Hmm, this is a serious matter.
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The battlefield was exceptionally quiet at dawn, with the weary warriors who fought valiantly now snoring loudly at the medical point, unable to be awakened by anything.
The manipulated undead continued to wander around the positions under the control of the Necromancers and Netherworld Knights, replacing the soldiers to perform guard duties.
However, they were still not the most eye-catching ones.
The massive Dragon knights stationed at last night's position attracted the attention of many reserve personnel with their unique stance, especially the Transia Militia, who had received orders for an all-night march and had just arrived at the Lord's position as reserves to participate in the battle.
The somewhat fatigued Brigadier General Flanders yawned as he rode his war horse, puzzlingly observing the gigantic machinery guarded by the undead, and turned to ask an officer beside him:
