The Game Difficulty Is Crazy
Chapter 15 (continued)
On the western wall of Avenue Fortress.
There, hundreds of humans were desperately blocking the undead who were surging in like waves.
Some wielded spears and pierced the undead climbing up the wall.
Some set fire to arrows and continuously shot them downward.
Others poured boiling oil down from above.
The Gray Wolf Knights also moved busily across the battlements, removing undead that clung to the soldiers.
However, even after repeating this series of battles for several hours, the number of undead remaining below the wall was overwhelmingly greater than the number that had been slain.
They did not stop. They stepped on the corpses of allies and crawled up the walls, and some were even launched onto the battlements through catapult magic circles.
To make matters worse, the prolonged battle was exhausting the troops.
“Hup!”
Shraaak—!
As he cleaved an undead in two, Commander Jaber of the knight order let out a grim smile.
To be fair, the situation so far was not entirely bad.
With 300 Gray Wolf Knights and 1,000 regular soldiers, they were holding back that many undead.
However, to Jaber—who had fought demonkind in Avenue for decades—this situation itself was far from satisfactory.
Engaging in a close battle against an undead unit whose very purpose was to induce a war of attrition meant that their own forces were at a clear disadvantage.
‘This is a first.’
He had fought hundreds of battles at Avenue Fortress.
Until now, the Gray Wolf Knights had never once lost the initiative against the vanguard of a demon army.
With a small force, they would block the undead while deploying detachments to harass the enemy, freely shaping the battlefield.
‘Even if the enemy’s main force arrived, Avenue Fortress could hold firm for ten days.’
But today, the number of undead pouring in was several times greater than before, to the point that they could not even spare troops.
At present, the Gray Wolf Knights were too busy protecting regular soldiers from undead climbing onto the battlements.
He had considered accepting casualties and launching a separate force to raid the enemy vanguard’s main camp.
But considering that allied reinforcements would arrive later than the enemy’s main force, that would be an extremely shortsighted strategy.
‘The greater our losses here, the less strength we’ll have to stop the enemy main force later.’
In the end, to minimize losses, Jaber had no choice but to take a passive stance against the enemy’s assault.
‘Damn it, this is infuriating!’
Just as the wolf-like single eye of Jaber flickered with rage—
Bwooooo—!
A horn suddenly echoed across the battlefield.
Turning toward the source of the sound, he saw a boy with a familiar appearance standing atop the battlements.
“That person is… Young Master Glen?!”
Confusion filled Jaber’s eye.
In this urgent situation, Glen was blowing a horn without any signal or coordination, which looked utterly baffling.
But the next moment—
“…Huh?!”
Suddenly, vitality surged through his body.
His body felt lighter, his mind clearer, and strength filled the hand gripping his sword.
And this phenomenon was not limited to him alone.
“What is this?”
“My body suddenly feels lighter.”
Not only the knights around Jaber, but all allied forces on the wall seemed to feel the same thing, their faces filled with confusion.
“Kraaaa!”
Yet the battle resumed against the rushing undead, and in the next moment, something unbelievable happened.
“What…?!”
Jaber narrowed his brow.
The movements of the Gray Wolf Knights and regular soldiers fighting the undead suddenly became noticeably faster.
An archer, firing arrows in a trance, swiftly threw himself aside to dodge an undead mass falling from above.
Shraaak— Slash—!
The Gray Wolf Knights moved across the battlements faster than before, cutting down undead that lunged at soldiers.
The previously deadlocked battle began to tilt abruptly.
‘What in the world… Was the horn Young Master blew the cause?’
Before Jaber’s first doubt could even settle, another incident followed immediately.
“Uh?!”
“Someone jumped down!”
A soldier shouted.
Jaber quickly turned his head and looked down below the wall.
“…What?!”
The madman who had leapt down into the undead-infested area below the wall was none other than—
“Young Master?!”
It was Glen Wordsworth.
Jaber’s wolf-like single eye widened like that of a startled rabbit.
Glen landed below the wall.
“Someone jumped down!”
A soldier shouted in panic.
Soon, the gazes of the other soldiers on the wall focused on Glen.
“What? What kind of crazy bastard jumps down there?!”
“Someone go get him!”
“W-Who would ever go down there?!”
The soldiers shouted over one another.
Amid the horrified stares, Glen curled one corner of his mouth upward.
Then he put the legendary-grade artifact, Medlerus’s Horn, which he held in his left hand, back into his inventory.
‘The situation up top is more or less handled.’
For a certain amount of time, the allies on the wall would show far greater combat ability than before thanks to Medlerus’s Horn.
It was not an overwhelming change, but it would play a crucial role in reducing losses caused by the undead.
Of course, reducing casualties alone would not completely overturn this unreasonable war of attrition.
But using Medlerus’s Horn was only the groundwork.
Glen’s true objective was the demon commander controlling the undead.
“It’s Young Master Glen! Young Master Glen jumped down below the wall!”
At the same time, one of the knights on the wall shouted, amplifying his voice with holy power.
“What?! Damn it! I’ll go!”
“The others hold your positions! I’ll go rescue the Young Master!”
The knights atop the wall all shouted at once, volunteering to save Glen.
At the same time, the undead below the wall began surrounding Glen.
“Kwaaah!”
“Krrrk…!”
All eyes above and below the wall were now fixed on Glen.
‘Preparations complete.’
Glen adjusted his grip on Einheria.
And just as several brave Gray Wolf Knights jumped down from the wall and the undead charged toward him—
He kicked off the ground with all his strength, charging straight into enemy territory.
“Damn it! Cover the Young Master!”
