Fighting trolls was a nasty business even in broad daylight, but Ezra found himself staring down three of these fiendish brutes in the middle of the darkest night he had ever seen. The dangers were only compounded by the fact that these ones were already dead.Raised from their woodland graves with the foulest form of dark magic, the trolls had been transformed into unthinking masses of rotting skin and flesh. This ungodly resurrection had not only altered their brains but changed their forms as well.Each Undead Troll had gained new dark abilities and a cruel amount of strength that would put even the Orc Berserkers to shame.Ezra realized now that these wretched trolls hadn’t wandered onto this beach aimlessly, but had been summoned to this place to guard the way to Cekunia and keep unwanted visitors away.“I am glad we are at least fighting these brutes out in the open. God, I would hate to face them inside some lightless cave,” Marlin muttered, turning his cursed eye away from the

Ezra knew the best way to attack a port city was by using warships and transport galleys. It was an easy way to get past Cekunia’s outer defenses and reach its Grand Lighthouse: the seat of its power.However, ever since the undead had captured the city, they had fortified its walls with Rot Cannons and erected Frost Towers to take down any aerial threats. Even the seaway was off-limits since the waters were now infested with Sirens which had a habit of attacking in groups and luring unsuspecting sailors to their deaths.To make things more challenging, the city was also guarded by a nine-headed Undead Hydra that could wipe out a whole army in the blink of an eye.Ezra understood how difficult it would be to stage an assault on Cekunia from the ground, but it was the only option for them since neither Overlord Dojing Wu nor Princess Aleena had any warships at their disposal.Having defeated the Undead Trolls, Ezra had cleared the way to Cekunia. However, it would only take atleast a f

While Vorus chose to remain in Cekunia to assault Magaravia and keep the living at bay, the other necromancers were tasked with guarding Ignar and Stonewell.As the night darkened and the undead werewolves howled in the corrupted woods, Malodor and Lorelai gathered before Zepheroth’s idol inside his ruined shrine.Lorelai approached the idol of their dark deity and offered a crimson rose drenched in human blood at Zepheroth’s feet.Moments later, Malodor walked up to the idol and offered it the skull of a fallen dark dragon.“Your great coming is at hand, O Lord. Grant us the strength to crush your enemies and drown this land in darkness,” Malodor whispered, folding his hands in prayer and bowing his head in reverence.Lorelai, however, greeted Zepheroth with an excited grin and exclaimed, “We are tired of waiting. I can only imagine how pleased you will be with our efforts once we sacrifice that pitiful lamb and welcome you to our world!”Hearing Lorelai’s shrill voice, Malodor furrow

Ezra and Aurelia’s heroics had drawn quite a bit of attention from the cultists, and their recent excursions into their corrupted territory had also not gone unnoticed.While Malodor was busy preparing the site for the sacrificial ritual and fortifying their defenses, he instructed Lorelai to launch an offensive and crush the troops led by the nobles.Marquis Desmond and Marquis Sullivan had strict orders to cleanse the two villages and establish a defensive perimeter around the settlements.Mahakam and Avondale were perfect to serve as forward bases, which would allow them to resupply their attacking soldiers and expand their territory from two new locations.Everything was going perfectly according to plan. Marquis Desmond and his troops had occupied Mahakam and torn down the abandoned houses to create makeshift bunkers for their archers. Meanwhile, the Cavaliers had been posted outside the periphery to keep an eye on threats.Marquis Sullivan, on the other hand, had ordered his men

Getting surrounded by the enemy was always a terrible thing, but what made Marquis Desmond’s situation even worse was the fact that he had no cavalry left to defend him.The only troops at Marquis Desmond’s disposal were the archers camping inside the makeshift bunkers. These men were armed with the latest compound crossbows and were excellent marksmen, but they were dealing with more challenging foes this time.Even before Marquis Desmond could give his orders, the archers took their shots, firing upon the enemy. But the steel-tipped bolts missed their marks completely as the resurrected cavaliers dashed across the village, dodging the projectiles like trained assassins.Marquis Desmond fired his rifles, blasting the enemy with magic bullets, but once again, the bloody warriors dashed away, avoiding the attack.Their blinding speed baffled the Marquis and his men. It was as if these resurrected warriors were mere shadows, disappearing and reappearing at will. Even though the bloody