Edward trembled as he read those messages; the hairs on his body stood on end as he felt that gaze full of madness, hatred toward the living, but at the same time, indifference.
'I have to run away.' That's what he thought, and he immediately moved to do so.
He had to run without looking back. Without worrying about whatever was happening behind him. If he looked back, he would surely die.
But when he turned around, his gaze froze.
A huge army of hundreds of undead was walking toward him. Despite the trees, he could see them clearly.
There were too many of them!
In every direction, the undead could be counted in the hundreds, making their exact number impossible to calculate.
[The Death Knight: Guardian of the Desolate Temple has summoned his legions here.]
[Defeat him to avoid being engulfed by his Legion of Death.]
"Defeat him?" He looked at the death knight behind him. He hadn't gotten up yet, sitting there looking indifferent.
