At the same time, arrows and stones rained down like a storm.
Even arrows shot by new recruits carried significant force with the advantage of a ten-meter-high wall. As for accuracy, with the sea of rotting corpses below, one could hit a target even with eyes closed.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
Arrows flew wildly.
A feathered arrow cut through the sky and drove straight into the eye of a corpse dressed like a farmhand. It collapsed stiffly without even managing a groan, foul blood gushing from the wound and pooling into a dark puddle.
Another corpse nearby fared even worse, its head smashed apart by a jagged rock, filth and gore splattering everywhere in an instant.
Large swathes of corpses fell like harvested wheat, trampled underfoot by their own kind as if they were nothing but garbage.
The scene was nothing short of a massacre.
"Roar, roar, roar!"
