Warlord

In the moonlight they were ragged, like refugees.

Of course, there wouldn’t be any refugees travelling in the middle of the night.

These people were surprisingly pale, but their eyes were glowing red.

More or less, there were signs of muscle decay, and even more severe, bones that were already white.

They were living corpses, humanoid monsters.

Likes to move in the night, capturing humans and all living creatures for food.

Now the corpses were staggering along the road.

Behind them, even more living corpses walked out from the direction of the Silver Tree City.

“Thirty, maybe more.”