The Undead army moving right now was humongous in number.
Their advance were slow and they did not know the terrain well enough to camouflage their movement.
Even so if they prepared well it would have been possible for the Furgol Kingdom to be aware of their advance much later.
They were not humans who would light a signal fire on top of a mountain when they noticed the enemy’s advance. By hunting the scouts as fast as possible so they won’t be any survivors left, the Furgol Kingdom might not have noticed.
Letting the survivors go was something that would have never happened under Weed’s watch.
Even if the search parties weren’t that strong, once the war began they would be facing them again in the fortress.
There was no need to increase the number of enemies.
Hunting them when you can and wiping out everything, that was Weed’s method.
‘Whatever, they can manage by themselves.’
Weed just kept on following them silently.
Necromancers were competing among themselves to be the best, so the rivalry and jealousy was beyond normal.
It wasn’t a favourable time to join in and the majority of the force here were Undeads led by the Necromancers.
‘Compared to overall composition of the Undead, I am on the weak side.’
Being constantly observed by Furgol search parties, they arrived at the location of the fortress.
The Fortress wall were stacked with bricks made by baked mud, and it was situated on a steep slope making it very difficult for the Undead to climb up.
Furgol soldiers were already preparing for battle on top of the walls.
When the battle began it became clear which side was stronger.
Jeanne stopped her meditation and opened her eyes.
“Undead armies, attack!”
Following the command of the Necromancers the Undeads ran forward.
Skeletons, ghouls, zombies, Dullahans and Death Knights!
Weed’s army followed after the Undeads but never went up to the front.
It was because Weed ordered them to not fight and wait.
It’s was easy to revive Undeads but when they were revived, all the abilities developed till then would disappear.
He had to prevent losing his forces in a reconnoitring skirmish!
The arrows shot by Furgols rained down on the Undeads.
A small portion of Undeads with low life such as the Skeletons died but the rest arrived at a narrow corner leading up to the fortress.
“Kiyauu!”
“Advance!”