Chapter 820 The Alarm Bell Rings

"In just one hour, the undead army could reach Raventown!"

The explosive news caused an uproar, and panic quickly spread through the crowd. Raventown had robust city walls and tall towers, with defensive facilities that could be considered excellent. The townsfolk also had respectable combat skills, but anyone who had seen a lich summon a meteor would have no illusions about the outcome of the siege.

"How many enemies are there?" Soveris asked sharply, his brows furrowed.

Lancelot couldn't help nodding secretly. Whether they could win or not was one thing, understanding the enemy's situation was another; only with sufficient information could they make the decisions most beneficial to themselves.

"A lot… everywhere, as far as the eye can see…"

"How many is 'everywhere'? Three thousand? Five thousand? Or ten thousand?"

"I… I couldn't count…" The scout named Milos, his face pale, replied, "As soon as I saw the enemy, I flew back as fast as I could…"