Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 19

As practice has shown - destroying thirty thousand zombies was possible for the Servants. Each Servant could destroy several thousand of the dead without the use of a Phantasm. However, the wyverns were still opponents of a higher class.

For Ainz, the wyvern will always remain an ordinary mob of the early levels - however, in the new world where he was now, the wyverns still remained one of the subspecies of dragons. Weak and unreasonable, but a real dragon. Any Servant could easily defeat one or two, but against ten, many Servants would be in a somewhat tough spot. If there were more than a hundred for each Servant, then even in their full-fledged strength few of them could destroy them all. Perhaps if Arthuria had successfully used her Excalibur, Medusa had used her main Phantasm and Cu Chulainn had used his second one, then any one of them could destroy a hundred wyverns. But none of them could destroy a whole thousand.

Apart from Ainz, of course, since he could not pay attention to all the attacks, and just dispose of them with his bare hands - but Ainz, even if he had the opportunity to destroy a thousand winged lizards, was clearly not happy.

"What a hassle ..." - the mage shook his head - "I need spells allowing me to cover an area of several kilometers... They are too high a rank for me to use it in the current body."

"Are you kidding me?" - Cu Chulainn swore while leaning on his staff. Ainz could have tried to restore his Servants' energy if he had opened access to his mana reserves, but even so it would not be enough to give them enough power to destroy a thousand wyverns, "We just got rid of all their problems - and here we are again!"

Ainz frowned - the situation did not look unequivocally bad, because none of the Servants were in immediate danger of death - but it still clearly did not look good. The previous long battle exhausted the Servants and the new battle clearly would not do them good.

In this case, Ainz had only one decision to make.

"We are retreating" he concluded, and, with a clear conscience, set off.

"Huh?" - having heard him, Jeanne turned to Ainz, - "What?"

"I said we will retreat," the lich shrugged calmly, "A battle with a thousand wyverns, no matter how weak they are, is not a necessity in the current conditions. So - we will retreat."

Jeanne blinked several times, as if not fully understanding what was said, as if the simple thought that someone could retreat from the battle was incredible to her.

"But..." the girl obviously wanted to argue with what was said, but she could not. What did she have to say? She did not like to fight. She did not want to fight. She had nothing to protect in this city that had already been destroyed by a horde of zombies. What could she say to a necromancer? That she could not retreat because she thought it was wrong? That she did think she should fight a horde of dragons?

"So, we are running away with our tails between our legs," - Cu Chulainn sighed, leaning on his staff, - "I can not say that I did not expect this or that I am glad about it, but there is no choice. A second battle is not something we can do right now."

"A retreat is as valid a military tactic as an attack," Arthuria shook her head at Cu Chulainn's words, "I don't see anything shameful about this."

"What a strange statement for the King of Knights," sighed Cu Chulainn, and then turned away, "Oh well. We saved a couple of people, checked the city, saw the cruelty of the resurrected Jeanne, and fought a little. I think this is a good result."

With this conclusion it was really difficult to argue, because of that, Jeanne took a step back, after which she looked down, - "Yes ... Apparently, yes."