"Open the castle gates, prepare for the charge!"
Fang Zhou's voice resonated once again through the skies.
On the distant Mage Tower, a white light flashed rapidly before turning blood-red. This was the signal to attack.
The strongmen guarding the gates immediately sprang into action. They used all their might to turn the winch, and the heavy steel gates slowly began to open.
Accompanied by the harsh sound of grinding metal, a path to victory appeared before everyone.
The gate actually opened?
In the sky, Vladimir hovered, at a complete loss. The two emerald sparks in his eye sockets suddenly erupted with a dazzling light.
His gaze was firmly fixed below. The castle gates, once seemingly indestructible and eternal, were now slowly swinging open. Everything behind the walls was being exposed to the waiting Undead Army.
Vladimir could barely believe his eyes.
So easily, the enemy had bared their throat, as if inviting death's embrace.
