"I don't know what else there is..."
Colin muttered softly, looking at the "floating island" that had fallen to the ground, somewhat curious about what had happened to it.
As far as we can see now, these deformed stone statues that fell on the ground all fell from it.
Most of the stone statues are broken and incomplete...
Often when they see it, it is already immobile, or even embedded several meters deep in the soil...
However, Colin also reconfirmed that his "hint" could warn this thing so that he wouldn't have to wait until he got close to it and was attacked before reacting.
At this moment, thanks to precise firepower strikes, the cleanup work in this area has been completed.
"What's the loss?"
Colin asked the zombie in charge of the operation. He had already seen at least forty or fifty corpses, but he still needed to find out the exact number, or use the "hint" directly.
"My Lord, we only paid the insignificant price of more than a hundred people to kill the dozens of stone statues nearby..."
Hearing this answer, Colin's eyes twitched. He didn't expect the casualties to be so "heavy".
I used the "hint" to confirm that the actual number of casualties is currently 113...
But seeing the excited ghoul, the other party didn't seem to think so...
In the eyes of the other side, it was already a remarkable achievement for more than a hundred people to defeat such a large number of elite mutants.
And these are the "elite of the elite"...
If it were in the past, we would just avoid them and leave. If we really had to fight, even with a leader, hundreds of people would die before we could win...
This can only be achieved with the presence of "small soldiers".
As for how many "little soldiers" died, they didn't particularly care...
However, with the weapons given by the "Lord" that almost scared them to death, everything became "easy".
"You really don't take your own life seriously."
Colin muttered in his heart, the complexity of the fallen race is quite high...
They say they are afraid of death, and they are indeed very afraid of death...
They are not afraid of death, but sometimes they fight like hell...
When fighting against degenerate races, those who are least afraid of death are often the lower-class individuals whose status is equivalent to that of slaves.
Even at the beginning of the battle with Dark, Urnot and others, all the lower-level fallen races actually rushed to them under intensive artillery fire.
Then he was chopped to death with an axe...
But after becoming a high-level official, especially one who has the final say and becomes a leader...
The stronger he is, the more timid he becomes. Even those "Cyclops" with brains full of muscles cannot recognize his face.
Looking at Urnot with his thick eyebrows, big eyes and fierce face, he actually has a lot of thoughts in his mind...
After collecting his thoughts, Colin looked at him and said, "Next, I need you to take down more enemies at a lower cost. The smaller the number of casualties, the better..."
"Yes, my Lord."
The "Floating Island" landing operation has begun...