The ghoul pulled his face back leaving his neck and belly exposed to a barrage of gravity infused blows. Nijaz sprinted to his comrade’s aid, but a burst of wind sent him flying above them. Only the banshee’s scream managed to peel the pixie off his target sending both of them smashing into a large rock.
“Wait your turn, damnit!” Seth looked at the unconscious doggo and huffed. He kicked its body one more time, just so he’d have the finishing blow, and then turned towards the banshee.
“Lady, you ain’t fat and you can’t sing. Allow me to teach you.”
“Are you also a banshee?” asked the big mouthed woman.
“What? No… It’s a figure of…”
“Then, what the hell are you!?” Nijaz interrupted.
“I could ask you the same thing!” Seth looked around with an exasperated expression. Where was his undead army? Why were there more corpses strewn around than when he wiped out the devils?
None of it made sense, but fortunately, it didn’t have to.
“Listen up!” he shouted. “I’m the good guy. You guys are butt ugly, so you’re definitely the bad guys.”
“That’s super mean,” mumbled the wraith.
“Blame nature! Anyway, we fight. I win. Those are the rules!” Seth cracked his neck before giving all the remaining commanders a provoking look. “Now, who’s first?”
Immediately, a shadow fell on the pixie. Looking back, there was a tall blue undead with huge claws and even larger horns. His armor shined with an epic aura, and hundreds of tiny shadows moved around his body.
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“That would be me,” the Nightwalker replied. “I will make you sing.”
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In the Guyfast royal palace, Queen Helena was enjoying her daily bubble bath. In the giant room she had reserved for this purpose, the queen could finally relax and be alone.
Her husband wouldn’t dare enter after she had beaten him senseless the last time. Assassins stopped bothering her after the hundreds of public executions she had performed last year. Of all the moments of her day, these were her favorite. ‘This is bliss…”
Suddenly, the golden ring she always kept with her lit up. A cone shaped light came out of it showing a 3d image of her daughter.
“Chloe,” she smiled warmly. “You look so much bette…”
“Mom! We’re in deep s**t!” Something struck the princess’ face and sent her flying. With the image no longer blocked by her daughter, the queen could clearly see her surroundings:
The blood splattered ground. The endless piles of corpses. And last but not least, the undead commanders that beat up Chloe and her friends.
“You bastards! Stop right now!”
The image went blank. Helena tried to contact her daughter several more times but to no avail. Enraged, she poured her mana into the ring and called someone else.
“Why, hello baby,” said the blonde young man on the other end.
“Call off your troops! Now!!”
“Jesus…” The man covered his elfish ears. He had chiseled features with short blonde hair and blue eyes to boot.
“Your lich and hornman are attacking my daughter! Call them off or I’ll rip out your spine!”
“Oh,” realization dawned on the former hero. “Why is she involved with that lot? But, it doesn’t matter. Listen, honey: Unlike some loud mouthed power hungry c**ts, I run a democratic establishment in Zutros. The princess and her friends have broken the law, and they will be charged accordingly.
However, I can change her death penalty to life in prison if you promise to drop by my palace when visiting her. What do you say?”
“THIS IS WAR!!” the queen shouted even louder than a banshee. The hero interrupted their connection to protect his eardrums.
“Sheesh,” he shook his head. However, his confusion soon turned into delight. “Things are getting exciting,” he chortled. “Butler! Bring me a chrystal ball and prepare the royal popcorn! This show's about to get interesting.”