Lucen sighed when he heard the reports. He had expected it to happen, but it was still irritating for it to happen.
'To think those fools would actually do the cliché of not reporting the situation, trying to get as much glory as possible. Well, it is much better than I expected since there were also quite a few that remained steadfast and reported their situations the moment the undead attacked.'
Lucen was now looking at a map. Small markers had been placed over every town and village within the suspected area.
The black markers represented settlements that had been attacked. Red markers showed the defensive lines that had fallen, while white markers represented the places that had managed to repel the first wave.
He used the information he gained and, based on the timing of each report and their locations, Lucen now had a rough guess as to where the Lich's main hideout was located.
