The moss-covered city was swarming with rotten undead. In fact, even the undead soldiers themselves were covered in a thick layer of moss. They lay in grass, wilted trees and rubbles, and it looked like they hadn’t moved a bone for centuries. The only reason they were still alive was because their powerful undead soul spark was sustaining them.

Pitiful fellows. Undeads are immortal, but what does it matter if it came at the cost of one’s soul?

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"We need a different plan. There are too many guards in this place!"

Cloudway stared at the sea of undead on the ground with a deep frown on his face. "We’re already vastly outnumbered by the enemy, but I also spot Lich Kings here and there. I’ve witnessed their power myself, and I can tell that not even our best mages are strong enough to fight them. We will be routed if we continue like this."

I looked at black-robed mages in groups of three standing behind the palace lamps. Their horrifying faces was all I needed to see to identify them...