The earth shook, and dark green arms reached out from the rolling soil.
With the wails of the undead, zombies crawled out of the muddy ground one after another.
They wailed, stood up, and staggered toward the city wall.
The arrows from the guardian army's arrows on the city wall landed on the zombies, but they seemed to deal no damage. The zombies simply ignored the arrows and continued to walk forward.
A layer of cold sweat appeared on Chadwick's forehead, and his previous agitation gradually subsided. Instead, an unspeakable fear of the undead creatures rose in his heart.
"Retreat! Hurry up! Retreat! Let's give up on the city! Retreat!"
Soon, as the Empire's armies left, the battle on the city wall gradually stopped.
Mo Jiawei led the players up the city wall, drew a flag, and stuck it on the top of the city wall.
"Hehe, it's a piece of cake."
