Chapter - 91
After the initial influx of the Grave stalkers, the initial wave began to slow, but the density around the Temple Guards increased. The dead bodies of the Grave Stalkers were piling up around the cart, forming a ramp of rotting flesh that the fresh ones used to climb over.
By now, the low-level fodder began to pull back slightly, making way for the heavy hitters.
From the darkness, larger shapes emerged. Level 18 Grave Stalkers, encased in rusted, ancient plate armor, wielding heavy maces and jagged longswords.
Flanking them were Level 22 Grave Stalkers, massive in size with bone plating fused to their skulls, their jaws dripping with acidic saliva.
"HOLD!" The Guardian Captain screamed, his voice hoarse.
He bashed a Level 18 Grave Stalker with his shield, sending the undead stumbling back, but a Level 22 Grave Stalker lunged at the opening, clamping its jaws onto his thigh.
