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The Genesis of the Dead

'What is my purpose?' He thought as he gazed at the carnage that surrounded him. With every step he takes countless perish, with every action countless mourn. Behind him legions so vast they cover the horizon and blot out the heavens. His soldiers, servants, friends, children. 'That's right.' He remembered with a tinge of melancholy, 'This is my purpose.' Author's note: High fantasy setting, with a heavy emphasis on action, army tactics, political schemes and world building. No harem and very little romance.

SkellyTheSkeleton · Fantasía
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Chapter 60

The request lingered in the air, creating a palpable tension that weighed heavily on the room. Maveth had already gleaned some insights into the witch's personality, and suspected his request would be a long shot.

The entire reason Maveth had agreed initially to the mercenaries' request to seek out the witch was to ask for her assistance in destroying the viscounty. He had realized, after careful contemplation, that taking Ashenfold with his current forces would be nothing short of impossible. Even if he meticulously razed every small village, their numbers would grow, but his strength would remain stagnant.