Chapter-201
The battle raged on, the clash between the valiant soldiers and the relentless zombie horde intensifying with each passing moment. Arthur's commanding voice echoed through the chaos as he rallied his troops.
"Soldiers, charge!" his voice thundered across the battlefield, resolute and unwavering.
With swords firmly gripped in their hands, the warriors surged forward, a wave of determined resolve crashing upon the sea of undead before them. The mages in the rear lines unleashed their potent spells, arcane energies colliding with the relentless advance of the zombies.
Steel clashed against rotting flesh as the soldiers engaged the undead in brutal combat. But amidst the chaos, a startling realization emerged - not all zombies were created equal. Some fell with ease, their decaying bodies no match for the skill and precision of the soldiers' strikes. Yet, there were others, tougher and more resilient, their decomposed flesh resistant to the blades.