Some were responsible for applying special magical pigments, making the fur easier to process in the following period of time.
Some were responsible for writing and drawing with specially made brushes. Each monk was specifically responsible for one stroke.
Each person makes a stroke, and after several procedures, a complete talisman appears. In addition, there are many follow-up processes, such as filtering out failed products…
Of course, the reason it went so smoothly was because the Light Talisman itself was too simple!
It's really not complicated at all. You know, in the main world, these simple talismans are just the daily homework of novice Taoist disciples. Although the systems are different, it's really not difficult for these second-tier mages.
"Now, these mages are quite skilled, and they work very quickly. In addition, there are many of them, so the three production lines have never stopped, and the output is quite substantial," Lin Yang said with a smile.
Seeing this, Kael'thas readily agreed and asked, "Oh, so what is the daily production?"
"Yes, thanks to the abundance of raw materials, each production line can produce more than twenty talismans per minute. With three production lines operating continuously, they can produce a total of one hundred thousand talismans every day."
Hiss! Despite being somewhat prepared, Arthas still couldn't help but gasp. One hundred thousand! That meant that with this production line, the Blood Elves could simply bury these skeletons in money!
"I wonder how much this production line is worth? I'm willing to offer ten thousand qualified magical equipment!"
Ten thousand pieces of Tier 2 magical equipment, how much would that cost? You know, so-called magical equipment is actually similar to magical artifacts in the main world! Ten thousand Tier 2 magical artifacts, that's definitely a fortune, right?
"Hey, you're being too polite. The Scourge is a people's enemy, and it's my duty to fight them. Why are you talking about the price?"
"Twenty thousand pieces, plus five hundred pieces of fine magical equipment!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I came to help, but..."
"Thirty thousand pieces, plus a thousand pieces of fine magical equipment, and twenty legendary treasures."
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Chapter Twenty-Eight: I really want to try hunting down the protagonist!
Outside Silvermoon City, it was now the morning of the eighth day. Countless skeletons were once again summoned by the necromancers to fight for Arthas.
Like a tidal wave, the skeletons relentlessly assaulted Silvermoon City's defenses, constantly eroding the existing magical barrier.
On the battlefield, things were quite strange. The skeletons showed neither the cheers of victory nor the sorrow of defeat. Regardless of the outcome of the battle, they remained as silent as ever.
They are not afraid of death or pain, and morale can never affect them. This alone renders more than half of military strategies ineffective.
They will not go hungry or thirsty, and will never have to worry about food supplies. This advantage at least makes them immune to the other half of military strategies.
Truly, in Lin Yang's eyes, these skeletons were simply the best soldiers in the world. They obeyed commands completely, just like robots, which made him feel very reassured.
Silence, and more silence. For a moment, the entire battlefield was eerily quiet. Even the sounds of fighting were very low. It was like a silent movie, creating a somber atmosphere.
The skeletons remained silent. Even when their companions fell, they said nothing, but continued to stride forward.
Unlike humans, elves don't enjoy making a lot of noise. After experiencing so many ups and downs, the elves have long since become indifferent to life and death.
"In just seven days, the battle situation has changed so drastically, and it all started with nothing more than a small spell. It's unbelievable." Arthas frowned as he looked at Silvermoon City, which remained impregnable.
The same tactics, but compared to seven days ago, were worlds apart. And all this change was due to that small talisman of light.
"Judging from the situation, they must have mastered some method for mass-producing Light Talismans; otherwise, they couldn't possibly have so many!"
"In recent days, we have summoned another 700,000 undead on top of the previous 300,000. That makes a total of one million. Of these one million undead, 100,000 were killed or wounded by the reinforcements. In the siege over the past few days, we have lost 50,000 every day. So now, we only have a little over 500,000 left."
"More importantly, the nearby graves have been almost completely dug up. If the war continues like this, our replenishment will soon be on par with our consumption, or even gradually fall behind. At that point, the legion's strength will begin to decline."
Anyone here would find it very strange, for there is no one here except Arthas. The speaker is an urn containing ashes. More precisely, the voice is coming from within the urn.
This urn is quite magnificent, with excellent craftsmanship and high-quality materials. As for its previous owner, it was the legendary king Terenas Menethil II, the most skilled in political maneuvering among the seven human kingdoms, who was supposedly betrayed by his son.
This unfortunate king was not only killed by his own son Arthas, but he also could not find peace even in death.
His soul was absorbed into the cursed sword Frostmourne, while his body was placed in this urn. However, Arthas later stole the urn and used it to hold Kel'Thuzad's corpse.
Meanwhile, Kel'Thuzad's soul is also placed in the Ashbringer, awaiting resurrection!
“That’s right. At this moment, we do have the greatest advantage in terms of troop strength, and we can’t delay any longer!” Arthas said coldly.
This is actually a simple math problem. It's not very difficult; it's similar to the swimming pool problem in middle school textbooks. It's simply a matter of one pipe supplying water and another pipe pumping water out, and figuring out when the maximum value is reached.
“Indeed, Your Majesty, it is time,” Kel'Thuzad said respectfully.
Within the entire Scourge, only Kel'Thuzad can speak directly with Arthas. The rest, such as Darkan and even the future Mograine, are merely figures to be used but not trusted.
"Very well, go and gather the mages and arrange the troops. I will personally take action in a moment to break through Silvermoon City's defenses. Be quick!" Arthas said coldly.
As he spoke, Frostmourne in his hand emitted a pale blue glow. Even Kel'Thuzad, in his spirit form, felt a chill creep through him. Truly, Frostmourne lives up to its name!
Upon hearing this, he nodded and began casting a spell in his soul form. Waves of magical energy spread rapidly in a unique manner. The entire Scourge army mobilized once more.
This time, it wasn't a small operation, nor was it a mobilization of 100,000 or 200,000 troops. It was the mobilization of the remaining 500,000-plus troops all at once.
It's fair to say that when it comes to their own lives and possessions, people always unleash 200% of their energy. Even if Kel'Thuzad is already a spirit, it's not surprising.
After all, once Silvermoon City is breached and the Sunwell is reached, I can be resurrected and become the legendary Lich. As long as the Life Box remains intact, I will be immortal—how exhilarating that would be!
"What's wrong with these skeletons? Why are they suddenly making such a big move?" Kael'thas frowned as he looked at the Scourge army that had been suddenly mobilized.
This is really strange. You know, Silvermoon City is protected by an ancient magical barrier, so there are very few places that can be attacked.
All together, it's only about a hundred meters wide. With such a short distance, the difference between an army of ten thousand and one hundred thousand is negligible. Even if you mobilized an army of over five hundred thousand all at once, it wouldn't make a difference!
"Perhaps we've found a way to break the magical barrier? Could it be that there's another traitor among us?" Archmage Romans said excitedly.
The last time the magical barrier in Silvermoon Forest was destroyed, it was because of the betrayal of Darkan. Could it be that another traitor has appeared this time? Thinking of this, Romans subconsciously frowned.