Translated by A Passing Wanderer
Edited by RED
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Around two hundred people declared their intentions to give up. That meant six hundred or so remained behind. They gradually started to act and move according to Harman's commands.
"Our enemies are strong, but the terrain advantage is with us! Use that to its full extent!" Harman called out loudly.
Gril simply roared back at him, "Don't make me laugh!"
They held the terrain advantage here?
Their opponent was a holy undead army that didn't feel any fear, and was armed to the teeth with proper equipment. The recruits were having a horrible time trying to oppose such beings with their chipped swords, rusted axes, and rotting shields full of holes.
Not only that, these undead were deliberately avoiding the heads or the hearts of the defenders and attacked everywhere else. Meaning, they were going easy on the living humans.
"I'm gonna pass this trial with flying colours and stand proudly before my daughter!" Gril roared out again.