บท 783: Nobody Gives A Shit

Realizing that he had lost all his subordinates, the Death Knight King drew his long claymore for the first time. His steed was not a muscular black horse like the others, but a gigantic flesh-eating pegasus that bore a striking resemblance to Actalaus, the Baron of Lodunvals' ferocious mount that Jake and Ruby had fought.

The two Undead Warriors and three Undead Archmages that comprised Vhoskhaud's bodyguard until then also assumed a fighting stance.

One of the two warriors was a legendary orc as thick as a troll whose army had conquered and enslaved a quarter of the continent centuries earlier before finally being stopped.

The second was none other than the Hero who had crushed the Orc Conqueror's dreams of domination. He was a Velfal, a pale blue-skinned humanoid race with an unparalleled affinity for the Space Element.