Goro Tsuitsui stood at the edge of the battlefield and inhaled deeply.
"Smells disgusting," he said with a light frown.
Despite knowing that the enemy leaders had noticed him, he did not care. He was languid as ever. So what if they spotted him? What were they going to do? Attack him?
What a joke.
He turned to his left and watched the thousands of undead try to break through the city's defenses. Just watching those ugly things put him in a sour mood.
"Jiangshi," he muttered darkly.
There had been cases of such creatures appearing in the lands governed by the Unorthodox Faction several years ago. But these creatures disappeared just as abruptly as they had appeared.
Goro felt a natural aversion toward the undead horde. It was a surreal experience, for he had never witnessed anything like this back in Yen-Lu.
Then he shifted his focus to the right. There, he saw a sea of green. "Orcs," he said with slight fascination.
