350 Spearheads of the Undead Legion

Looking around the thousand of undead, Danzel couldn't help but look at Velkir differently.

Each and every undead wore all kinds of different armor and weapons, but the quality of them might be similar to his items before they were damaged, not including the bonuses that his rune brought.

Not only that, but the undead wore a cloak of dead mana around them. They were like a well that let out dead mana into the surroundings while making the living uncomfortable, it was the best environment for an undead just like Danzel to be.

He felt like he was in his own element. His aura grew much strong than previously.

But then again, looking at the amount of all the 3rd-tier undead, Danzel felt somewhat depressed.

'What's the point of being the strongest of my tier when a necromancer could make of undead of the same tier?'