The mighty army was arrayed before the Blood River Fortress.
Bayer frowned as he looked at the "army" before him, unable to resist doubting his own military expertise.
Bayer found that he couldn't make sense of these oddly shaped forces; it was difficult to determine their specific uses just by their appearances.
Scouts always need to be sufficiently flexible, sufficiently hidden, and fast; assault troops always need to be numerous and strong-bodied; functional troops may look bizarre, but you can usually guess their purposes at a glance.
Yet these undead... Bayer felt that he couldn't understand them.
At a glance, apart from those flying skeleton battleships that presumably combined scouting and air-to-ground attack capabilities, he really couldn't comprehend the other bizarre entities.
That giant zombie with numerous legs, moving slowly, without any weapons, just a huge box on its back.
