Feeling the accumulated bloodlust from the undead horde in front of them, the soldiers couldn´t help but shudder in fear.
But the one that was in the deepest of despairs was none other than the commander himself who identified what the necromancer really was.
But before he came up with what to do, the undead already made their move.
"Follow me! Obey my call! Kill the living!" the blue-eyed "undead knight" yelled with his cold voice filled with killing intent and dashed towards the soldier with the undead horde shortly after following behind his steps.
`Dammit!´ The commander cursed internally.
"Don´t falter! Soldiers of Nexvarres! Shieldman is in the front! Does with spears and prepare for the impact! Create a defensive position! They are only some mere skeletons!"
Having his voice enchanted by magic, the soldiers suddenly felt a bit calmer than before, enabling them to do as they were ordered.
