"Everyone! Take your positions before the undead reinforcements arrive!"
The commander's voice boomed across the border wall, his expression grave as he witnessed the approaching horde.
Immediately, all the warriors rushed to their positions atop the wall, while assistants quickly refilled the archers' quivers with fresh arrows.
Barrels filled with flammable oil were also brought forward and lined up, ready to be hurled at the enemy to incinerate large groups of undead in a single strike.
A cold wind swept across the battlefield as the entire border fell into an eerie silence, casting a chilling atmosphere over the area.
Any ordinary person would have collapsed in fear from the sheer tension alone, their courage shattered at the mere sight of the approaching undead.
Some of the soldiers' legs trembled as they faced the overwhelming number of enemies. The suffocating aura of death pressed heavily upon them, sending chills down their spines.
