After he burned the first zombie to ash he turned his full attention to the second one.

This one was different, he exhumed bloodlust from his eyes and was wearing armor and holding a sword.

Vilkar approached the zombie with caution, his eyes locked on its decayed form. The undead creature was heavily armored, its rusted chainmail and dented helmet giving it an intimidating presence. Vilkar gripped his warhammer tightly, ready for whatever the zombie might throw at him.

The zombie lurched forward suddenly, its sword raised high above its head. Vilkar quickly sidestepped the attack and swung his warhammer at the creature's side.

The blow connected with a sickening crunch, sending the zombie stumbling to the side. But the zombie was not deterred. It swung its sword again, aiming for Vilkar's head. Vilkar ducked under the attack and swung his warhammer upwards, catching the zombie in the chin. The zombie staggered backward, its helmet flying off from the impact.

Vilkar knew he had to keep the pressure on. He swung his warhammer in a powerful arc, aiming for the zombie's midsection. The zombie raised its arms to block the attack, but the force of the blow knocked it off balance.

Vilkar saw his opening and followed up with a quick strike to the zombie's exposed chest. The blow caved in its ribcage and sent it crashing to the ground. But as Vilkar prepared to finish off the zombie, it suddenly rose up again, its undead eyes glaring at him with renewed hatred.

Vilkar cursed under his breath and braced himself for another round. The zombie charged forward, swinging its sword wildly. Vilkar dodged to the side and swung his warhammer at the zombie's arm. The blow connected with a loud crack, causing the zombie to drop its sword.

But the zombie wasn't done yet. It grabbed Vilkar with its other hand and pulled him close, attempting to bite him with its decayed teeth. Vilkar struggled to break free, but the zombie's grip was surprisingly strong.

Thinking quickly, Vilkar managed to slam his forehead into the zombie's nose, causing it to release him in surprise. Vilkar then swung his warhammer upwards, hitting the zombie square in the jaw. The blow sent the zombie flying backward, its head snapping back with a sickening crack.

Vilkar paused for a moment, catching his breath and surveying the scene. The zombie lay motionless on the ground, its armor and weapons clattering uselessly around it. Vilkar felt a sense of relief wash over him as he realized he had emerged victorious.

But his victory was short-lived. As he turned to leave the area, he heard a faint moaning sound. Looking around, he saw several more zombies emerging from the nearby farmhouse. Vilkar knew he would have to keep fighting if he wanted to survive. He tightened his grip on his warhammer and prepared to face his next challenge.

The zombie lurched forward, its arms outstretched, its rotting flesh falling off in chunks. Vilkar was ready for it this time, dodging out of the way of its grasp and swinging his warhammer with all his might. The hammer collided with the zombie's skull, shattering it into a million pieces.

"You vile scum!" Vilkar yelled as he used his hellfire to coat his warhammer.

Vilkar knew that was not the end of it. He had encountered zombies before and knew that they could sometimes continue to move even after suffering significant damage. Sure enough, the zombie continued to crawl towards him, its mangled face twisted in rage.

Vilkar was about to deliver another blow when he felt a cold hand wrap around his ankle. He looked down to see another zombie had crawled out from under the bed and had a hold of him. He tried to shake it off.

Suddenly, Vilkar felt a sharp pain in his leg as the zombie sank its teeth into him. He yelled out in pain and kicked at the zombie, finally dislodging it from his leg. Blood seeped from the wound, but Vilkar knew he couldn't let that distract him.

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Vilkar roared from rage as his surrounding turned blood red and his perception shifted. It seemed as if he grew taller to two and a half meters.

After sustaining damage and being fueled by rage Vilkar lost control of the primal energy that was in him from the moment he awakened.

His body grew and his regalia had extended to remain perfectly fit to his physic. Then from his back two pairs of golden bat wings sprouted followed by the tail that ended with two snake heads at the end.

