Bab 179: Human Flying Fortress

Telus and Valeria stood in the midst of the battlefield, dwarven bodies scattered all around them. The air was filled with the smell of death, and the once-proud dwarven battalion had been reduced to a desperate few. The two Demon King Generals were unstoppable, tearing through the remaining defenders with ease.

Telus, the bloodmancer, moved through the field, his power draining the life from fallen dwarves. He didn't rush. Each step was deliberate, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled the blood from the bodies around him, using it to fuel his dark magic. He watched as the dwarves tried to retreat, only for his magic to drag them back into his deadly grasp.

"Easy work, as always," Telus said, his voice calm as if he was discussing something mundane. "They don't stand a chance against us."