Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
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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