The battle of the Undead Tribe ended very quickly.
Before they even returned, Hill knew the outcome was victory.
After all, the Undead Knights beneath his tower had already put down their shields and started dividing up territories. They were holding paintbrushes of various colors, marking out fan-shaped areas on the ground beneath the tower.
Hill glanced at their outermost boundary, and, with a flick of his finger, he dragged the remaining bones of Anbur's corpse to the bottom of the largest tree.
Hill saw 'Snow Cloud Peak,' and as a mage, he didn't rush over to hack at the boss. It seemed that in his eyes, the deity who ambushed Hill wasn't much of a big boss.
Compared to going back to fight monsters, the encampment needed him more.
He was sitting on the back seat of a Magical Beast elephant, observing the outermost boundary of the encampment, while his close companion, a fox, kept sniffing and muttering something to him.
