For the next stretch of time, Big Mike and Garrick went all-out from the backs of Golden Eagle Nugget and Dire Eagle Pebble.
Ethan, meanwhile, rode Peregrine Falcon Flint in wide circles, searching the surrounding area.
Down below, the zombies realized pretty quickly that throwing rocks wasn't doing anything anymore, so they gave it up. Then the whole mass started accelerating, breaking into a run toward the compound.
Big Mike and Garrick kept making trouble in front of them, but it didn't accomplish much.
The horde had clearly received an order. They ignored the harassment completely and charged straight for Clearford City's compound like nothing else mattered.
There wasn't much the two of them could do about it. They could only keep spamming abilities—killing what they could, while they could.
But against a horde of 3+ million, what they were doing barely registered.
Big Mike's [Rain of Flames] was still decent—one cast could wipe out over a hundred zombies at a time.
