The string of flares like tiny suns emerging and fading away almost instantly, leaving large holes in the ground. However, the holes were quickly replenished with the Undead Creatures swarming forward like a colony of ants. Although they had lost a substantial amount of fighting strength, they had no intentions of backing off at all!
"Attack! Advance!"
Rairhan pointed his sword at the majestic Fortress. The spiritual flames in his eyes shone brighter. Even though this battlefield situation was out of his expectations, he didn't cower. Since the ambush has failed, we should force our way through! That's the battle style of the Undead Army!
Indeed, the magic arrows had stunned Rairhan, but so what? Magic Arrows were extremely precious, so how many could that young man possibly have in his arsenal?
Rairhan had 30,000 troops and they had only lost less than one-fifth of them! How many more magic arrows would that young man have to destroy all of them?
