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Instead of mass-pitting, try building one cage and assigning everything you can to that cage. 
Make sure there are some extra cage traps near it, just in case an undead goblin breaks free at the last second.

adding on to that, build some fortifications between you and the zombies, then execute them via firing squad.

i had a roc fly past my entire fortress just to land on a cage trap on the other end of my fort.

their path finding is weird

i once had a forgotten beast made of melanite with toxic fumes that causes numbness and I'm assuming necrosis. basically on his way to my fortress, he killed like 5 of my dwarves, two of them children before having an epic showdown with a child. this child managed to survive a full MONTH with that bastard, because the beast only thought to choke his throat. the syndrome didn't even affect it. i didn't see any of the necrosis kick in.

when i sent my military down there to kill it, FOUR of my guys got necrosis. life's just not fair.

then i save scummed and got a fleshy crocodile that can shoot webs. (shot to death by marksdwarves).

i would off him in a way most dignified to a man of his status: magma trap in his tomb.

if you want to keep him, i suggest surrounding him with children

i don't think enemy archers can fight back against my fortifications. non accomplished archers can't shoot through fortfications unless they're one tile next to it, which is always true for my marksdwarves due to the design.

enemy elites can shoot from trenches and even with all the dodging i think they can still get a few shots off (which is not pleasant)

i'm also think about attack orders. if i move my markdwarves away from the fortications and then order them to kill the elite, will they get distracted by the other invaders?

my theory is that it's kind of like Valhalla up there.

Each day in the fortress of Splendid Roc, i reminiscent fondly about my times in the mountainhomes. i worked as a lowly adviser to duke peachbottom, whom in turn addressed the king. there was a lot of paperwork, occasionally fighting, but life went on as normal. break time was the best time. all dwarves strive for two: to be a great warrior, or a great blacksmith. Some say a legendary brewer is their dream, but us advisers scoffed at the idea. too mundane for the likes of us. even worse than paperwork i'd say.

anyways at breaktime, most of us would practice fighting. the guards would often lend us their weapons. and we would practice. we were good friends with the guards.they lend us their weapons, and we would persuade the duke to give them a little bonus, usually in the form of drinks or coin. peachbottom understands. "they work so hard to keep the peace" she'd say.

ironically it was not others who claimed us, but our own poor planning. the mountainhomes were never good for planting, and the few fields we have, though often low in yield, was sufficient to make all we need. recently there was a population boom, a vast amount of babies born. we mountain dwarves believe alcohol makes strong dwarves, and no right minded dwarf would call himself a dwarf unless he could back it up at the tavern. we fed our babies booze to make them strong. some say it's better than milk.

Peachbottom decreeed that a small group of citizens would settle in a more fertile country, where fields were plentiful for booze making. an exhibition group was to build a hamlet, where within a year or two more dwarves from the mountain homes would settle there.

this is where we are. the Splendid Roc. it is the first year. 6 months have passed. winter has arrived. and i am your leader.

And being very stupid doesn't make a dwarf 'worst', it makes them maximum dwarfy.

OK. what is your definition for worst dwarf then?