Capítulo 823: The Power Of Necromancers

"You…" and as a group of them showed such a difference, I pointed my glaive at them from my chariot, "come, I'll drop a rope for you to climb up here."

And the next moment I threw down the rope the jumper first installed a long time ago on my chariot and didn't leave it ever since.

The group of ten exchanged looks between each other, or that's what I thought, before they started to move towards my chariot one by one.

As they arrived there, the first thing they did was to bow, deeply hitting their heads against my chariot.

"Lord… Thanks for your generosity, a generosity we never experienced ever in our lives."

One of them spoke, seemingly acting as their leader. I waved my hand for them to stand while resisting that gloomy feeling that rose in my heart.

These folks… They weren't living a life, they were getting tortured in hell.

"I'm not a merciless lord," I said this first before adding, "all I'll ask from you is to work diligently for me, kill my enemies, and win me wars."