"Gather, gather! The Undead are coming! The Undead are coming!" The old man's voice echoed immediately.
Dozens of people picked up weapons. Some were so emaciated, they looked like they could die at any moment, resembling mere sticks. Others were terribly aged, with skin wrinkled and dry like an old person's, the backlash from over-exerting their life force too severely.
Yet here, nobody cared, because survival had already become a luxury. Sacrificing life force for temporary strength was the top training method.
However, the Bone Dragon's advance didn't stop for their reactions. It didn't even consider this obstacle in front of it as a speed bump.
Such small settlements were numerous, but previously occupied and governed by warlords, turning into gathering spots for farmers. The fortifications built weren't prepared to withstand the likes of a Bone Dragon.
