South of Gray Hill.
Five thousand human soldiers stood in neat formation, their morale soaring.
A thousand elves with fair skin and beautiful features possessed a unique air. Dressed in cool leaf garments, they constantly drew furtive glances from the humans.
A thousand filthy beastmen and five hundred demons stood together in disarray, as though they had just crawled out of the mud. Every so often, they whistled at the elves.
Eight young red dragons gathered together, lying on the ground as they rested and chatted, looking down on the other races.
The allied army's supreme commander, Li Xia, received the scouts' report and was delighted. Everything was just as the Great Instructor had predicted. He then convened the final pre-battle meeting and, following Suye's guidance, arranged the tactics.
The elves were arrogant, the beastmen and demons chaotic, and the red dragons even more arrogant than the elves. Fortunately, they knew they were serving a god and participated seriously in the meeting.
After the meeting ended, the army rested. In the dead of night, the entire army set out.
Only the red dragons remained hidden in Gray Hill, waiting for the signal for the general assault.
Two hours later, Skeleton Birds fled desperately in the distance. Their hollow leg bones, riddled with holes, emitted mournful Bone Flute sounds.
The five-race allied army acted as though it had heard nothing and continued onward.
When they reached a point fifty kilometers from the Undead city, the sun began to rise.
Under the bright sun, not a trace of greenery could be seen. Instead, there were only charred, withered trees, dark-gray earth, and filthy rivers.
A thick stench churned through the air, and some people even vomited nonstop.
The five-race allied army continued forward, eventually stopping ten kilometers from the Undead city. It