<ul><span style="font-family: new times roman;">Not far behind the Undead army, nefarious crows perched atop stink and grotesque death. Standing at the top of a hill, the voice of the one in charge could be heard roaring at a distance as dark green orbs set in dark, swollen and deep sockets shifted to stare at the swaying flags of the city far ahead. Not too far away to the North-East of the Kingdom and with an eyesight nine times stronger than that of the average human, he caught sight of about twenty thousand men army marching. <span style="color: #408040"><span style="font-style: italic">''BRING HIM TO ME!'' </span></span>The General ordered, his Necroplasmic body clothed in blood-stained magical robes shifted back and forth, grunting; now facing couple of his minions as they dragged the frail body of a guard; a Morranwick guard who dared to flank and spy. <br/><br/>Sporting one angry, disgusting and sadistic expression, the Master sneered and viciously back-handed the mortal across terrified facial features causing the man a mandible fracture whilst deep red blood splattered against snow covered ground. Unsheathing a serrated spear, the Master plunged it at high speed into the Guard's chest. <span style="color: #408040"><span style="font-style: italic">''I am not done with you, yet. Curiosity, as I may recall, killed the cat.."</span></span> With a twisted, demented cackle, a disfigured General vertically raised a booted foot to chest height, pulled out the spear from the Guardâ€™s body whilst a leg snapped forward, delivering a powerful kick, breaking the manâ€™s rib cage. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #408040">"And now, you shall rise, and serve your one and only master. Ughhh, TRAITOR!"</span></span> With a bloody digit, the General approached the stink of a human and with the blood of the Guard he drew a circle within a triangle on the man's forehead while conjuring a ball of green energy in his palm as he began to reanimate the now moaning corpse.</span></ul>