They could always get strong undead, but without the leadership of the necromancers, all of the effort would be in vain." The sculptures and the army will protect Morata. Defense priests and paladins were the main defense
Weed relaxed. They could at least burn the undead. With hundreds of thousands of users going to Morata, the Northern continent would be the future of the trade network.
***
The Immortal Legion was less than a day away, and the Hermes guild grew weary. Even if they were going to Morata, the Immoral Legion was too close to them for comfort. Scouts from the guild roamed the streets, looking for information.
"Do you know if Weed is in Morata?"
"No news yet."
"If Weed did come, everyone would know."
"It's been two days, why hasn't the lord arrived?"
"Two days is ... It's barely any time, of course," they said, trying to convince themselves.
Last time they heard, Weed was traveling around the world creating works, so the Hermes guild was tasked with defeating the undead army.
Weed couldn't do anything because he was stuck fighting in the Immortal Legion.