Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
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
"It's already dark."
Wagner looked up at the sky, quietly touching his cuckoo flower lapel badge. He forced himself to stand up and, as per Yang's request, shouted to the disorganized undead who were doing their own things, "Undead friends, it's time for battle! Please assist—"
"Finally, it's starting!"
"Charge!"
"Yah-hoo~"
The scattered undead all around jumped up and down like springs as they ran joyfully toward Lakeside Village like exuberant wild horses.
The veins on Wagner's forehead were on the verge of bursting. "—Stop right there!"
The undead lagging behind were already several dozen yards away, and none of them paid any attention to Wagner, who was left behind.
Wagner sucked in sharply…
Indeed, he shouldn't have expected anything from these undead bastards!!
A black-faced Wagner glanced at his own men and roared through gritted teeth, "Form up!"
When Wagner, with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, led the soldiers to the vicinity of Lakeside Village, he was astonished to find that the undead hadn't rushed into the enemy ranks and caused chaos. Instead, they gathered and formed up properly in the cornfield outside the village.
However, the situation wasn't much better than the worst-case scenario Wagner had anticipated.
The cornfield where the undead were gathering and forming noisily was less than 200 meters away from the village.
Between the cornfield and the village, on the compacted yellow soil used for drying grain, there was a temporary camp surrounded by wagons drawn by huge six-legged lizards.
Around the blazing campfire, numerous armed mercenaries and caravan guards were staring in astonishment at the cornfield less than a hundred meters away.
Wagner felt the urge to puke blood again—apparently, these undead were drawing up their tactics and formations in front of the enemy as if it were a usual tradition!
So… what was the point of Yang telling them to attack at night? Did he have no idea what his undead were like?!
These undead clearly didn't care if they were revealed to the
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