"Die already! You monster!" One of the Explorers wielding a sword yelled as he dug his blade into the skull of the undead.
"G-Geaaah~"
Seeing the last of the undead falling motionlessly to the ground, he showed his sword to his side while falling to his knees to take a breath.
Such a sight was everywhere to be seen in the tower front gate.
Together with the corpses of the skull wolves who either had their heads cut off or their skulls blandly destroyed completely in the ground. There were Explorers who sat tired to the ground to catch their breath while all the others looked vigilant at their surroundings.
So that if they were any more undead to pop up from the ground, they will be ready to react unlike how they were a moment ago.
Herald who was the same, yelled at one of the Explorers to come to him.
"What is it, Herald?" The one asked.
"Tell me... How many of us died?"
