The game has become a real alternate world

Gray Rock Fortress.

At dusk, the battle in front of the fortress had fallen into a rare calm.

The Ghouls and Giant Bats that were constantly attacking the fortress had long departed.

Less than one kilometer in front.

A large number of the Blood Race gathered here.

Clusters of Ghouls, orderly Blood Race Soldiers, roaming Werewolf units on the flanks, and those Blood Race Knights riding horses dressed in blood-colored armor.

Excluding the Ghouls, tens of thousands of troops gathered here, and once the Ghouls and Giant Bats, creatures akin to cannon fodder, were included, the army exceeded 200,000.

Martin looked toward the fortress.

He sniffed the air.

"Ran away? Hah, you can't escape."

"Attack!"

No tactics, the only way to capture the fortress was a strong attack.

With the order given.

The Blood Race troops began to charge towards the fortress.

At this moment, the fortress was filled with soldiers, and, upon closer inspection, these soldiers were mostly disabled or not yet recovered from injuries.

They were the ones left behind to die, troops destined to fall with the fortress.

An officer in his middle years stood on the fortress watching the troops charging towards them.

The masses of Ghouls stretched as far as the eye could see.

"We will die here, but we will let these damn monsters know that to defeat us, they must step over our corpses!"

The officer yelled loudly, his shout was met with the roars of those prepared to die behind him.

Behind them, the entire fortress was already empty, all remaining soldiers had gathered atop the walls.

"Boom!"

A rumble sounded in the distance.

The soldiers looked up to see a massive chunk of meat arc through the air, smashing through a section of the wall, taking several soldiers with it before crashing inside the fortress.

They had learned from this tactic before and were not surprised; besides, the fortress no longer harbored any soldiers.

A gigantic creature ran wildly on the plain, overtaking even the Ghouls.

This was a sturdy creature over three meters long, like a monster stitched from many beings, with an enormous horn atop its head.

With great momentum, it charged forward, quickly reaching the gate, and without hesitation, rammed into it.

The fortress seemed to tremble with the rumble; the gate was pierced through by the creature's horn, and after this heavy blow, the creature could no longer rise.

Then came countless Ghouls, crawling through the hole and climbing up the walls.

"Kill!"

The officer on the wall shouted, swinging his weapon at the climbing Ghouls.

More and more Ghouls climbed upwards, like rushing torrents crashing against the walls. The sounds of shouting and screaming rose continuously but gradually grew weaker until they completely disappeared.

The Blood Race easily charged into the fortress, seeing it deserted.

"A bunch of lowly cowards, indeed, all inferior tribes." a Blood Race Knight sneered.

"Check to see if anyone's left here, the rest continue the pursuit!"

The knight said, leading his troops towards the back of the fortress, while more Blood Race flooded in.

Some giant bats flew directly overhead, chasing towards the rear.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion.

The fortress collapsed in a dramatic burst of Magic, the heat and impact forced Martin, ready to rush over, to shield himself.

A bright red mushroom cloud rose to the sky.

A massive explosion woven with various spells was meant to abandon the fortress, not letting it fall easily into enemy hands.

The walls fell, from the internal structures and various underground structures within the fortress, the explosion caused the entire fortress to collapse.

All the Ghouls that charged into the fortress first perished, fortunately, only Ghouls died.

Of course, and some unlucky Knights.

Watching this scene, Martin's expression showed no regret or anger: "How decisive, everyone, full speed ahead.

Giant Bat Knight Order, pursue!"

Actually, Martin's goal had long been achieved; at the fortress, using cheap Ghouls and Giant Bats to drain enemy forces, not necessarily killing but injuring more soldiers.

And giving those refugees confidence, adding pressure to the Cohen Kingdom, forcing them to abandon the refugees.

For Martin, reducing enemy forces was naturally better, but their primary objective was always those who were alive.

To convert them into Blood Race, transform them into Ghouls, stitch more creatures to become their forces was the main goal.

This has always been the first priority.

...

In a city.

The troops who retreated here were resting.

In the command center.

"Why? Why are there still so many people in the city?" The Bishop frowned, slamming the table angrily.

This was truly foolish.

Regarding this issue, the Prince and several officers turned to look at the city's officials.

Under such gazes, the official's face turned pale, he stammered: "They, do not wish to leave... especially those old folks.