On the city wall, City Lord Joly looked at Reggie with disdain, wondering why the players of the Holy Court were so timid.
Weren't they just some low-level undead?
There were indeed a lot of them, about 20,000 to 30,000.
But so what?
The quantity alone could not make up for the lack of quality.
City Lord Joly looked at the zombies that had entered the range of the arrows and shouted, "Fire! Stop them!"
Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh...!
A dense rain of arrows rained down from the city wall!
Suddenly, a large number of zombie creatures were hit!
For a moment, the air was filled with the dull sound of rotten meat being pierced and the stench of zombies.
What was that?
City Lord Joly's pupils constricted. He was surprised to find that after a few rounds of arrow rain, the zombies were struck with arrows, but...
Not a single zombie fell!