The elf capital

The undead elf's words entered my ears:

"We have an army consisting of rangers that number in the hundreds of thousands, foot soldiers approximately three hundred thousand, mages fifty thousand, summoners fifty thousand."

The army made up around seven hundred and fifty thousand in total, which wasn't a lot considering the human armies were way bigger, what I saw on the battlefield was only a fraction of the Churches' strength as they were most likely conspiring something at that location, which wasn't related to Ludeus. However, since Ludeus didn't make a fuss about it, it most likely wasn't very important.

However, even though the number wasn't even one million, they all should be way stronger, making up for the lacking numbers, quality over quantity.

I wasn't familiar with the abilities of bowmen and mages aside from necromancers, but I wasn't here to destroy the whole elven realm by myself. I was only preparing them for what was to come, weakening and confusing them.

The undead was
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