His greatest fear was that the Crimson Harvester would see their imposing formation and immediately retreat... That would be a tremendous loss.
He had spent nearly all his military merits and savings on this, and now he was flat broke.
As long as the man didn't run, he wouldn't be leaving at all...
"Amadis," Lynch called out.
"Understood." Amadis didn't hesitate; with a flicker of her will...
In the next instant, the Undead Army, which had been lying in wait, began to move.
The front-row Black Corpses charged directly at the Crimson Harvester, while the fifty Skeleton Archers, under the command of their champion, raised their bows in unison.
"SWISH SWISH SWISH—!"
Dozens of arrows tore through the air in a concentrated volley.
"Tch! Fools!" the Crimson Harvester sneered contemptuously. "Just three wet-behind-the-ears rookies, no better than that idiotic young master from before. You think *you're* going to be the ones to take my head?"
