Not long after, the crude wooden gate of the camp was carefully pushed open a crack.
CREAK~
The small team of adventurers snuck in, peering around cautiously.
The leader was a middle-aged, bearded man in partial leather armor, carrying a scimitar. He had the air of a brigand.
The moment they stepped into the camp, the heavy scent of blood assaulted their nostrils.
The bearded man's expression changed instantly. "This is bad! Something's happened! Retreat! Quick…"
Unfortunately, it was already too late to think of retreating.
In the time it took them to turn, an army of Skeletons had already surrounded them from all directions, trapping the small adventurer team and sealing off the entire camp.
Icy bone spears and rusted blades grated on their nerves, and the massive encirclement of over five hundred Skeletons brought with it an unparalleled psychological pressure.
"U-Undead!?"
"My goddess, why are there so many Undead Creatures?!"
