Grom cursed in fear and then said, "Although I don't know the exact number, there are many with strong individual power among the races in our tribe."
"I estimate there must be at least one to two hundred thousand half-undead."
Hearing this number, Elf King Orelia took a deep breath.
One to two hundred thousand?
My God!
Varian's face twitched violently.
He murmured, "One to two hundred thousand? Previously, this was probably the total number of all combat-capable races on the tribal side that could go to war, right?"
Turayang, with a grim expression, said, "While the tribes don't have conscription for all, their racial talent is just naturally good; as soon as they're adults, they're practically all qualified warriors or mages."
"This means, the Skeleton King essentially turned their entire core fighting population into half-undead!"
"And those remaining, the elderly, women, and children, were the ones he abandoned and turned directly into pure undead creatures."