His feet turned to hoves with obsidian black color. Great pair of golden horns grew from his forehead and pitch-black claws that were ten centimeters in length had grown from his fingers.

Vilak's skin turned porcelain white and his eyes started to glow.

In his frenzy, he jumped at the zombie before him and started to tear him limb from limb. Blood and gore were thrown all around the room as more zombies started to materialize from thin air.

With a roar, hellfire coated Vilkar's body as if it was a suit of armor burning anything that touched him.

What followed could be described as a carnage of slaughter. Vilkar tore, ripped, and eviscerated everything around him. He did not stop to rest or defend himself as rage took control of him.

Only when the last of the zombies were destroyed and no more appeared his mind had returned to him.

Vilkar started to breathe heavily as he sat on the floor from exhaustion.

"W-What happened..."He said tiredly as he started to transform back.

"Hah haha hahaha" Vilkar started to laugh as he remembered every moment of slaughter.

"Fascinating, truly fascinating." When he felt better Vilkar stood up and looked for any treasure that was left behind as loot matters most.

"YES!" he yelled as he saw three iron chests in corner of the room.

Vilkar carefully approaches the chests, scanning for any signs of traps or other dangers. After finding none, he kneels down and inspects the first chest. It's surprisingly heavy and appears to be locked, but Vilkar takes out one of his golden keys and opens it.

He hears a satisfying click and the lock pops open. Vilkar lifts the lid and peers inside. The chest is filled with a variety of items, including gold coins, jewelry, and a valuable-looking gemstone. But its main item is a helmet.

After the inspection, he founds out that it is one of Death Knight's sets. "Death knights helmet"

Vilkar then approaches the second chest which looks the same as the first one. When he put his key into it and turns it around he is able to see its content. There he finds an old-looking sword, "What is this...Old hero sword" After a few moments of wondering he realizes something.

"It should be one of the quest items." He said happily.

Quest items are objects that have their powers locked and individual needs to achieve a certain mission to unlock them. Usually, people take those weapons to Wizard Tower for the ritual to reveal what such a quest is.

For Vilkar it does not have much value as you need to be especially awakened to be able to use it to its full potential.

Finally, Vilkar approaches the third and final chest. Vilkar takes a deep breath and opens it to reveal its content.

Pair of blades that after inspection are revealed to be "Assassin's daggers", "They apply poison... useful in certain situations."

After inspecting them he once again closes those chests. Vilkar heaves a heavy sigh, wiping sweat from his forehead as he stands over the three iron chests.

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the task at hand. He grabs hold of the first chest and slowly lifts it, the weight straining his muscles as it is much heavier than the wooden one. But with his enhanced strength, it is manageable.

After bringing it out he returns for the second one and finally the third one. When all of them are safely amongst his loot properly tied up he drags them behind him as he starts to walk out of the farm in the direction of the city walls.

"hehe, more loot awaits," Vilkar said as joyfully walks forward leaving the memory of his frenzy behind no longer bothering him in favor of all the gold he found.

The path ahead of him was rough, with overgrown grass and uneven ground. He had to be careful not to trip on any hidden obstacles. As he walked, he kept his hand on his warhammer, ready for any potential danger. The surrounding area was quiet, with only the sound of his footsteps breaking the silence.

As he walked, the thick fog slowly lifted, revealing the desolate and ruined landscape around him. The few trees that remained were twisted and gnarled, their leaves brown and withered. The ground was littered with debris and the ruins of once-great buildings, now nothing but rubble.

The eerie silence was only broken by the occasional moan of a distant zombie, and Vilkar kept his senses sharp, listening for any signs of danger.

Vilkar paused for a moment, staring up at the walls that surrounded the city. They were made of thick stone and steel, with towers and battlements stretching high into the sky. The walls were heavily fortified, with no apparent weaknesses or breaches that he could see.

Taking a deep breath, Vilkar started walking towards the gates of the city, his heart pounding with anticipation of the gold that was hidden in the city.