The sudden addition of my personal army rumbled the entire fight. My mixed army was already much superior to those small bones, even most of my army needed only to stamp over them by their feet and hooves to shatter them to pieces.
I wasn't thrilled by this, yet this was something to feel comfort about. At least my enemy didn't have any alarming army.
The more we ran to the front, the more bones were shattered. In the middle of this charge, my army of monsters rallied around me, and my army swelled suddenly from two hundred to a few thousands in mere minutes.
This made the momentum I had not easily shaken! I had my eyes fixed on a certain direction, the necromancers! I wanted them, I badly wanted these one-man army!
The more we approached them, the denser the bones we met. Yet our momentum was unstoppable, and no bone creature even rivaled any of my personal army's strength so far.
Yet they slowed us down!
