Looking at the hundreds of Dust Naga corpses scattered across the staircase, Thoren creased his brow slightly. Blood still flowed slowly through the stone steps while shattered flesh and broken bones remained piled everywhere.
"Now that I am poor, I cannot afford to be picky," he thought inwardly.
Without hesitation, he commanded the undead servants to begin gathering the Dust Naga corpses immediately.
He intended to sell every single one of them through the Abyssal Market.
Back when he still possessed abundant wealth, he had been too lazy to bother collecting and selling beast corpses personally. To him, such profits had once seemed insignificant.
Now, however, things have changed completely.
He no longer possessed the luxury of wasting resources.
The only reason he had managed to reverse the battle earlier was because he equipped his undead servants with Peak Bronze grade shields. Without those shields, the Dust Naga horde would have overwhelmed him eventually.
