"Unless what?"
"Unless you surrender and willingly hand over Black Horn City."
Bang!
Odys smashed the armrest of the throne with his fist, breaking it into two pieces.
Since becoming an Undead, he had never felt such rage before.
Even though his emotions were barely existent.
"Someone..."
Click, click!
Two White Bone guards walked in.
Odys said coldly, "Take him out and extinguish his soul."
"My king, King Odys, it wasn't me who said it, it was that woman who said it, my king."
The kneeling Undead loudly objected.
Being merely a messenger, he didn't understand why the anger was directed at him.
Seeing Odys unmoved, and with no officials pleading on his behalf,
he knew he was doomed to die.
He stopped pleading and roared loudly, "That woman also said something else!"
"Release him!" Odys ordered.
The Undead, already dragged to the doorway, had his arms released.
The Undead stood up, his gaze sweeping over the people once again.