[This chapter has been revised]
"Woo—"
The sky was overcast, and the piercing sound of the horn echoed along the city walls. As the urgent calls mixed with the howls of the Monsters, everyone on the walls tensed.
"They're going to climb the walls! Bring out the explosive barrels, quick, throw the explosive barrels!"
The Undead army swarmed towards the city walls like mad ants, quickly piling up layers of white bones. The city guards, in a flurry, threw down barrels of explosives.
A continuous series of explosions roared, dirt and bone fragments flew, and the ladders the Undead had built were destroyed in an instant.
However, before the guards could cheer, more Monsters surged like a tide, forcing them to throw even more explosives.
"The quality of the fight is too low," the mercenaries scoffed at the guards.
Despite being reduced to a little over fifty, the mages of the Light Eagle Group had long since begun chanting Magic.
