the call to arms, advance.

" Yes.

Several orc messengers scattered instantly, racing in different directions as they shouted, "Drum the call to arms.

Advance!" The sound of drums thundered, "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Drummers dispersed throughout the undead ranks struck their massive drums.

The deep resonant beats echoed across the undead formation.

A grayish white glow spread with the sound of the drums enveloping all the undead troops.

Unit vadams type ward drum ability.

All attributes five body reconstruction.

Body reconstruction under the aura.

When the skeletal soldiers suffer damage, they will automatically seek out the body parts of fallen comrades to replace their own.

With the war drums silenced, the infantry charged forth.

The wind howled like a tempest.

Arrows rained down over the army, blanketing the skies above the city like a net of iron.

Chapter 374.

The sacred mountain of Cao.

A relentless barrage of arrows descended like a vast dark net, whistling ominously as it enveloped the trolls above.

The trolls, gazing skyward, were overtaken by an uncontrollable terror.

The recently assembled trolls descended into chaos once more, scattering in frantic search of cover.

Those unable to evade the onslaught simply lay prone, shielding themselves beneath the corpses of their fallen comrades.

With a cacophony of sounds, the arrows rained down, striking the ground.

The walls and the bodies of trolls caught off guard.

Beneath the city walls, the rhythm of the undead war drums intensified, heralding the advance of the skeletal army.

Shadows of skeletal warriors darted beneath the protective turtle shell formations of the trolls.

Ladders were propped against the city walls, and the skeletal soldiers began their ascent.

An ever growing tide of the undead attempted to pile upon one another, climbing over the bodies of their kin to reach the battlements.

On the walls, the trolls beheld the unfolding scene, their hearts brimming with dread and helplessness.

Could they withstand such a horde of the undead? Even if they stood their ground to fight, exhaustion would soon claim them.

Quickly fire the dragon crossbows downward toward the densest clusters.

Biojet bellowed, issuing commands with urgency.

The day's trolls snapped back to reality, raising their shields to deflect the relentless rain of arrows.

They adjusted the dragon crossbows, readying them for a counterattack.

Clack, clack, clack.

The machinery of the crossbows word to life.

locking onto the surging mass of undead.

With a resounding thud, a three-meter long bolt was launched, striking the heart of the undead throng.

An explosion erupted as earth and stone flew apart, instantly obliterating sways of the undead.

Bones scattering in all directions.

The hastily constructed piles of skeletons collapsed, tumbling down the walls.

One resilient skeletal warrior, despite the loss of its legs, lifted its head.

Using its arms, it scured about, hastily attaching two random legs it found and resumed its assault.

With a clatter, more and more undead rows, piecing together their bodies with reckless abandon, even swapping heads to continue the fight.

Boom! Boom! Boom! One after another, dragon bolts were unleashed from the walls, desperately attempting to halt the undead's advance.

Yet, the sheer number of the undead was overwhelming.

Despite the formidable power of the bolts, their limited quantity rendered their impact minimal.

Before long, the first skeletal warrior reached the top of the wall.

Rotating its head, it charged at a nearby troll.

Bang! The troll swung its ax, sending the newly arrived skeleton hurtling back off the battlements.

However, one skeleton after another incessantly surged towards the city walls, lunging at the trolls at top them.

How could there be so many undead? By shattered the skeletons before him, cursing loudly.

He had heard from those who returned after the trolls last assaulted the necropolis that the number of the undead was considerable.

Yet, he had not taken it too seriously.

He had encountered the undead before, often in dark energy infused caverns where lowly skeletons easily shattered with a mere touch could be found.

Surely, how many could there be? 100,000, 200,000, 50,000 should suffice.

In his heart, he believed that their previous defeat was primarily due to Cow's incompetence.

However, the scene before him ignited a disquiting thought.

Could it be that the Bloody Mountains had long been dominated by the undead? With all living beings slain and transformed into skeletal wretches.

Otherwise, how could there be such a multitude of undead soldiers? How many lives must be extinguished to yield this many? The more he pondered, the more convinced he became of this grim reality.

It seemed there were no human villages outside, no thriving life.

All had been slain and turned into the undead.

Now the undead were once more assaulting the bloodied mountains.

Glancing down at the city walls, he observed that the eastern, western, and southern ramparts were already draped with skeletal soldiers crawling like swarms of insects.

Increasing numbers of undead clashed with the trolls.

Should this stalemate continue, the flanking walls would surely fall, leaving them trapped within the city.

Begets eyes blazed crimson.

His visage twisted with rage.

Just as he had seized this stronghold and taken Cowz's place, was he now to surrender? His heart brimmed with resentment.

By what are you waiting for? Retreat or we shall all perish here.

A troll leader bellowed.

By cast a glance of the trolls being beaten to death and then reluctantly at the chieftain as hall.

Ultimately, he gritted his teeth and commanded, "Take your kin.

We retreat through the northern gate.

Let have this place.

" Upon hearing beet's orders, all trolls began to withdraw.

No longer entangled with the undead.

With the trolls no longer obstructing their advance, the skeletal army surged into the city like a crashing tide.

Witnessing such a scene, the retreating trolls were engulfed by despair.

They turned and fled recklessly towards the northern city creek.

The walls were breached and a heavy city gates swung open.

More undead poured into the stronghold.

Behind the undead, hey Jing stroed into the city.

My lord, there's still some trolls fleeing towards the northern gate.

It seems they intend to abandon the city, a werewolf reported.

Running on all fours.

How many remain? Not many.

Perhaps a few tens of thousands.

Hey Jing surveyed the northern direction and coldly commanded.

Send the skeletal bat legion to pursue and eliminate them.

As soon as Hi Jing<unk>s words fell, a cacophony erupted.

A dense swarm of skeletal bats ascended into the sky.

Pursuing a northerly direction, the trolls, akin to fleeing soldiers, discarded their armaments and hastily retreated towards the northern city gate.

In the daylight, they had recklessly attempted to breach the city.

Yet now they yearned to sprout wings and escape from this infernal realm.

As they ran, one troll glanced at a passing building and exclaimed, "Chieft, our injured kin are still left behind.

" Many trolls had sustained grievous wounds under the relentless bombardment confined within a structure.

Now in their flight, would these warriors not be left to meet their demise? Upon hearing these words, By blazed crimson, his expression contorted with anguish.

He turned to behold the ceaseless tide of the skeletal army surging into the city and gritted his teeth, declaring, "We must go.

There is no other option.

We must survive to convey the news to our tribe, for we cannot carry them with us.

We will live to avenge them.

The undead forces were overwhelming and compounded by the relentless attrition.