4 Undead Army

Liam's eye danced in its socket, he was searching for a way out of the crowds of the shambling dead. Suddenly a shout echoed through the valley penetrating every rock and cranny, it was as if the very air shook when it spoke.

"Listen, my soldiers, I have brought you all back from the dead for you to bring me victory in the upcoming battle, serve me well and one day you may become citizens in my territory, living a life of luxury."

After Liam heard the voice it was all that filled his mind. "I could join that man in war, maybe if I do well enough I will be able to settle down, I can't start a family because I'm dead, but at least.

"Snap out of it," Liam thought to himself, "you are Liam Artman, slave to no one, master of his own destiny I will not join a strange man in war just because he instructs me to do so."

A figure with huge wing sprouting from his back appeared in the air, overshadowing the valley; an overbearing aura radiated off of him, a dignified aura, that of a king. Liam felt a strange connection with him, and despite being a distance apart he knew that the strangely compelling voice originated from him.

"Come follow me to my domain while we plan our victory," the flying man shouted while raising his fist. All the undead started shambling towards the airborne man, but Liam stood rooted to his spot determined not to be dragged into the mess that is war.

But alas the world doesn't care about the desires of one person, especially those that are weak. As thousands of undead hobbled forwards, of course, Liam, who was no stronger than any of the other undead, was pulled along with the crowd. To where? Only the strange man could answer that.

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Marcus returned to the ground panting, if not for the fact as a demon he couldn't sweat, he would be soaked.

"Damn," he thought to himself, "giving orders to high-level undead that have not been contracted is hard, I even felt a slight resistance which made the process even more difficult."

Nicholas hurried like a loyal dog that's master had returned from a long days work.

"My lord you did excellently, that army will surely be capable of taking down Ivan," Nicholas said humbly.

"Nicholas I don't have time for your nonsense, hurry back to the castle and melt down all the metals and start preparing swords for all the new recruits."

"Yes my lord," Nicholas demonstrated a gentlemanly bow, before executing a sharp turning and walking away, making sure to maintain his appearance because Marcus's eyes were still trained on him.

"Ahh wait, there's one more thing I need to trouble you to do."

"Of course my lord please inform me how I can be of help to you," Nicholas turned and stood at attention staring into Marcus's eyes.

"Prepare a someone to teach the undead how to use the sword. Nothing complicated, how to hold it, a basic swing, and," he paused for a few seconds as if to ponder something, "have him teach them how to follow basic orders. I know it will be difficult, but if it works we will dominate on the battlefield. If we manage to beat Ivan we could slingshot off our victory and use this opportunity to take over the entirety of the upper layer." Just the thought of military victory caused a smile to split his scaly face.

As soon as Marcus had finished Nicholas scurried away like a rat, fleeing from Marcus before he could add anything else on his heap of things to do.

Marcus sighed alas all of those under him were too respectful it was like standing in a cave that would echo everything you would say. He had neither a friend to comfort him in trying time him nor an adviser to assist him in his problems. It felt good to have built everything has with his own to hands, but it was a lonely life.

If he had anyone that he could consider an adviser or a friend he would cherish that person above all else, even his own life.