Under Fang Jie's command, the army immediately advanced, and it wasn't just any ordinary force. A squad of Black Iron level units rolled towards the interior, crushing everything in their path as if they were fragile waves breaking against a rock.
As the troops pushed forward, the Skull Soldiers were annihilated one after the other.
"What do we do? We can't escape; we're surrounded on both sides of the valley."
Qin Lan stood atop a higher ground, anxiously watching the encroaching forces on either side. The valley had been a good defensive position as long as the two sides were held, but now, faced with a strong attack, there was no escape for her.
The green-skinned Little Elves around her jumped about, and if one could see their morale, it would be apparent that it was steadily declining.
"Lord, the opposing army is made up of Black Iron level Undead; our current strength is no match for them," a Wood Elf whispered next to her, his gaze fixed on the mouth of the valley.