Boom!
Falakfu, like a ragged sack, slammed heavily onto the village gate, causing a trembling and shaking, with dust "rustling" falling down.
Seeing Falakfu severely injured, lying limp beneath the gate, the militia on the wall let out a cry of amazement, their faces filled with horror. However, not one of them dared to open the gate to rescue him.
The zombified war general stepped forward and grabbed Falakfu by the collar, lifting him halfway. A mocking smile spread across the terrifying face of the undead general.
"Humans, how pitiful that your companions have abandoned you..."
Falakfu's mouth was full of blood, struggling to say something, but not a single word came out.
"Come, let me grant you even greater power, and become a member of the Undead!" The zombie general opened his mouth wide, and a dark mist spewed from its fang-filled maw, tunneling into Falakfu's nose and mouth.
Light Strike!
