At midnight, Rackel had just fallen asleep when the cries of battle outside jolted him awake.
They had only just arrived, and they were already eager to storm the city. Looks like another sleepless night!
After silently complaining, Rackel immediately got up and strode toward the command headquarters, showing no sign of panic.
It was not because he had an exceptionally strong mindset, but mainly because the enemy had trained him into this.
Because of their living environment, darkness had almost no effect on the Underworld Races.
Ever since they discovered that humans were poor at night combat, night raids had become a standard tactic of the Underworld Races.
Relying on nighttime operations, the Underworld Races had indeed gained considerable advantages in the early battles.
Affected by this, the Moxi Duchy army had no choice but to alter its schedule, dividing the soldiers into two rotating shifts.
Beneath the city walls, countless flashes of blades and shadows of swords filled the air. The black mass below was enough to make one shudder at a glance.
The first to attack were monsters with wolf heads. Judging purely by their builds, they bore some resemblance to the Silvermoon Wolf Tribe. Perhaps the two had once been close relatives.
However, they were far thinner, as though a gust of wind could knock them over.
Yet these frail bodies erupted with no less combat power.
They did not use ladders. The werewolves' claws were the best climbing tools, and even against sheer walls, they could cling to the surface.
Had the defenders not been experienced and constantly alert to movement beneath the walls, the enemy might have stolen the city from them.
To deal with sneak attacks by the Underworld Races, the defenders had even specially equipped magic lamps.
The instant the enemy launched