Chapitre 37: [16]
Lahabiel stared off into the whiteness. A small smile fluttered on his lips as his vengeance was coming to fruition. While he could barely see beyond twenty paces, he could still feel his minions. He could still feel the tidal wave of snow. Like the snow that pricked his pale skin, anticipation pricked at his heart. It had taken quite a lot of souls to feed that weather spell. If it were just a simple white-out, he could have easily done it. What he wanted though was to pummel all those pesky humans.
The storm would claim all the lives in its path until it hit the city walls most likely. Then, his second in command would storm the city.
It was a crude plan and rested upon the snowstorm knocking the living off balance. Lahabiel wasn't too concerned with its failure though. While he hadn't seen the city on the beach, he doubted they had left the previous city that had been there. Too often did the humans like to build over their conquered lands. His draugr would find a way. If he didn't, he was useless.
"My lord," Commander Jogun appeared beside him. "I am ready."
"Good," Lahabiel said. "Take a quarter of the dead and storm the city. Raise any dead found on the way. Animals or humans, use everything."
"I thank you for the chance to redeem myself," Commander Jogun knelt.
"Redeem yourself, or die," Lahabiel commanded before he turned away.
Reminded of Jogun's failure to kill that mortal girl, the angel's smile slid away. Lord Fenrir had intervened and spirited that girl away. The appearance of the Wise One had allowed several other mortals to escape as well. As frustrating as that was, they could not harm the wolf; even if they wanted too. He was their Creator's most cherished souls. Without him attacking them first, he couldn't point a sword, much less a finger, on the wolf.
With nearly six-hundred humans from the raided villages and surrounding homesteads, their army grew. This was bolstered by a few thousand dead goblins they found to the north, around some attacked keep. His undead army was nearly four thousand strong. Now that he had the power, and Jogun would add more to his army; Lahabiel turned his sights to the strong power churning to the South-East. It smelled of death, but life as well. He would grasp take this power and use it to wipe away these cursed humans...
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone