Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
December 4, 8 p.m., Earth time.
In OtherWorld time, it was three in the afternoon.
Charlie Rex led a contingent composed mainly of 120 Sokri mercenaries, supplemented by a dozen Weisshem Town Hall staff, 200 security squad personnel, and several orc volunteers. On arriving at Indahl's west gate, he immediately received the first batch of "prisoners of war" delivered by the undead.
Facing this group of half-naked men who began crying and begging for mercy at the sight of living beings, Rex couldn't even muster an expression. He maintained a facade of calm as he took the prisoners in and, as usual, disseminated the territory prestige and copper coins desired by the undead as rewards; without such incentives, these undead could be quite terrifying.
"Have they already started the fighting?" a baffled Mercenary Captain Kenn asked while glancing at the thirteen sturdy lizard horses brought along with the prisoners.
Those half-naked men didn't look like ordinary folk (it's rare to see anyone so well-fed among commoners), but Kenn was skeptical that these bunch were proper soldiers… The lizard horses couldn't be faked; this special military-use breed, with monster blood in their veins, wasn't something ordinary like horned horses. They were clearly mounts that even middle-class families in the city could hardly afford.
Local guide Wagner stood silently for a while, watching Rex assign the undead with tasks to set up camp and sending the chattering bunch off before he spoke up hesitantly, "The city's defense force's smallest combat unit consists of 50 cavalrymen, and they cannot leave camp without orders."
"Of course, these guys couldn't possibly be from the city defense force," Kenn dismissed. "Private soldiers, then?"
It was common for nobles to maintain family knights and private soldiers that usually possessed a certain level of combat effectiveness.
However, most nobles, if lacking a strong family head or having enjoyed too long a period of peace, would see their private soldiers become the first to deteriorate—it was
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