Everything happened too fast... a flash of hope emerged on the horizon, we thought that our freedom would come and that we would throw away the yoke that imprisoned us so much ... but everything has vanished, all these years have gone to stop at nothing... We only remember his dead voice and his cryogenic gaze, we discover that our supposed liberation was created by the one who oppressed us so strongly, with the aim of making us strong. of course it worked. He only had to raise his hand to bring all the fallen back into slavery, what hammered us the conscience was that macabre laugh of that damn sarcastic skeleton, some say that he is older than our master, it seems as if nothing mattered to him anymore... He discovered long ago that existence was just a sadistic game or just a bad joke, this no longer matters... NOTHING MATTERS.
Our leader was turned into an undead abomination, that was that everyone lost hope and decided to surrender to the master ... but in the afterlife, a mass suicide began that lasted several days, you could only hear that damn sarcastic laugh in this icy, lifeless tundra, until the master, formerly static as a statue, spoke to that skeleton.
"So many fresh corpses to take advantage of... but it does not suit the balance that this breed is extinct, they have to continue to give offspring... then if they die to feed the nexus" The voice of the master rumbles in my already terrified head.
But suddenly a calm came... It was very strange, I think they need us alive so that we multiply to collect more corpses, such as the farmer who plants the seed and waits for it to grow... to then cut it with the scythe, my body shudders just to think about it, but I think I know what I have to do, I can't fight them... that's why I'm going to have to join them.
Form a group of hundreds of my brothers and sisters to train us... I'm not looking to do another rebellion, I just want to do my mission in the best way possible... I WILL STRENGTHEN MY RACE TO PLEASE THE MASTER AND THUS GIVE HIM A STRONGER ARMY.
I notice that I speak aloud and that a cold presence had been placed behind my back.
"So... that's your plan, it seems very interesting... unusabilityl, but that's interesting"It's the dark presence behind my back, I turn around with a combination of courage and fear... he's the master.
"We will strive to enforce your plans" I reply with some shyness, the master examines me a little... seems to smile a little.
"This is very pathetic... don't you think, the rebels are looking for something to do with their already miserable lives... "It's that sarcastic skeleton again.
"Krom... I see that you also notice it... Interesting... of this matter" The master speaks as he has his gaze fixed on me.
"Master... Let us help you, we can serve you... even before I die" I let out some pathetic words, at that moment it seems that this Krom guy is preparing to attack me psychologically with the best you have... but the master starts talking.
"You know I'd only use them as cannon fodder... You have a good enthusiasm... but that won't do you any good, it just brings more descendants and you'll be helping me," the teacher speaks mercilessly or considerately.
"I've been training with my brothers... we can be useful to you on the front, that experience can be of great value to my race" I try to convince you with all my strength, the skeleton Krom looks at me with the face of Seriously?, the master turns and leaves... but first it says, "Come with us if you want... but that alone will speed up your death," without hearing his warning, I decide to venture out with my race.
Months pass as if they were seconds... Orcs... Human... And then demons, the master was right all this time, we only serve cannon fodder. but no matter that we are still here, a new generation of nerubians are born outside dead mountain, I hope they are much stronger, the dark magic has helped the few survivors to continue fighting... the voracious young have been able to get fed up with the living by being dumped in clouds or corpses when the battle is over, to the pleasure of the Scarec Nexus, I have also met the old leader of the ancient rebellion... but reanimated as an undead, his power reached levels that a nerubians had ever thought.
Ornasion the Destroyer has finally fallen... but it had only been sent as cannon fodder as well, but it is noticeable that it would be a corpse of great use to the master... now I'm going back to Dead Mountain again.
The new generation is very strong, although only they were saved as the last battle was too much for the remaining seven, among them... I myself, Master Aridon has reanimated me again, as soon as we reached the mountains he directed me a few last words: "I told you that we would only use you as cannon fodder... and that you would die early... but that will be an invaluable experience for your race... because I think something like this will ever happen again... I have to think a lot about balance, so I'll be meditating for a while... I hope they don't do crazy things without my consent" The master has spoken to me as cold as ever, but it is good to know that he always reminded me.
How did you know you were talking to the same nerubian as before? I asked the master curiously and he responded like a glass dagger.
"I didn't know... even if it wasn't you, I wouldn't be wasting my time looking for you... just grab the first nerubian I saw" That was the last time I saw him.