If these wizards were prepared from the beginning, they wouldn't have too much trouble dealing with these demons.

Herag speculated that they might not dare to enter the city, so they could only temporarily reside in the mountains to figure out the situation here.

However, in this world, the presence of many demons often leads to conflicts among them.

Those demons that couldn't win would have to leave their territory, just like that black gorilla did.

Five days later, the expedition team officially set off.

It must be said that the treatment of the expedition team was really poor, not even enough horses for everyone.

Herag and three other people shared a carriage, which was considered good conditions.

Because they were exorcists, they had the privilege of four people sharing one carriage.

The other adventurers of the expedition team rode in carriages without even a canopy, squeezing more than ten people into one carriage, making it difficult to turn around.

These adventurers had no complaints, seemingly accustomed to it.

After leaving Greenfield City, the expedition team followed the main road toward the eastern mountains.

Greenfield City itself was the westernmost city in the Polantes Empire, relying solely on this eastern road to connect with other cities.

There were also some small paths, but they were distant and circuitous routes, used only by nearby small towns and cities.

Until sunset, the carriage stopped outside a mountain range.

They lit fires, set up camp, and cooked meals.

The expedition team obviously wouldn't enter the area at night, as it was too dangerous.

After a day's journey, everyone was a bit tired and needed to rest for the night, planning to search for traces of demons in the mountains early the next morning.

Herag looked at the loosely defended camp and sighed silently.

This expedition team was a mere makeshift group, full of flaws.

Even without demons, a well-trained regular army could cause a significant impact on this group of people.

There were no real tents; a large oilcloth was propped up to create a drafty makeshift shelter.

The only person with the privilege to reside in a real tent was Sam; the others had to sleep under the oilcloth in a large communal area.

Herag found a spot on the edge to sit down.

As the sky gradually darkened, the campfire appeared increasingly bright.

Many people sat around the fire chatting, using its warmth to dispel the chill of the mountain night.

Herag stayed under the oilcloth, not joining them, as he didn't fear the cold.

The people only thought of him as solitary and antisocial.

Later in the night, except for the night watchmen, everyone else quickly fell asleep.

Herag lay in his spot, not sleeping, but constantly monitoring the sounds around him.

In his view, the camp's defenses were non-existent and utterly useless.

The night in the mountains was quite cold; others were already curled up in the cold.

Herag's gaze sharpened as he heard faint noises.

The mountain wind always blew at night, masking some slight sounds that the others didn't hear.

Herag took a look at Shenlan's environmental detection and saw nothing unusual yet.

Only some strange sounds reached him, with the source of the noise still quite distant.

After a while, Herag finally saw what they were.

A group of skeletons was approaching from the depths of the mountains, and their target was clearly this group of people.

These skeletons wielded swords and shields, and some even held magic staffs.

Given their speed, they would reach here in just a few minutes.

Herag immediately got up and said to Sam's tent, "Sam, I hear something over the mountain."

Sam promptly opened the tent and came out, asking, "Are you sure?"

Herag said, "I've always had good hearing; I'm sure there's something approaching from that direction."

He spoke up to make sure the group was prepared and not caught off guard.

With a grave expression, Sam shouted to the sleeping people, "Get up, it's time to work!"

The group woke up groggily, and realizing what was happening, they grabbed their weapons, lit torches, and began to stand guard.

Herag only said something was approaching, but he wasn't clear what it was.

A few minutes later, the group didn't need the torchlight to see what was approaching.

The skeletons' soul fire was so obvious; from afar, it appeared like clusters of ghostly flames coming closer.

Sam said in a deep voice, "It's those damned skeletons! Matthew! Go back and report to Knight Commander Arnt immediately, we'll hold them off."

Skeletons were generally weak individually, but there were many of them. Clearly, this group couldn't handle them alone and had to request reinforcements from Greenfield City.

The group was tense, clutching their weapons and facing the skeleton army.

Herag wasn't very tense, holding his longsword and keeping an eye on the skeletons.

He was looking for the commander behind these skeletons.

The synchronized movement of the skeletons indicated that someone was controlling them.

When the skeleton army reached the mountain pass and saw the people in the camp, their mouths began to open and close as if they were laughing.

There was no laughter, only the sound of bones clattering together.

The skeleton army originally moved slowly, but suddenly they accelerated towards the camp.

Herag watched the skeleton army, wordlessly shielding the others.

He had already sensed that these skeletons lacked any demon aura, so it wasn't necessary to fight tooth and nail.

Herag planned to keep a low profile and slip into the mountains amid the chaos to find the one controlling the skeletons.

He wasn't sure if a demon or a wizard was in control.

Necromancy-specialized wizards indeed had the means to control a skeleton army, so it might be a wizard from the Wizard Plane.

Naturally, Herag wouldn't miss this chance and was determined to investigate.

The skeleton army charged in the blink of an eye, plunging the expedition team members into a fierce battle.

The adventurers in the group possessed uneven skills; those with strength could easily handle the skeletons, while the less capable ones were knocked down at the first encounter.

Herag moved nimbly, cutting down a skeleton with one swing, quickly creating a vacuum space around him.

The fighting power of these skeletons was too weak for him; he could handle them easily with just his basic physical abilities.

This scene made several members of the expedition team widen their eyes in astonishment; they hadn't expected Herag to be so strong.

Even Sam glanced over, gave him an approving nod, and turned back to continue fighting.

Herag fought steadily while pushing deeper into the skeleton horde, gradually moving farther away.

The skeleton army grew larger and the scene became increasingly chaotic.

It didn't take long before all the weaker members of the expedition fell.

Those remaining were either exorcists or adventurers with substantial strength.

For them, the skeletons posed little threat; their vast numbers only delayed dealing with them completely.

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