Aldred had 50 undead with him. 49 undead were at the copper rank, while one undead was at the silver rank. Swarmed by them from all sides, Milet had a hard time fighting them.
He slashed at the ogre's head, turning it into mist of shadows, but not a second passed, and the head returned. Their regenerative ability was a pain in the butt hole.
Aldred, Bartrem, Mareona, and Pongo smiled. They slipped through the ranks of the undead and occasionally attacked the Gold Rank spearman. Whenever they retreated, the silver rank undead would cover for them.
Milet was angered. Although the undead couldn't hurt him with their attacks, he still needed to put some effort to knock them away. But after a few minutes of fighting, he found a weakness. The undead were less intelligent than normal humans, and they did not care if they would get hurt or not. But they also did not know that their true goal was not to attack him but to protect their master.