Chapter 787: Chapter 529, Rune’s Death_3
Outside the city walls.
The land was scarred, with dense, deep pits left by shells in the distance.
At the edge of the city wall, skeletons and debris had formed a slope more than ten meters high.
The oil had been depleted, and the dwarves had doused the city walls with a layer of cold water.
After freezing, the slippery surface obstructed the Undead’s climbing.
A shell exploded at the edge of the city wall.
Dwarf General Frederick, dusted off the pebbles from his body.
Looking down along the city wall, his gaze became sharper and colder.
The Undead outside the city started to move.
The attacking Undead increased in number, and various equipment had reentered the battlefield.
A major offensive was imminent.
“Quickly, send word, have all the other legions come and defend. The enemy is launching a full-scale attack, bring the equipment from the warehouse too.” Frederick shouted.
A dwarf standing beside him, listened intently.
Surrounded by the roar of the shells, he memorized the general’s orders.
“Yes, General.” He said, then turned around and ran away.
Just as this man left.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!
A piercing noise echoed in the air.
Three flares were suddenly shot towards the sky.
As the flares exploded in midair, the dense fog overhead cleared up instantaneously, and the orange glow illuminated the night sky.
Sure enough, descending from the mist, were the Bone Dragons flying rapidly, and attached to them were clusters of skeleton bats.
Bullets, anti-air crossbow arrows flew towards the sky.
The dense bullets, like a giant net, went up to trap the invaders.
In an instant, the bodies of the skeleton bats plummeted from the sky.
But more skeleton bats immediately took flight.
Like a dark storm cloud sweeping down from the heavens, the bats rushed towards the city wall below.
The scene was incredibly shocking.
Frederick turned pale; the Undead had gone mad, attacking at great cost.
A large swarm of bats flew into the city wall and began to rip, bite, and eat the dwarves.
Meanwhile, the Bone Dragons in the sky were circling, readying their Dragon Breath at any moment.
“Hold on, reinforcements from the other legions will arrive soon, all of you hold on.” Frederick shouted loudly, encouraging his soldiers.
As his voice fell, a howl echoed in the sky once again.
A barrage of arrows rained down.
A large number of dwarves were hit and groaned in pain.
The black magic bullets were launched again; drawing an arc in the sky, they blotted out the firmament as if sealing off the sky.
They detonated over the city wall from afar.
The dwarves who had not yet left again were bombarded.
Bodies and equipment were flung high into the air, negative energy filled this dwarf formation.
Acting like lunatics, the Undead initiated an all-out attack.
Bone fragments continued to fall from the sky, and the skeletons swarmed to the base of the city wall, stepping over each other, crowding and beginning to ascend.
Wave after wave of dwarves clambered up only to perish.
Each wave of fallen dwarves was replaced by another, exploiting any tiny gaps to resist the undead onslaught.
But there remained a glimmer of hope in the dwarves’ hearts.
Reinforcements—only if the rest of the people, currently off duty, returned would they stand a chance of holding the city wall.
However, time was ticking away.
The Undead’s golden staircase appeared once again, but the dwarves were too few to resist a large-scale onslaught now.
Frederick kept glancing back, his eyes filled with anxiety.
This is when he finally saw the soldier who had gone down to deliver the order.
He came running over with just a thousand men.
A sense of dread filled Frederick’s heart, he asked, “Where are the others? What happened?”
The soldier’s face was grim. He pulled Frederick aside and said, “General, King Rune was assassinated and cannot be resurrected at the altar. Many ministers in the city have fled, and we can’t find the quartermaster. I could only gather this many men.”
Frederick felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.
Rune was dead, and the others had fled.
While his men were fighting desperately at the front, those at the back had already escaped.
“Damn those useless fools.” Frederick cursed loudly.
He glanced back at his soldiers; his eyes reflected a hint of confusion.
What should he do now?
Frederick looked back at the soldier beside him and ordered, “You, take your men and burn the quartermaster’s repository and the warehouse immediately. Leave no piece of paper behind.”