Whether it is Yenogu’s Siege or the Howling Peaks, these exchanges yield such rewards.

It is precisely by relying on these gains that, after the power of Undead Monarch Okas waned, he had the opportunity to conquer the Ghoul King.

Now, he is merely activating this war tool once more.

"Find him, tear him apart, eat him!"

The King of the Jackalweres raised the Tri-headed Chain Mace, pointed towards the west, in the direction of the Plains of Bone, and roared again.

"Find him, tear him apart, eat him!" countless jackalweres shouted in response.

The Howling Peaks seemed like a boiling anthill, with countless jackalweres swarming out.

At first glance, these jackalweres appeared chaotic.

In reality, they had clear command and division of labor.

An Abyssal Jackalwere Leader or Warlord leads one or two Jackalwere Demon Priests, surrounded by a variable number of Abyssal Jackalweres as guards, who in turn control a variable number of ordinary jackalweres.

And these ordinary jackalweres would lead several Beastkin, hyenas, or ghouls as servant slaves.

These combinations range from hundreds to nearly a thousand.

They hunt collectively, wage war collectively.

This is the famed Jackalwere Battalion, and on the Material Plane, together with the Orc Tribes and Hobgoblin clans, they are known as three major civilizational disasters.

Wherever they pass, destruction, slaughter, and death inevitably follow.

Back in the Rocklands, Gaven collided with a jackalwere battalion known as the Black Reaper.

Now the Black Reaper is merely a basic unit of the Jackalwere Army, and there are thousands of such battalions.

Going further up, there is no command, nor is command needed, nor is it possible to command, even the King of the Jackalweres cannot achieve it.

The jackalweres’ warlike and bloodthirsty nature makes them likely to fall into Bloodthirsty Berserk in face of war, they will tear the enemy apart headlong, or be torn apart by the enemy, don’t expect them to play any tactical cooperation.

In fact, not only those ordinary jackalweres are like this, but even the King of the Jackalweres himself is of the same disposition, he also bears the formidable title of Bloodlust Beast.

When he enters a combat state, all intelligence and reason are thrown to the back of his mind, just like a bloodthirsty, murderous beast, let alone giving command.

For most enemies, this thousand-battalion assault tactic is terrifying enough.

The behavioral mode of these jackalwere battalions is inherently impossible to fathom, a thousand battalions will result in a thousand behavioral modes, and when combined, innumerable possibilities evolve.

These possibilities might be stunningly foolish, or they might be strokes of genius.

Not even the most excellent strategic master can comprehend, predict tactically in advance, only react and adapt on the fly.

But one thing is common among these jackalwere battalions, as they march towards the Plains of Bone, they madly absorb and enslave those ghouls, this is a privilege bestowed by the King of the Jackalweres due to his domination of the Ghoul King.

Quickly the number of these jackalwere battalions doubled, they marched grandly to slaughter the Corpse Ghoul King and the Burning Flame Alliance Army led by the Flame Queen.

It’s natural to pick the soft ones first when choosing persimmons to pinch.

Although the Flame Queen leads a grand alliance army, their overall commanding ability cannot compare to the Slaughter Army.

In a favorable situation, their advancing speed would be terrifyingly fast.

But in an adverse situation, they could easily crumble entirely.

The King of the Jackalweres, although bloodthirsty and cruel, still has basic overall awareness.

Facts prove, the King of the Jackalweres made the right choice.

The two sides have already clashed, and the Flame Queen was stunned by this thousand battalion tactic of the enemy.

All around there was the mad howling and roaring of jackalweres, he could not discern where the main forces of the jackalweres were, it seemed as if the main forces were everywhere.

In front of the main forces led by the Flame Queen, they were invincible.

Just by themselves, the Flame Queen can easily wipe out several jackalwere battalions, provided the enemy collides with her head-on.

Jackalweres are not undead, will not regard death with indifference, even if they fight to the last they will not retreat.

Once the jackalwere casualties reach a certain point, they will collapse spontaneously, scatter everywhere.

This should have been their disadvantage, now it has become their advantage, the Flame Queen simply has no time to pursue them one by one, and has to let most escape while turning to deal with other jackalwere battalions.

But those fleeing jackalweres didn’t entirely leave, instead they regrouped into new battalions, or joined other battalions and returned for revenge.

The problem is, the Flame Queen is just one person, even if plus her Incendiary Flame Spirit Lords, who can independently hold a position like her, there are only thirteen altogether.

And jackalwere battalions are thousands, in places they can’t attend to, they are madly devouring the Burning Flames and Corpse Alliance Army, jackalweres may not be very intelligent, but they have a definite advantage over mindless undead.

The Ghoul King meanwhile leads a vast Ghoul Army arriving belatedly.

The position-swapped Howling Peaks is located slightly north between the Plains of Bone and the Soulless Throne, forming an unequal triangle between the three, hence the Ghoul King, the local master, ends up behind the Jackalwere Army.

The Ghoul King naturally enjoys the convenience, the ghoul territory formerly seized by the Flame Queen again regained.

"Die!"

A large-bodied jackalwere leapt up, easily spanning twenty to thirty meters, while madly howling, wildly brandishing the Tri-headed Chain Mace in hand, smashing heavily onto the head of a jackalwere warlord trapped in blazing flames.

The three heads of the Tri-headed Chain Mace hit simultaneously, not only was the jackalwere warlord’s head split open on the spot, even the whole upper body was sliced into several pieces, dying on the spot, beyond saving.

The flames on the jackalwere warlord’s body darted out with a howl, transforming into a humanoid flame, turned and ran, towards another nearby jackalwere, the scorching flames directly enveloped him, drilling crazily into his body through his nasal cavity, ears, and other organs.

The jackalwere plunged into wild howls of anguish, no matter how he rolled, slapped, he couldn’t completely extinguish the flames.

Because this is not a mere simple flame, but a Flame Undead - Corpse Burning Flame Spirit.

The large-bodied jackalwere also pursued relentlessly, the Tri-headed Chain Mace in his hand danced with whirlwind force, utterly disregarding any kindred feelings, slammed heavily onto this jackalwere, killing him on the spot.

With this jackalwere’s death, the Corpse Burning Flame Spirit’s soul infusion ability could no longer be used.

Soul infusion works on souls rather than bodies, this ability can only be used on living beings or undead, and cannot take effect on soul-less objects.

They can also use their flame for attack, just the effect is not as fearsome or rapid as soul infusion.