Here's the translation:
Amidst the mountains, trees grew wildly, their trunks and branches intertwining to form war fortresses. Hundreds or even thousands of undead troops were stationed within, offering both stealth and defense.
Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Bone arrows covered the sky, fireballs scorched the heavens and ripped the earth apart.
Magic formations carved by legion-level mages came to life—some enhanced the power of the bone arrows and fireballs, others shielded against large-scale magical impacts, while others repaired damaged undead at a moment's notice.
Not just the magic formations—the mage types in the undead army were diverse. There were combat mages, whose torrents of fireballs and ice spikes blanketed the battlefield; there were support mages, whose buffs and debuffs influenced the flow of war.
Massive armies never simply charged forward like a swarm of bees.
That would be suicide.
