The first wave of undead rushed forward with shrieks that tore across the sky. Ethan's men did not flinch. They formed lines and shields locked together and then blades crashed downward.
"Crush them!"
"Crush them!"
"CRUSHHH!CRUSHHH!"
Zombies burst apart as swords cut them clean. Rotting flesh scattered across the dirt. The soldiers moved quickly and some pushed forward while others guarded the rear. Their faces were hard and calm. They showed no fear even when the dead threw themselves against them again and again.
The clash of metal and bone echoed again and again while more undead kept pouring out like an endless flood.
From the front line of the enemy, three Master Rank Mages stood watching. They paused and looked at one another. Their expressions held both interest and caution.
"This is troublesome."
"Hmm...He looks strong."
"Should we finish him off?" Loan spoke softly with a sharp look in his eyes.
