In explosive shocking news, it was not only the nine nations that planned to do something. The dark storm brewed in the vast wasteland. And to their shock, the scouts detected the undead army all came out of their fort.
All of them marched to the 'living' territory. The grass and trees wrinkled then crumbled into dust as. The river dried while animals fell to their death. Their presence exuded death and decay.
The undead army was marching towards a mountain. Goras and his legion of Prime Soldiers along with the cultivators were peeking from a distant hill.
"What are they doing?" Goras asked. "They destroyed every hill and mountain they see."
Goras had been spying on the undead for a while. Whenever they saw something such as a house, hill, or mountain, they would destroy it. He didn't know why that was the case.
Maybe they just wanted to turn the landscape into a wasteland.
Goras shook his head. "I have enough. Let's destroy them."
