Chapter four first turn Quest

Chapter four first turn Quest

Crow's Level: 10

Class: Shadow monarch

Strength 100

Mana 1,900

Defense 100

Energy 209

Skills:

- Shadow Extraction (Lv. 2): Bring the dead back to life, under Crow's control (134 / 10,000)

74 level 1 goblins 50 level 12 orcs

- General Magic Resistance (Lv. 2):

- Physical Resistance (Lv. 2):

Crow surveys his growing army of the dead, he feels a dark satisfaction welling up inside him. The power at his fingertips is intoxicating, the ability to raise the fallen and bend them to his will a heady elixir. He knows that with this army at his side, no force in this realm will be able to stand against him.

But Crow's ambition knows no bounds. He hungers for more power, more undead soldiers to swell the ranks of his shadow army. With a thought, he sends his soldiers forth to scour the surrounding countryside, to bring back every fallen creature they can find. The land will become a graveyard, a vast necropolis teeming with the undead, all answerable only to Crow.

Crow, his eyes gleaming with determination, studies the quest notification that flickers before him. A cold smile spreads across his face as he reads:

First turn quest (Hell level)

*Slay 500 goblins.* (74/500)

*Slay level 20 Goblin King*

beside him, his shadow goblins and orcs stand ready, their forms barely visible in the dim light of the forest. He turns to his undead minions, his voice a low growl, "crow: We march. The Goblin King's reign ends today."

The army sets off, moving silently through the dense forest. The shadow creatures seem to merge with the darkness, their movements fluid and stealthy. Crow, at the forefront, feels the familiar pull of the power within, his senses heightened, guiding him towards the heart of the Goblin Kingdom.

Crow leads his shadow army through the dark forests, towards the hidden lair of the Goblin King. The quest is a calling, a siren song that urges him forward. With each step, he feels the darkness within growing stronger, feeding off the anticipation of the slaughter to come.

After hours of travel, they reach the entrance to the Goblin Kingdom. A massive stone archway looms before them, twisted and pitted with age. Beyond it, torches flicker in the distance, casting a sickly orange glow.

Crow raises a hand, and his army halts. With a thought, he commands half of his forces to remain hidden in the shadows of the forest, a reserve to overwhelm any reinforcements that might arrive.

"Crow: Move out," Crow orders, his voice barely above a whisper. He strides towards the archway, his undead soldiers marching in perfect unison behind him.

Crow steps into the dimly lit tunnel leading deeper into the Goblin Kingdom, the stone walls closing in around his shadowy form. He turns to the soldiers beside him, their once solid forms now composed of writhing shadows. "Crow: Remember," he whispers, "death holds no finality for us. Our numbers will only grow in this place of darkness."

The tunnel opens into a vast cavern, filled with the chittering and grunting of goblins. The air is thick with the stench of their lair, a mix of decay and the acrid smoke from the tiny fires dotted around. The goblins, sensing the invaders, scramble to arms, their weapons clanging loudly in the enclosed space.

"Crow: Charge!" Crow's voice rings out, a command that reverberates through the cavern. The shadow soldiers surge forward, their forms blurring as they attack with a silent ferocity.