of Catalan and Mentor, the once lifeless Dawn Legion quickly sprang back into action.

Compared to ordinary soldiers, the Spellcasters were treated much better.

Although they were all hungry, at least they had recently been able to send some edible food to their nearly empty stomachs.

It was just the quality and quantity of the food that could not be guaranteed, it might be grass roots, or cactus, or something…

By this time, the once dignified and respected Spellcasters no longer cared about the quality of their food.

And if they ate too slowly, their companions would not hesitate to snatch their food away.

Because they had not eaten well, the Spellcasters appeared somewhat listless when casting spells.

At Catalan’s request and under the guidance of the Elf Spellcasters, a large group of Spellcasters flew awkwardly into the sky.

They then targeted the densest area of the undead within Purgatory City and launched a massive attack!

Meteors descending from the sky, spikes tearing apart the earth, and enormous Wind Blades sweeping around, sharper than steel.

In an instant, the bombardment of these intermediate and advanced spells had brought Purgatory City, which was like stagnant water, to a complete boil.

Many undead creatures were shattered in the purifying power of the spells, and their soul flames were extinguished along with them.

But at the same time, even more undead surged forward like waves, madly rushing outward from the city.

This time, the movement of the Dawn Legion’s Spellcasters was too great, and almost all the undead within Purgatory City were alarmed.

And this was precisely the effect that Catalan and Mentor needed.

For the already hunger-stricken and demoralized Dawn Legion, to achieve the final victory, either their fighting spirit must be aroused, or they must have no way to retreat!

Flying Spellcasters who hadn’t eaten well were already somewhat groggy.

After releasing several intermediate and advanced spells in succession, many Spellcasters could not bear such a great consumption and blacked out.

With the people themselves unconscious, the Flight Skill could no longer be sustained.

They fell like sandbags from the sky, directly into the tide of undead corpses on the ground.

And their ultimate fate, needless to say, was grim.

Soon, flying undead creatures like Ghouls and Skeleton Griffins started to appear on the battlefield.

The nearly depleted Spellcasters of various races immediately retreated in a panic, but their Flight Skill was too slow and they were quickly overtaken by the flying undead.

A group of Spellcasters who could barely muster a Fireball faced a large group of fierce and brutal undead…

Piercing screams immediately echoed through the sky.

This time, the losses of Spellcasters from various factions could be described as a heavy blow.

For any faction, even the Western Empire and the Dawn Elves, a powerful Spellcaster is a tremendous treasure.

But now, they were being thrown out like bait, and the losses were so great. How could those in power not feel the pain?

Even Catalan felt his heart ached, as if it had been stabbed with a steel knife.

Looking at the densely packed undead that almost covered the whole earth and sky, Catalan clenched his teeth, and a trickle of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

“Dawn Legion, attack!”

As Catalan’s almost hysterical shout rang out, the multi-racial allied forces, whose numbers were not much smaller than those of the undead, forcibly marched towards the tide of undead corpses under the urging of various factions’ representatives.

But even during the charge, the representatives of various forces were still plotting their own schemes in their hearts.

Take the Oakland Federation as an example: it was an alliance of merchant city-states like those of the Dragon Bone Wasteland.

Only, the people of Oakland were all martially trained and produced mercenaries.

For them, every soldier was an invaluable treasure, and they were naturally not willing to risk their lives needlessly.

Although in the beginning, the people of Oakland were almost all in the front line.

However, by the time the battle joined with the undead at the front, the people of Oakland had somehow retreated to the very back of the army.

Although they continued to shout slogans loudly, the risk had been reduced to the lowest level.

But soon, Oakland paid a bloody price for their clever ploy.

Mentor immediately saw through their scheme, and there was no way around it – it was just too obvious.

After one of the Oakland Federation’s representatives had his head chopped off by Mentor himself, not only did Oakland retreat, but so did the entire Dawn Legion’s battlefront, advancing quite a distance forward.

Mentor let them know through his actions that this was not a joke; the time had truly come for the Dawn Legion and Purgatory City to face the final showdown!