Like an old man enjoying the shade under a tree, he gently rocked in his chair, accompanied by the soft creaking sounds as he finalized the task and sent it out.
Before long.
The military personnel and clergy at the rear camp soon heard a clamor. They saw the two thousand Undead Foreigners, who had been standing by, springing into action and swarming out of the camp towards the distant castle.
From the mouths of these Undead Foreigners came shouts that were incomprehensible:
"Get going, get going!"
"Dammit, finally a task! I was about to die of impatience!"
"I know you're anxious, but try not to rush."
"During the last version's Scarlet Battle, I was constantly tormented by this thing. Now watch me wipe out those 'Fallen Flesh Puppets'!"
"You've got it wrong, man. Last version's were called 'Fallen Believers', not the same kind of monster at all..."
