However, after this success, Anthea once again furrowed her brow.
The vitality of those zombie creatures was too terrifying!
She witnessed a zombie, with its heart pierced through, being thrown out. After struggling on the ground for a moment, it stood up again and rejoined the battlefield!
Such terrifying vitality!
What kind of potion had this undead taken to become so formidable?
The opportunity for contemplation was fleeting. Anthea dared not be distracted. She quickly rallied the heavy-armored knights to fall back and organize the next assault.
With the experience of two consecutive successful charges, the heavy-armored knights, taking advantage of the disrupted zombie formation, retreated promptly after the charge, fearing being entangled by the zombies again.
Huh?
Why were there fewer people?
