Early morning probing harassment.
It stopped at noon, the air filled with chaotic magic power and various pungent smells.
The majority of the United Army soldiers had recovered; it was time to proceed with the final assault.
The rats had long since gathered their forces in one place, relying on a rough, dense defense line to resist the Night Watcher.
Dividing forces was meaningless, and strategies were useless.
Now would be the largest and most brutal siege battle.
The Night Watcher had already formed a well-prepared formation, seemingly ready for the siege, but the formation didn't quite look right and didn't appear to be in offensive mode.
Behind the formation, there was a special area set up for engineering apparatuses.
"Catapult ready, attack!"
The command was issued.
Dozens of giant stones were thrown into the sky.
Drawing arcs and accurately smashing into the rats' defenses.
What followed were the rats' terrified screams.
"Kill those gutter scum."
