Although there were few second- and third-tier Dark Creatures among the hundreds of them—only a little over twenty in total—even the Skeleton Soldiers were terrifying.
They needed no climbing tools at all to scale the city walls directly.
From last night's battle until noon today, Boris had already lost eighteen sturdy serfs and one full-fledged guard.
Yet they had only killed a little over fifty Dark Creatures.
And that was only because those Dark Creatures had gathered gradually throughout the night.
By today, all the Dark Creatures across the territory had finished gathering, and the pressure on the castle's defenses had surged dramatically.
Moreover, the castle gates below had begun to shake under the repeated impacts of the Headless Knights and Death Knights.
After a sleepless night of intense battle, the guards' fighting strength had also been greatly diminished.
With one side waning while the other grew stronger, Boris felt certain he would not hold out until the day the Dark Creatures vanished.
The Dark Creatures below were still brimming with vigor. The slightest lapse in the castle's defenses would probably lead to its immediate fall.
"God of Glory! Have pity on my Black Rock Family! Who can come and save me?!" Boris was on the verge of tears. Had he known, he would have fled to Nalant's place.
Er, no, that wasn't right. Nalant's place was the Land of Misfortune. There might be even more Dark Creatures there than here.
Though that fellow's subordinates were very strong in battle, Boris was still somewhat worried.
If he had known, he should have fled to Tulip City. With the Count and the Tulip Knight Order there, they could hold back however many Dark Creatures came.
"Ah, they've charged up!" Just as Boris was drowning in regret, another cry of alarm rang