Rhode observed the black figures from the high cliff. Even though they were as small as sand, Rhode wasn't as short-sighted as ordinary humans after transcending into the Legendary Stage. He quickly recognized their formation.
Just as he had predicted, the pitch-black, shriveled Ghouls and Skeleton Cavalrymen were the main scouts. They were led by a Death Knight in pitch-black armor and a human-like figure clad in tattered black robe stood in the middle amongst the Skeleton Cavalrymen. Even though Rhode couldn't see the figure's appearance clearly, it was apparent from the white staff that it was a spellcaster. Four translucent spiritual creatures drifted around it and they were the most common scouts in the Undead Army—Specters. These convenient creatures were the favorites of the Undead Army.
"How strange…"
Frederick knitted his brows and put away the monocular in his hand. He patted his head dubiously.
"Strange? What's strange?"
