In the village of the Cursed Land of the Undead, the situation had become chaotic.
"Professor, it's the student who entered earlier, he's seriously injured!" Two students were running with a body in their arms, fleeing from a horde of rampaging undead pouring out of the portal.
Among them and the undead chasing them was one of the Academy's top-ranked students, a 3-Star student.
He was fighting the undead legion.
A high-level Dark Oak Eagle measuring over a meter flew among the undead, flapping its wings enchanted with magic or some skill to kill them. It was agile and deadly. Its wings looked like sharp blades in battle, and its movements were clearly trained to move in mass combat situations.
Soon it took flight and looked down at all the undead below it. Suddenly, it fixed its eyes on one of them and began to fly in a straight line.
