Chapter 120.2: You Thought It Was A Physical Attack?
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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 120.2: You Thought It Was A Physical Attack?

"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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