Gray Rock Fortress.
At dusk, the battle in front of the fortress had fallen into a rare calm.
The Ghouls and Giant Bats that were constantly attacking the fortress had long departed.
Less than one kilometer in front.
A large number of the Blood Race gathered here.
Clusters of Ghouls, orderly Blood Race Soldiers, roaming Werewolf units on the flanks, and those Blood Race Knights riding horses dressed in blood-colored armor.
Excluding the Ghouls, tens of thousands of troops gathered here, and once the Ghouls and Giant Bats, creatures akin to cannon fodder, were included, the army exceeded 200,000.
Martin looked toward the fortress.
He sniffed the air.
"Ran away? Hah, you can't escape."
"Attack!"
No tactics, the only way to capture the fortress was a strong attack.
With the order given.
The Blood Race troops began to charge towards the fortress.
