WarSon

This is the story of a normal person, who had a great fondness for role-playing games, in such a way that all his free time was dedicated to them. Suddenly, one day he closes his eyes and is sent to a world of magic and fantasy, in which he became the final boss of an imposing magical castle and in his position as overlord he will change the course of his new world forever. Follow the story of the inhabitants of Damenburg Castle and immerse yourself in an incredible story in a world of magic and medieval fantasy from the villain's perspective

The Lord

"Wha! Whaaaa! " One of the soldiers screamed in fear, falling off the defensive perimeter walls. Stumbling in the direction of Geralt, the captain of the apparent last force remaining in the city, the guard looked up in whose eyes horror was etched.

"The-The walking dead ... an endless horde of the walking dead is approaching the barricade!"

Geralt looked up at the makeshift barricade and immediately ran to the top of the battlement. His eyes widened in horror looking down. Undead, infinite in number and shape, they paced slowly towards the doors.

Not far away on the rooftops, hooded figures in black robes appeared, preparing their spells for the assault.

O'Boyle was watching the scene too, shaking with horror. Azrael sighed, there was no other alternative, he unlocked the sheath from his belt and held it firmly with his left hand. I kept his right hand free and ready to act. .

Ghost Night, Part 7