"Go! Kill them!"
The Black Dragon's angry bellow echoed, and with a kick, it knocked down the nearest Undead to the ground.
This time, the Undead moved.
However, they didn't charge at the "intruders," but instead, they stiffly turned their heads and fixed their vacant gazes onto Gicod.
Within their hollow eye sockets, a ghostly green flame burned incessantly—silent yet oppressive.
Being stared at by thousands of Undead like this, even the irascible Black Dragon sensed that something was amiss.
"What are you looking at me for? Go! Kill them!"
It commanded once more, furiously.
Of course, it still received no response from the Undead.
Not only that, but to the Black Dragon's shock, it watched as the Undead Legion it had personally created suddenly raised their mining tools and stepped forward in its direction.
"What... what are you going to do?"
The Black Dragon asked, bewildered.
