The battlefield underwent an unimaginable transformation... The steel dragons, which Shaer had been vigilantly guarding against, fell into internal strife.
However, Shaer probably would rather face those dozens of dragons now.
She sat quietly in the chair, staring at the giant spider across the muddy pond... Tsk, have some guts and jump over here if you can!
What are you doing standing there stupidly?
The Undead Tribe didn't come in large numbers, but there were a few hundred riding on even larger wild boars that charged over.
They were expressionless, no, their expressions were fixed in the same mode... Shaer recalled William saying that it's when the undead tribe suppresses their sensory nerves to the lowest level.
Probably even what they see in front of them becomes a blur.
It's really... enviable in a rare way!
Shaer quietly put on the hood of her Night Cloak and added a black velvet veil over her face... Thanks to Villon, she remembered that veils don't have to be silk.
