He had lived for so long.
He couldn't remember where he had heard it before.
But now was not the time to reminisce about the enemy.
Stopping the Blood Clan's invasion was the pressing matter at hand.
After pondering for a moment, Odys returned the Sound-transmitting Shell to the Skeleton Attendant's hand.
He ordered, "Summon all the officials."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The Skeleton Attendant withdrew.
Soon, a large group of Undead entered the Royal Palace.
These Undead were dressed primarily in the dominant hues of the Undead, but their bone structures revealed their races.
Dwarves, Goblins, Humans, Orcs.
They had all gathered here, now all a part of the Undead.
Members of the immortal.
Once everyone had entered, Odys spoke in a grave tone, "The Blood Clan has launched an attack from the north, and they have already taken 'Howling Fortress'. What do you think we should do next?"
...
Elsewhere.
Eight Peaks Mountain, Gray Iron City.
The shooting range!
Pop, pop, pop!!
