Things only grew more hectic as time passed, so far, the warriors who had sneaked into the dirt-blood camp were succeeding in their goal, cutting the flow of new soldiers to the battlefield, but simultaneously, things were not going as well as they should on the battlefield itself.
The dirt-blooded soldiers were not falling as quickly and easily as expected, all of them were being fuelled by potent fighting spirit and mana, Litrakq was constantly funnelling energy to her soldiers, and with a bag full of the body parts from various knights, she wasn't going to be running out any time soon.
But no one could get to her, protected by her bodyguards and surrounded by a sea of loyal soldiers, the knight and elves were failing to get through to even try to do something.
The only one amongst them who had a chance of getting past all of this was locked in a confrontation with a recently risen undead.
