Scenes like this were playing out all along the fortress walls.
Facing the endless stream of enemies, Robson already had a system of his own. Combined with the soldiers he had previously dispatched to the various regiments, everyone was well-practiced.
The weaker Kobolds couldn't get past the defense line of the Third Regiment's soldiers. Even if a few luckily slipped through, they would face the First Regiment's soldiers, who were on standby on the walls.
These soldiers of the First Regiment were truly well-rested and had conserved their strength. They had rested for who knows how long and were no match for the exhausted Kobolds.
The seemingly endless Kobolds were slowly but surely being converted into a continuous stream of experience points in Robson's ears.
The one who felt this most keenly was Marin.
Marin was a Mage, not to mention that inside the box-shaped pendant on his chest, there was an old monster of unknown power.
