Even now, he could feel its faceless gaze drilling into his skin.
Watching.
Waiting.
The thought alone was nerve-shattering.
Still, Thoren did not falter.
Raising his hand, he summoned his undead legion.
This time, he did not summon the weak.
Only Level 10 and above answered his call.
Whoosh!
In an instant, the chamber filled with hundreds of undead warriors.
They formed a tight formation before him, weapons held firmly, their hollow eyes blazing with eerie soul fire.
Undead Stonewall warriors stood at the forefront, their massive frames forming a wall of death.
For the first time, a flicker of shock crossed the royal Stonewall warrior's face.
"Human…" it rumbled, its voice deep and grating like grinding stone.
"How dare you turn my tribe into your servants?"
Rage twisted its expression, madness boiling beneath its hardened skin.
Whoosh!
In a blink, it crossed the distance.
"I'll make you pay!"
Its fist came crashing down.
Bang!
