Chapter 1748: Broken down by the beating

A group of alchemists and talisman masters, holding various magic treasures, talismans, and array disks, shuttled back and forth on the battlefield, extremely brave.

The Undead Race was completely stunned. Didn't they always say that the human alchemists, talisman masters, array masters, and artifact masters were not good at fighting?

Didn't they say they had cultivation but low combat power?

But what is this scene in front of us? You call this not good at fighting?

The Undead Race was completely stunned, and the alchemists and talisman masters, thinking that they could finally eat that hot meal, naturally couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts, and they fought even more fiercely.

Outside the large tents, Ye Changqing looked at the many alchemists and talisman masters covered in blood, and said with a strange expression.

"What are you doing?"

According to everyone's suggestion, Ye Changqing made rice bowls and beef noodles this time, which could be considered satisfying everyone's wishes.

Just, why are there alchemists and talisman masters here? What are they doing on the battlefield?

Facing Ye Changqing's puzzled gaze, the alchemists and talisman masters laughed loudly.

"We are also human cultivators; in a war of extermination, we are naturally duty-bound, and going to the battlefield to kill the enemy is a very normal thing."

"That's right, Food Ancestor, don't look down on us; we are also members of the human race."

This sounded reasonable at first glance, but after thinking about it, Ye Changqing felt something was wrong.

The current battle situation clearly showed that the humans had the advantage. Since the humans had the advantage, why do all these fancy things?

If the situation was critical and they were on the verge of defeat, then it would make sense for the alchemists, talisman masters, and chamber of commerce experts of the major alliances to go to the battlefield.

But now, it was far from reaching that point. What is the point of going to the battlefield at this time?

However, everyone had no time to answer Ye Changqing's question and had already started eating heartily.

They had been craving the food for so long, so they had to eat a few more bowls, and today there were various rice bowls and beef noodles, so they couldn't miss it.

He couldn't figure it out, and he was too busy, so Ye Changqing didn't continue to delve into it.

Ensuring victory in the battle was the most critical thing.

And because they were eating rice bowls and noodles today, the morale of the human side was high.

The combat power of the human cultivators who had eaten was increased by thirty percent.

As for the Undead Race, their morale came fast and went fast.

Soon they were beaten into a daze by the humans.

The main thing was that these humans today were even crazier than before, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

And the addition of the alchemists and talisman masters from the major alliances made the Undead Race even more confused.

Just like that, although they resisted with all their might, the final result did not change, and the Undead Race was defeated again.

In more than half a month, facing successive defeats, they also had to face the torture of the humans again and again.

The Undead Race could be said to be exhausted.

Not to mention physical injuries, the psychological trauma was what they found most difficult to accept.

"Why, why do the humans dare to do this?"

"Damn it, my Kugu Holy Land has the Undead Rejuvenation Art, and we still can't outlast those humans?"

"I am not reconciled."

At the Undead Race station, such complaints could be seen everywhere; most of the Undead Race members were really on the verge of collapse.

And the Undead Great Emperors who had inspected the station also noticed this, and their hearts were filled with solemnity.

The current Undead Race was like a huge gunpowder barrel; once there was any "spark," it would probably explode directly.

At that time, there would be no need for the humans to take action; they would collapse themselves.

Just like the camp explosion that occurred in secular armies during wartime, it was a tragic consequence caused by psychological collapse.

Returning to the hall, the Undead Great Emperors sat together.

Compared to the humans, the situation within their own internal ranks was even more urgent.

"Let's all talk about it; what should we do now?"

They must find a way to appease the emotions of the people below and let them relax as soon as possible; they cannot keep their spirits tense like this.

Otherwise, the string in their hearts would definitely break.

But regarding this, none of the Undead Great Emperors had any way.

"With the current actions of the humans, it's simply impossible."

"That's right, they come for a large-scale attack every two or three days; we have no time at all."

"Damn humans, don't they feel nervous or suppressed?"

An Undead Great Emperor was strange. They were both fighting fiercely, so why was the Undead Race on the verge of collapse, while the humans had nothing?