The Army of the Undead

"He lies." Daghula snapped, the great Black Blade leaping into his hand almost of its own
volition, the life within it resonating up his arm with its hunger and bloodlust. Instantly every man was
against him and these were not the bumbling cut-purses they had encountered in Nan Chun. These men
were salt of the earth, men used to the rigors of a harsh existence, and righteous men.
Daghula spurred his horse forward as a villagers closed on him. The Black Blade danced out to
take the head from his ...