Intermission: Lord of Death (Dwarf King POV)

The army of the goblins was much more threatening now that they’re in front of the capital.

Just like when the Undead Army of old went by, I froze with fear for a moment, but I quickly regained my composure.

I ordered my men to make the first move by attacking them with cannons and ballistae.

But they deflected it, with a barrier!?

When did the goblin mages become that useful? Before, they can only cast weak spells that they cast together to make it worth blocking.

This is getting complicated. I did not expect the goblins to reflect our best defenses.

As I tried to think of another way to win this battle, the sky went fire red.

I thought it was already sunset but it was not. It was just morning… Why is the sun already setting?

When I looked, I could not believe my eyes.

The inside of the barrier of the goblins.

Explosions filled it. It was hell.

It was the exact same spell that destroyed our ancestral home. Back when the dwarves were plentiful.

The abominable .

I can’t believe it, only one-fourth the goblin army was left.

It might be a smaller version of the spell but, to be able to do that.

That undead creature has to be a monster.

I used the confusion caused by the explosions to have my ground army attack.

Just as when I was trying to wrap my head around things.

The reported Behemoth was now fighting the undead leader, as said by my scouts. And he even had an Undead Behemoth of his own!

The last straw would be that my scouts reported that a descendant of the Ice Queen might be part of their group.

They saw an Ice spear spell that could only be read in legends since the Ice Queen lived thousands of years ago.

Who are these people?

By the way, The goblins are also weird. They are still fighting and did not seem to be scared at all. It was like they were intent on dying here at this battle or following their orders — no morale drop for them even when we took down their fat goblin king. Even the king did not look aware of what’s transpiring.

All in all, it was a victory. We only had injuries, and no casualties reported.

Now time to meet our savior.

Is he a direct descendant of the Skeleton King? A general?

Or maybe even a duke or second-in-command.

While waiting for them to arrive, I felt an indescribable chill. It was like death itself has come into our doors.

I looked up. Shadow was covering our army.

A Bone Behemoth! And on top of it, the leader of their army. Idmon!

He jumped down, carrying his spear and shield.

Crashing down and causing shockwaves.

A banshee followed him, causing a chilling aura to everyone around. He was covered in unnatural energies, like a robe of death.

Then he talked to me using .

Idmon: “(t) Nice to meet you, Dwarven King.”

I was mistaken.

This guy is the Lord of Death.

I had my servants kneel, and I made a short bow.

Dwarf King Wargh: “The pleasure is ours, Lord Idmon.”