The Undead had been inside the fortress for three days now, and the messages kept passing back.
The exiles were also speeding up the production of resistance potions.
More and more Undead would be let in, the second team would arrive very soon, and everyone was impatient to experience the new game content. Watching others slay enemies on the front lines was more unbearable to them than being killed themselves.
The exiles who had been holding back the exploration progress of the Undead were finally exterminated with difficulty.
Severed arms by sword blades, throats cut, they had learned how to achieve victory in more efficient ways, thoroughly understanding the enemy's pre-attack movements through death.
The shambling walking corpses, with their fixed and low-intelligence attack patterns, were not hard to deal with as long as you could guard the back; the real difficulty was avoiding being surrounded, because if encircled, death was certain.