Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

It was hard, really hard for Jorgen to feel anything other than rage and anger at the moment, this was a dramatic turn of events, maybe not dramatic but an unfortunate turn of events. He had half his army left, and of those that were still alive, they were not all at 100%, so this was barely an army worthy of the Goblin King's military. But even with all that, he still had no idea how the fires were started, or who did it. The intelligence they had on the Bone King never said he was a master of fire, he did have a demoness that used fire, but Jorgen didn't think that she was strong enough to cause this much damage.

The flames were devastating, but the true source of misfortune was the illusions his soldiers had fallen under, that was what really fucked them up and left them in an aftermath of ash, black and death. His future was now uncertain, he didn't even think he would remain in the position of a general for long as he was sure to get demoted or kicked out of the army, or worse killed in such a way that his character would not respawn and he would have to start all over from the beginning.

*THUD! *

* GuuRooooaaaarrrrr! *

At first he was not sure what to make of the sounds of marching feet, but it progressively got louder and he couldn't help the shudder that went down his spine, forcing him to get alert. But he was not the only one who had noticed what was going on as his soldiers all got to attention at the sounds. It wasn't just feet pounding on the earth, but also deep groans that was akin to a nightmare, and with what he saw next, his life really had become a nightmare.

On the edge of the clearing, with unsteady gaits and shuffling feet, the goblins that had been missing, a group he thought maybe had deserted due to the intense effect of the illusion and the flames; marched back in. they kept the same gait, smooth and steady in their walk. They moved in tandem with each other, and in such a way that made it seems as if these group of goblins had been training with each other for a very long time.

And even more so was the way their formations were made. He couldn't tell how the columns or rows were arranged, but from what he could see, the red goblins were separated from the blue goblins and the normal green goblins. Red goblins were fire element attributed and were mostly mages with high firepower, blue goblins were water attributed and were healers and buffers. And the green goblins were the front line fighters.

The blue and red were placed behind in a normal caster at the rear and fighter at the front party formation. Jorgen had no idea what was going on, was it that his army was infiltrated by his competition and so many moles were planted in it? If that was the case it would seem that whoever was responsible for this was making a move, hoping to end him before the war truly began.

But that would make this a lot easier, but when he noticed their eyes and the life ending wounds on their bodies, he realized he wasn't dealing with traitors but corpses. The information about their enemy was never complete, but they didn't really care because the Goblin King had already become the most powerful hegemon within the Kerwood forest, but standing here, face to face with death he finally realized why the name Bone King sounded so fucking ominous…. Their enemy was a necromancer!

"Zombies!"

Jorgen snapped out of his shock and revelry, if he let his army, the only chance he has at surviving this horror show panic; then without a doubt he would be saying goodbye to his account for good. He gave the order, his voice hard and steady, even though he was sure he had a lot more fear in his heart than they did. They responded well, doing the best they could at the varying injured states they all found themselves in. there was no opening to escape from as they were completely surrounded on all sides by the undead, so the only choice would be to charge at one direction and try to break through before they get complete surrounded.

"Chaaaarrrrrrggeeeeee!"

Jorgen ordered in a loud voice as he went east, heading towards the direction they came from. The undead were no joking matter as with how rare the necromancer and death classes were, the power and sheer amount of destruction they could cause was also known to all. In light of this development; petty political squabbles meant nothing, cause if no action was taken, then all of Bahrenburg would become the lands of the living dead.

"Arrghhhhhh!"

Jorgen swiftly turned his head back and saw much to his shock as one of the remaining dead goblins left in the camp had taken a chunk out of the calf of another. It didn't take long for its burnt hands to drag the helpless goblin to the ground and begin to take massive chunks out of its body, with the goblin's active skill [Hard Bite] given its bite more power, enough that in seconds it was chewing through bone.

Jorgen's eyes widened in realization and horror as the remaining dead goblins began to rise up and pounce on their former comrades, screams filled the air as death came painfully to those who had been caught in the grasp of the now undead goblins. It was all a trap, an elaborate one that was carefully laid and designed to give them despair with every step they took.

The undead goblins at the edge of the clearing moved in closer, and with the chaos now taking place where the rest of the living goblins were gathered, there was no way out. They weren't just surrounded on all sides; the monsters were inside the circle with them too. Screams, blood, rot and the lone figure of a man with a scythe standing on the branch of a tree, his white hair and blue eyes piercing within the golden glow of the morning. As their eyes met Jorgen couldn't help but call out his name, but this time with none of the disdain and mockery and all of the fear and disappointment he felt.

"The Bone King…. Rezar Deathwind."