White Eagle Warrior 2

The Living Corpse Squad

"Listening to all the sounds of nature makes me long for the past. The sound of the night bird, the sound of the wind that sends a sad message from the cry of wolves and all the beautiful memories that I still remember in my mind," said the Goddess of Fire.

"So, you crave a massacre like this? Hmm ... Sometimes things demand that we change."

The Fire Goddess smiled faintly, her feet throwing the body of a swordsman who had fallen lifeless. There were no more number of corpses scattered throughout the clan courtyard. The atmosphere that had originally revealed the embodiment of a beautiful night, turned into an extremely terrifying one. Where the bodies are scattered in an uncertain direction, as if human life is useless.

A battle with a very sadistic massacre, reminiscent of a decade ago. When both are still actively traveling, every day fighting to eradicate the criminals. It was only natural that the Fire Goddess called it a reunion.

That night, without them knowing if what the two are doing is witnessed by their children. With wide-eyed eyes, the three boys who had never met such a big battle were shown how black their parents were. If a man with the title of swordsman is kind, able to act more cruelly than a robber. Without compassion, they forcibly took the life point that the opponent had.

Wira Lodra was flabbergasted without a word. Apparently, what he had heard about the lunge of a pair of young warriors was only a small part of it. In front of his eyes, the Lodra Wira witnessed for themselves how much more terrifying they were.

"How is this?! If left unchecked, then our army will definitely run out. Quickly think of something" Wira Lodra told the adviser.

The advisor in the Rain Shield Clan was a senior warrior who had recently been brought by the Orange Moon from the headquarters. People often call it Buyut Kafan. He came not only tasked with making the clan great but also with some special missions. He was also the one in charge of the joint project between the Rain Shield Clan and the Tower of Death. The corpse collection project of the warriors.

The Shroud Buyut is the one who created the Needle of Life. He is the father of all the undead. Until it was seen that he was not so worried about seeing dozens of Rain Shield Clan members killed. After they finish, they will all be able to be revived. It will even become more submissive, becoming a good slave.

"You don't worry, look how I helped you. I am also curious, to what extent these two warriors can survive," replied the Kafan Buyut.

Lodra heroes can breathe with relief. In any case, he slightly objected that his entire men should become undead. Because it will make the prestige so dim when the undead are more listening to the orders of the Great Shroud than others. So what does leadership position mean?

The hero Lodra and the other great warriors, stared unblinkingly. They are waiting for what Buyut Kafan will do.

"Haha! Goodbye again, warriors!" a loud laugh sounded from the roof.

Only the Shroud Buyut is smiling. Then followed by Wira Lodra and other heretical warriors. Kafan Buyut has begun to take down the undead of his creation.

"Ah, isn't he the Golden Bow and his minions?! Didn't you say that the group was wiped out?!" The Fire Goddess was shocked.

No less surprised, Mahesa was staring one by one their new opponents who had sprung up from the roof. Yeah, correct. The Golden Bow and its minions, are unmistakable. Didn't they disappear ten years ago?!

"Interesting, interesting! Very enticing. At my age, I had the opportunity to witness a shocked and even amazed expression. Ahaha! Now, I believe with all my faith. If you turn out to be just ordinary humans," the Grand Shroud chuckled, clapping nonstop.

Mahesa and the Fire Goddess interlock lyrics. The two did not recognize who was speaking. The cult figure was so senior, but it felt like they had never met anything else involved.

"Master! I don't understand, can you give me a reason for all this?!" ask Mahesa. His voice did sound slow, but the tremors of his profound energy and concentration enveloped the entire place.

The Shroud returned laughing. He was so sorry for his useless life. The number of age that has been sepuh has not even been able to make people remember.

"From now on, ah no. Maybe a few more years. Then everyone will tremble every time my name is called" the Shroud concluded in a sad tone. As a swordsman, he claimed to be very sad when his name was not recognized even by famous warriors in the class of White Eagle and Fire Goddess.

"I mean, he's just pretending. You see who's under his control? I believe he is the mastermind behind the terror of the evil warriors who have died" Mahesa whispered to his wife.

"The undead army?! Do you think we can kill a dead man?!" The Fire Goddess raised her eyebrows. The couple whispered to each other when the Shroud Buyut spoke across the street.

"I don't expect, if what Hita once told me turns out to be reasonable," Mahesa recalled how Suhita met the group of people carrying the coffins. At that time, Mahesa considered if Suhita's suspicion was just an unwarranted issue. However, the undead was indeed real.

"There is clearly something controlling then the corpse can take effect and obey the orders of its Master. When we get that weak point, it is not impossible if they will die a second time" Mahesa said.

"Chiihhh! You white warriors are very arrogant. For a long time now, you have assumed that you are the truth. Even when I speak, you don't care!" with wrath, Buyut Kafan shouted out loud.

"Kids, it's time for you to party!" Buyut Kafan turned his words to the group of the undead who stood at the sculpting. The Shroud Buyut reached into something from his pocket, then seiiring with the sprinkling of powder dozens of undead jumped to attack.

From behind the wall in an unknown location, Suhita watched with mixed hearts. He was the only one who knew everything. Regarding the undead, About the Needles of Life that control the corpses, as well as about the Orchid Powder Lifter sown towards Mahesa and the Fire Goddess.

The living corpses are immune to sharp weapons. Although dozens of ice crystal spears as well as fire energy would not be able to pierce through their skin. Unless one could pluck out the Life Needle that had stuck in the back of the undead head, then the undead body itself would turn into ashes.

"Dad, tell me how can I help me?!" suhita's voice shook, the boy almost cried. Desperate, whatever he tried to do to get out of the holding room was all a failure and a waste. Suhita had to tell her father about the weakness of the undead army.