Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 320: Fate is a Cycle
Wagner pulled the reins to stop his horse, removed his helmet, and exhaled.
His hair was damp with sweat, and the lining inside his armor felt a bit sticky.
Seeing Wagner take off his helmet, the soldiers followed suit, pushing up their visors and loosening the helmet straps to expose their overheated heads.
Wagner surveyed the soldiers; aside from a few who usually couldn't keep up with training that were panting now, the rest still seemed to be in decent shape.
However… Even if the men were fine, the horses weren't.
The eighth month's sun was scorching, and with the frequent skirmishes without sufficient rest in between, even the sturdy and climate-adaptable lizard horses couldn't endure such exertion.
Wagner soothed his somewhat anxious mount by patting it on the neck while, at the same time, making sure to keep tabs on his surroundings.
Less than a hundred meters away, on the road leading to Weisshem, about a hundred undead were scattered around the fields on both sides of the road, glaring at them.
Wagner furrowed his brow. This batch of undead that was blocking the road was more crafty than the previous two. The recent charges of their cavalry hadn't produced any significant results.
Not only that, but there were even skeleton mages among these undead that would discreetly cast dark magic while hiding among the undead swathe. Just a moment ago, a soldier's horse was hit by a slowing spell and was lagging behind. If Wagner hadn't noticed the danger and swiftly turned to do a rescue, the soldier would have been dragged away by the swarming undead.
The attacks of the undead didn't pose much threat to even the horses clad in iron armor. It was only the appearance of skeleton mages that truly made Wagner wary.
Did Charlie Rex send these undead to keep us outside Weisshem? Wagner pondered over the peculiar circumstances. Is this illegitimate bastard really aiming to go against the Bartalis family? Or does Weisshem harbor some secrets that they don't wish for us to discover?
At this point, Wagner had the
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