The army marched mightily forward, approaching the fortress camp ever closer.
The scale of the fortress was not large, resembling more a large village encircled by walls.
Simplistic flags hung on the wall, fluttering in the wind.
There were soldiers on guard, who from a distance watched them but issued no warnings, letting them approach the fortress.
The transmigrators exchanged glances, then observed the types of troops around them.
Based on what they had seen along the way, whether it was the rebel army or the guard army, it was essentially an internal struggle within the Human Clan.
But at this moment, within the army of transmigrators, there were Undead, Orcs, and most conspicuously, the Double-Headed Corpse Dragon.
The NPCs on these walls seemed not to find it odd at all.
They merely glanced over and didn't even ask any questions.
Even when the transmigrators made eye contact with the NPCs on the walls, they simply nodded, giving a friendly gesture.
