The End of Kant's Patience
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The thick and heavy city gates were slammed shut, and the undead were completely blocked outside.
The noise persisted.
The knocking on the door was like a ghostly cry.
However, no one cared. After such a long battle, they all wanted to rest.
In other words, they had already been used to the continuous knocking for the past two days and two nights. Other than the archers who were still on guard, no one would even look down at the skeletons below.
Even the Swadian footman who had just gone through a tough battle sat on the ground and rested with a calm expression on their faces.
Occasionally, they would laugh and talk about their heroic fighting methods.
This battle was not considered too harsh.
Perhaps to the light infantry, it was just a little tense.