On the ground, Osbert watched the carnage around him in sheer horror.
If it wasn't for the undead knight grabbing him at the last moment and hurling him away, he would have turned into a gory paste.
Just… just what the hell was that thing? He thought to himself as he rose to his feet.
All around him, the orcs had begun to visibly panic. The formation had become chaotic, and some of them at the rear had even begun to flee. If this continued, then the entire army would soon scatter.
He quickly retrieved a skull-shaped artifact from his inner robes. With a desperate look on his face, he bit his tongue and spat blood on the skull. A moment later, he infused it with mana. Following that, the movement of the orcs stilled.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He roared at the top of his lungs.
