The dwarf orc returned to his tent and started to put on his armor.
The potential for success in tonight's surprise attack was quite high.
As long as it could succeed tonight, or even just cause some chaos in the undead army, he would be greatly rewarded.
"When the time comes, who dares to look down upon me? Once I become a commander, you will be the first ones I'll send to their death." The dwarf orc grumbled while wearing his last piece of armor.
Unbeknownst to him, his shadow was slithering, gradually shaping into a female human figure.
The next moment, the shadow behind him covered his mouth, followed by a sharp pain at his neck.
The dwarf orc's eyes filled with terror as he felt his neck being sliced open.
He fought hard, pulling out his weapon and swung it behind him in an instant.
Clang!
However, his weapon only hit the ground beneath him.
There wasn't a shadow of any person.
A torrent of blood gushed from his throat. He clung to it, crying for help loudly.
