Watching the dark mass of the undead army approach, Tirion Fordring calmly waved his hand.
Dozens of Light Multiple Rocket Launchers atop the wall fired a volley, rapidly launching hundreds of rockets.
Whatever the enemy, blanketing them with rockets was never the wrong choice!
Rockets trailing long plumes descended from the sky, instantly erupting in dazzling light and heat.
The menacing undead army was blasted into a heap by the dense explosions.
However, undead creatures were highly resistant to firearms.
Damage that could easily blast a human to death was only a minor injury to them.
Soon, most of the undead creatures staggered to their feet.
But war had never been about killing enemy soldiers outright.
Many weapons were even designed to cripple the enemy.
So, by blasting off the undead creatures' arms and legs, these rockets had already fulfilled their purpose.
The undead creatures, battered and covered in wounds from the explosions, limped up the stairs to the wall.
The wall at the mountain pass was a practical structure, built purely to defend against attacks from outside, with almost no defenses facing inward.
There were therefore stairs leading up to the wall.
Some clutter had been placed on the stairs to obstruct the undead creatures' movements.
Ghouls dragged their mangled bodies up the stairs, delivering their heads right to the heavy infantry.
The heavy infantry easily blocked the ghouls' clawing with their shields, then swung those shields to knock them to the ground.
As short swords hacked into them again and again, the ghouls soon stopped moving.
Although dealing with them posed little pressure, the undead creatures' undying nature was still troublesome.
For a normal creature of flesh and blood, a single sword strike would have been fatal.
Even forest trolls merely healed their wounds quickly and could be