Archer stood on the fortress wall, watching streams of survivors rushing toward the gates as some Drakeguards left safety to guide the fleeing people. He had spotted them after kissing Maeve a few hours ago.
When the orange-haired beauty rushed toward the entrance to open it. There were over one hundred men, women, and children being chased by a horde of undead that appeared from the surrounding forest.
Without thinking, he quickly cast dozens of Mana Blasts that sliced through the air before slamming into the undead horde. A deafening cascade of explosions tore through the battlefield, shaking the earth.
The ground shuddered as zombies and ghouls, caught in the blasts, were obliterated in an instant, rotten flesh and bone reduced to ash and ruin. Yet, the tide of the undead surged forward; they emerged from the smoke and shadows, undeterred by the carnage.
