Seemingly noticing the confusion in Randall's eyes, Carroll said, "The situation is urgent. The Shamanic Association and the Knights have issued orders for all combat personnel to immediately move to their nearest combat positions."

Upon hearing this unusual order, Randall frowned deeply: "Fighting on the ground? How urgent is the situation? Can't even basic line deployment be completed?"

Carroll stepped aside and said to Randall, "Take a look."

Randall walked to the window of the tower, looked into the distance, and couldn't help but gasp.

On the plains south of Muxi City, there were countless undead, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Randall exclaimed in surprise, "Didn't they retreat?"

Carol: "As you can see, they're back."

Aldenan smiled, feigning composure, and said, "Like flies in the kitchen."

Randall, his hands resting on the windowsill, looked at the undead army that swarmed across the ground like ants: "There are hundreds of thousands, no, hundreds of thousands... maybe more."

Carol added, “It’s the same on the eastern front; the undead are everywhere… plains, forests, lakes, hills, everywhere.”

Randall carefully observed the undead marching towards Muxi City and discovered that among them were low-level undead, alien undead, and high-level alien undead he had seen before, as well as many undead he had never seen before and whose names he could not even recall.

Randall muttered to himself, "Was the undead's first attack merely a probe? Is this their final assault?"

Carroll picked up his giant axe and tower shield: "Whatever they came here for, their only resting place is underground."