Battle of Camelot 8

A few miles away from the scene of destruction that Emery and Meave created, at the Brittania's greatest castle, Camelot Castle of the Logress Kingdom.

"Here they come!!"

King Arthur was standing on top of the great castle wall, watching ten thousand undeads marching closer to the castle slowly, but surely. The terrain was so overcrowded by those abominations that no gap was left open.

The living corpses encroached their reach upon the northern hills, as they ran and stumbled down toward the castle.

No apparent tactic, no intricate strategy. There was simply no trace of intelligence left in them. Most of them didn't even have weapons in hand. They were just like wounded, crazed beasts, who moved unconcerned with everything in their path to kill all living things presented in front of them.

"Galahad!" King Arthur shouted. "Prepare the fire arrows!!"