A little flower wand extended from the Faerie Dragon carriage. As it traced a graceful white arc across the sky, a brilliant jasmine blossom bloomed overhead.
Vera's voice rang through the sky. "Set out, my warriors!"
Hill pressed his lips tightly together, afraid he might laugh. For someone his age, the words "my warriors" brought back memories that would never fade!
The Undead set out at her command.
The commotion caused by hundreds of thousands of Knights leaping from the twenty-meter-high Great Wall was tremendous, even with lightness spells cast on them. The God-Monsters fighting on the plain soon noticed the movement on Mount Alarim.
But the God-Monsters could never assemble as quickly as the Undead. By the time the Undead charged down from the heights, they had not even formed a line to intercept them. The Air Genasi and Fire Genasi beside them looked far too deserving of a beating for them to resist attacking each other.
When the God-Monsters finally realized the Undead were heading for Mill Forest rather than for them, some were already inclined to give up. There were so many Undead that they reminded them of the Elves who had filled the land and sky ten thousand years ago.
As long as their leaders were still around, they had nothing to fear. Besides, the forest was not their target, was it?
The stubborn ones had died beneath the Great Wall long ago. The Fire Genasi and Air Genasi rushed to opposite sides almost simultaneously, leaving the broad plain between them open.
Even when a few ragged Calimshans sprang from crevices between the rocks and ran into the ranks of the Undead, the God-Monsters thought of the far more numerous human slaves in their own territories and decided to let it go. Slaves who could not