Chapter 371: Birds of a feather flock together

"Oh my god, the rebels are attacking again." The soldiers, covered in dust, pointed desperately at the hills in the distance, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. A gray-black wave, like a turbid flood, was composed entirely of corrupted creatures, with messy flags densely packed, almost all of which were tattered griffin flags. There was no doubt that they came from the imperial army, of course, when they were alive.

"Catapults, crossbows, fire!" Baron Blasius of the Hinton family roared like crazy.