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Chapter 5: The undead

Ivory was gloating over his army and the fact that he had escaped

from the dungeons. His army was standing in front of his small cave, waiting for his command. Mindless puppets in his hands, obeying his every command, not needing to be paid, clad or fed. The perfect army. Cheap and efficient. Just the way he liked it as he was a niggard himself. He never helped anyone, he was selfish and self-centered. He never even gave money loans to his own brother when his brother needed to pay these same armies, the only difference being that these armies had been living souls back then and had to be paid. Had been Dova’s mercenaries. Now he was using them as undead. He had raised them from the dead, now they were at his beck and call. A fearless and brainless horde. He would conquer Donn and take back Loyalis, he would be better than Dova had been. Too bad he was dead and he couldn’t boast about it, to spite him. Even so, it was worth it. He would be the Supreme ruler.

This is how the Ivory Shaman was thinking while the undead kept

coming from where they had died. They were numerous. It was a

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scary sight to behold: seeing bones and rotten flesh get up from the ground, take up swords and shields and whatever else they could find and marching towards the shaman’s cave. They were a truly ugly sight like a nightmare come to life. A walking and chopping and slashing nightmare risen with the sole purpose of killing whoever stood in their way.

By evening, a huge army of undead soldiers was already gathered

at the shaman’s cave entrance waiting for orders. Ivory was thrilled in comparison to anybody else who would have been horrified. While he was alive, Dova always told Ivory that he was creepy. Ivory used to laugh at him in response which annoyed Dova even more. He was determined to succeed where Dova had failed. He didn’t need motivating speeches for his army, all he needed was to command them and they would obey blindfolded. Not that they had eyes anymore anyway.

Ivory looked over his army and was satisfied. They were all armed and ready to fight his enemies so he finally gave the order: ⦁ Attack, my pets, attack Loyalis, strike everyone down. And then we shall attack Donn, too. Get moving!! He almost yelled the last command, drooling at the thought that he would soon be king over the realm if everything went according to his plans. Don’t let anything stop you!

The undead screeched their teeth and headed towards the heart

of Loyalis, the town where Mean and Bratty’s castle was, Dustwither. Ivory was riding a black stallion leading his troops towards Dustwither.

⦁ If you could only see me now, brother, Ivory thought. Here I am, leading what used to be your army. Now they respond to my commands!! And he started to laugh loudly, his face twisting in an ugly way.

Ivory and his army attacked all the small peaceful villages that

were on their way to Dustwither, killing every living being and setting everything ablaze. Then he thought that if he killed literally everyone he would be king over his undead army and just them. He didn’t want that. They were stupid creatures. So he decided to order his army to maim the people and the opposing soldiers so he could enslave them. But the undead were brainless so instead of maiming, they

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ended up killing most of the people as they hurt them too bad for the poor people to survive.

On the second night Ivory and his army were at the Gates of Dustwither, ready to attack. Ivory got off his stallion and yelled the command to attack from the bottom of his lungs. He was watching his soldiers attack the massive gates with a smirk on his face.

Ivory was so excited that he didn’t even notice the silence from the other side of the gates. If he had been paying attention, he would have noticed that something was wrong.