Quickly, Thoren began to distribute his force. If he was going to end this battle in one clean swoop, he needed to plan carefully.
He did not want any of his prey to escape.
Ten minutes later, the hundreds of undead servants had surrounded the four groups, pinning them to the center.
With this, he nodded with a pleased smile creeping up his face.
"Let the show begin," he whispered softly.
Whoosh!
From the sky, the four undead Sanguine Vultures came down to kill, their terrifying bloody sharp feathers hardened like deadly daggers.
Seated on the ground, the four people drinking an unknown liquid laughed softly among themselves.
They were two young men and two young women.
Couples.
To them, the night was tense but still manageable.
They had survived many dangers in the Bleeding Desert, and they believed their caution was enough.
Suddenly, one of the women raised her brow.
"Something is not right," she whispered and rose to her feet.
Swish!
