Black Thorn was in heavy armor, a black iron knight's sword hung at his waist.
He strode in and bowed, "Sir, you were looking for me?"
"Yes, today we caught a few scouts from the Blood Clan near the territory. They've been killed. Inspect them," Fang Hao pointed to four corpses lying in the center.
"Yes, sir." Black Thorn checked the bodies and said, "Sir, I need 8 living creatures."
"Alright."
Outside the main hall.
Underneath the bodies, Black Thorn drew complicated array patterns.
Two unicorns were brought over to the array for their blood to be drained. Their dark red blood was drawn towards the dead bodies as if pulled by some force.
The next second, the corpses abruptly sat up.
The only surviving pale-blooded person was terrified and sat paralyzed on the ground, his face full of horror.
Undead things were just too frightening.
The body sat up again, a puzzled look in its eyes.
Black Thorn looked at it and said, "You're already dead, answer whatever I ask you."
