The figure who steadily marched forward was persistent, facing the gale and torrential rain alongside the tide of corpses, his sword, and armor that were once gleaming with gold now entangled with broken limbs and tatters, betraying the exhaustion from the bitter fight.
"Kill!" There was a roar of anger.
"For the Lord!"
Ultimately, Lance and the others couldn't just stand by and watch their lord march forward alone. Their code as soldiers reminded them that protecting the lord they served was of utmost importance.
Even if the city fell, their lord must not come to harm.
So the Undead of Cazhen Town who had been stripped of their armor and weapons looked at one red name after another lighting up, swallowing their saliva with difficulty.
If you guys had said you were this badass from the start, we wouldn't have bothered coming.
