In this world's understanding, living creatures and the undead are natural enemies.
Even though living creatures differ in morals and races, their attitudes towards the undead are surprisingly unified.
Upon encounter, it basically evolves into a life-or-death situation.
Even if these undead's targets are not themselves, such a huge army could trample a city as they pass through.
"My lord, what should we do?" A subordinate propped him up, asking with a trembling voice.
The lord's legs were still wobbling, "What else can we do—we notify everyone to exit from the side door."
Just as the soldier prepared to notify everyone to leave.
In the sky, several white bone dragons roared past, exuding an oppressive aura.
The lord who just stood up, collapsed once again.
Drawing out time this way, the undead army has already closed in on their city.
Opening the city gates at this point would be even more dangerous.
Escape was no longer an option.
