The Scourge army was even larger than imagined. As far as the eye could see, the land was almost completely covered by Scourge undead.
A rough estimate put their numbers at nearly one hundred thousand.
Commanding this army of Scourge undead were Acolytes in the black robes of the Cult of the Damned standing at the rear. It seemed that even though Kel'Thuzad, the founder of the Cult of the Damned, was dead, the cult still acted according to the will of their so-called master.
Besides the ordinary undead, Ghouls, and Abominations they had seen before, this Scourge army also had Gargoyles flying overhead like enormous bats.
And Scourge siege weapons specially deployed for attacking cities—Meat Wagons.
"Loose arrows!" Taelan Fordring, the young Lord Commander of Hearthglen, stood atop Hearthglen's walls and commanded its defending forces!
At Taelan Fordring's command, the human archers raised their longbows and fired arrows at the Scourge army below.
Archers were among the most common forces in a defense. They could often exploit the advantage of fortifications to inflict heavy casualties on the attackers.
But this time, their opponent was the Scourge army. The archers' arrows did not achieve their usual results.
"Holy Light above, can these undead not be killed?"
It was no wonder Taelan Fordring lamented so. Arrows were almost completely ineffective against the undead.
The undead were already dead, revived once more through necromantic magic. They did not possess the pain of the living, and their only weak point was the fire of their souls.
As long as an arrow did not pierce the head containing that soul fire, it had virtually no killing effect on an undead.
Some undead had been shot so full of arrows they resembled hedgehogs, yet their soul fires still had not gone out. Under the control