Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

The inside of the ancient construction was rather modest, it was a place only for undeads to dwell in after all, there was no need for anything flowery or superficial, only the bare minimum, space and equipment, the inside was clouded with an old miasma, not quite as aggressive as Loimos’s own, but it was sufficient, inside, many undeads similar to the mage he had picked up could be found.

Other mana practitioners and some warriors wearing old armour, they couldn’t say much, but they were capable of speaking some words in the death tongue, it was good to know that old forces of the army were still operational to this day.

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Much like One, the ones that weren’t mindless seemed to simply know that their king would eventually reclaim his throne, waiting in the ancient fortresses for his return to attack the nearby cities, however, Loimos wasn’t too keen on them throwing themselves against a well-established civilisation the second King Nitokwas broken from his seal.

It made little doubt that they would at least suffer lots of losses, if not outright lose, Pezerx was definitely well aware of the undeads stacked up in the buried ruins, they didn’t do anything about it for now because it wasn’t an active issue, but it would be foolish of them not to have a few things prepared in case the dead decided to launch an attack.

As such, in the absence of any leading figure amidst the undeads, Loimos took up the role, with his immense and immaculate death force, as well as his perfect speech in the death tongue, there was no doubt in their bones that the undead was effectively their hierarchical superior.

He ordered them to take in the undeads he had raised in the desert, except for the mage, and instructed them to bury the ruin as deep as they possibly could, ensuring that the remaining forces of their king were kept safe.

Making certain that they would stay put upon Nitok’s release from his seal, he wanted them to be available for the king to command them directly, he was a professional after all, the undead leading the entirety of the dead and having the loyalty of the gravelords had to be a glorious strategist, it was best to leave as many soldiers for him to order around.

After all, it was undeniable that nowadays, the threat of the dead wasn’t nearly that big of an issue, apart from highly dangerous zones like the desert of Pezerx, undeads rarely naturally formed, Faraday would say that at the height of his the king’s rule, the living had to destroy every corpses for even deep within the territories of the living, the dead would rise of their own all of the times soon after death.

The death hunter were still active, and the ire they held toward the dead was strong, however, they had much less work than during the rule of Nitok, back then, every single one of the hunters had been powerhouses, not so much today, Loimos had been able of defeating one on his own even.

The stronghold sunk back into the ground, much deeper than before, sand covering over it under the gaze of Loimos and the nameless mage, the latter was still needed around to raise the dead and gather more forces as they went, as well as opening the way to the other fortresses.

Loimos was able of sensing travellers and adventurers from afar, upon gathering a sufficient amount of undeads, he would launch carefully prepared attacks upon the unsuspecting groups, the first few days ended up in quite a lot of adventurer casualties, the travellers weren’t very numerous, and no one would notice their disappearances, the adventurers however, it was quickly noticed that the parties had a tendency of vanishing more often than they used to.

It wasn’t simple of pinpointing the cause for the desert people, Loimos didn’t let anyone live to tell the tale, and made sure that him and his convoy of corpses didn’t linger anywhere close to the cities, only attacking the living that wandered far into the desert for one reason or another.

The killing wasn’t the main objective anyways, Loimos was simply using the guidance of the mage to visit each of the ancient constructs, awakening undeads and raising the corpses of desert crawlers as they went, adding additional forces to every ruin they visited whilst also making sure that they received Loimos’s orders, it took multiple months to move around, but it was definitely worth the trouble, strengthening their foundation for when King Nitok took the reigns was of great importance.

Adventurers became rare to encounter, and by the end of it, Loimos had been able to relay his words to every location and amass greater numbers without anything happening, the living were oblivious to his actions, allowing him to fulfil his mission without any hitch.

Learning the necromantic art from the mage before leaving him in the last place they visited, Loimos also got himself a bow and a whole bunch of arrows while he was here as well, and contrary to what had been expected, despite the temperaties continuously increasing bit by bit every day, he hadn’t caught on fire yet, but the summer season and the twin suns didn’t appear to be on their way off either.

His boots filled with both sand and salt now, Loimos stepped out of the great desert, his stay uneventful, but of much importance, he had discovered that none of the rulers of the desert appointed by the king remained, they had all been truly eradicated.

The sand was soon cut off, Pezerx and Tochi separated from one another by a measly river, which Loimos was simply able to walk through, immediately, he could tell that this kingdom was much different from anywhere he had been before.

He had known this from his research, but the impression was still the same, the grass wasn’t the same green as usual, the trees had thick trunks and grew in serpentine shapes, blossoming with atypical colours.

And although he had yet to reach any sort of civilisation, some locals were kind enough to come over to him as soon as he stepped out of the water, tribal-looking monsters of various sizes were already coming over to bash him over the head.

Monsters really didn’t know to leave a lone, putrefied carcass by itself, did they?