Conspiracy (4)

"What do you command, my liege? I, the one named as Yan, shall serve you for all  eternity." Yan said with nothing but utmost respect in his voice.

"I won't be wandering here for eternity. Nor am I interested in doing that." Arnold shrugged his shoulder, "Either way, I do have a task for you."

Arnold pointed towards the pile of corpses next to Yan. He didn't say a word but Yan heard his master's command loud and clear. 

Yan got back to his feet and started mumbling to himself. It sounded like some ancient gibberish language when in fact it was a spell, the reanimation spell that was created by Yan over the centuries during which he had spent his life as an elf. He finished his spell and within moments, thousands of corpses rose from the pile.