But Bertrand felt something was wrong. He looked up, and now more than a dozen ladders were placed against the city walls, with a tide of corpses formed by the Undead Army climbing up the ladders.
The number of the Undead Army was overwhelming! Even with the help of artillery and numerous muskets, the human and Dwarf Alliance Army, which was at a numerical disadvantage, had already suffered heavy casualties, and morale in many areas began to waver.
"Sir Bertrand! At this rate, the castle will fall!" immediately shouted a soldier.
"We cannot retreat! We cannot retreat!" Bertrand's bowstrings thrummed as he shouted hysterically, "The Count raised me from a thief to this position! If I retreat, I will never forgive myself in my entire life!"
