Translation
One day I'll fly away
he was adorned with an implied nasal bone which was more like an oval hole. Its partially rotten skin was grayish in color.
He stamped his bony foot angrily.
"You useless, can't you do anything right ?!"
The guards still looked puzzled, as far as visible emotions were at all possible in an undead face.
"But sir, we kill this scum as ordered," said the guard, while he raised his bony hands to soothe the quick-tempered knight as much as possible.
“Ordered, who ordered THAT?” The bald head pointed with his skeletal index finger at the trees and the people hanging there, while his dark voice almost cracked in anger. But he didn't even let the two have their say. He let out the air between his rotten teeth to calm himself down and finally continued calmly.
"Be that as it may! If someone else should deal with this topic, I will in any case not fill my eternity with such nonsense!"
His gaze slid once more over the man's corpse before turning his attention to the people who were still alive.He counted their number and made an angry face again.
"About 30 people. Hmm ... not a lot, but better than nothing."
"Lord," said a guard hesitantly. "Have we been given wrong orders?"
"It seems!" He uttered angrily. "This scrap should be brought to Undercity. You found traders who pay a high amount of gold for slaves, gladiators and test objects. 30 of these people are not necessarily many, but should be enough to cover the first demand for the time being." finally continued after a short pause. "Bring these vermin to Undercity and each and every one of them alive! I will not tolerate any further bloody games on my goods, if only ONE SINGLE loses his life on the way to Undercity, you will pay for the damage! Do you understand ?!"
The guards nodded quickly. They understood and they knew that their master was not fun for me and especially not when it was about gold. No matter who gave them those wrong orders, they would soon be breathless.
The undead knight swung back onto his horse. “Please hurt yourselves, the traders don't wait forever!” With that he turned his horse around and galloped back to the capital of the undead, to the lower city, at the same speed as he had come back to the capital of the undead.
Hurt yourselves ...
The guards couldn't be told twice, she quickly gave orders to the rest of the undead guards to leave.
The next thing Ailana heard again were hectic shouts around her, but she didn't understand this strange language and actually it didn't really interest her. Strictly speaking, she didn't really care about anything at the moment. She still felt empty, so incredibly empty and tired of everything. Just as empty as the dead eyes of the man in front of her, which still fixed her. But suddenly a pain shot through her body. She felt herself being pulled up from the floor and stood on her feet. Only now did she notice that she was trembling a bit all over, her knees felt incredibly wobbly, as if they were going to give in any moment. She looked around to see who had prepared her this pain and only saw one of the undead guards rotten face for a moment. She turned her head away in disgust as she smelled the foul smelling odor of the undead.
He had grabbed Ailana, who was crouching on the floor, roughly by her upper arm and set her up. She was young and apparently still able enough to walk on its own, the undead thought to himself. He should be right about that.
The undead was leaving Ailana as quickly as it had come. She fixed her gaze on him for a while longer, just to make sure that he wouldn't get too close to her again. While she only slowly averted her gaze from the guard, her eyes slid over her surroundings.It was a real uproar!
Undead guards ran around everywhere, dragging the people crouched on the ground. Every now and then Ailana observed how apparently very weak creatures were pulled out of line and rudely locked into a converted wooden cart, which came very close to a cage. Some of these poor people stopped moving, they probably wouldn't live much longer.
>> Then they finally got it over with <<
Brought behind you? Did she really think so? If she thought about it, she was lucky ... or not? After all, it would have been her turn now. She should have hung on that tree or in her own blood. So was it good or bad that she wasn't dead yet? Good or bad?! She brooded while she eyed the hectic hustle and bustle around her suspiciously. Was she glad she was still alive? She listened to herself for a moment ...
>> ...? <<
… Nothing! There was nothing left.
He stamped his bony foot angrily.
"You useless, can't you do anything right ?!"
The guards still looked puzzled, as far as visible emotions were at all possible in an undead face.
"But sir, we kill this scum as ordered," said the guard, while he raised his bony hands to soothe the quick-tempered knight as much as possible.
“Ordered, who ordered THAT?” The bald head pointed with his skeletal index finger at the trees and the people hanging there, while his dark voice almost cracked in anger. But he didn't even let the two have their say. He let out the air between his rotten teeth to calm himself down and finally continued calmly.
"Be that as it may! If someone else should deal with this topic, I will in any case not fill my eternity with such nonsense!"
His gaze slid once more over the man's corpse before turning his attention to the people who were still alive.He counted their number and made an angry face again.
"About 30 people. Hmm ... not a lot, but better than nothing."
"Lord," said a guard hesitantly. "Have we been given wrong orders?"
"It seems!" He uttered angrily. "This scrap should be brought to Undercity. You found traders who pay a high amount of gold for slaves, gladiators and test objects. 30 of these people are not necessarily many, but should be enough to cover the first demand for the time being." finally continued after a short pause. "Bring these vermin to Undercity and each and every one of them alive! I will not tolerate any further bloody games on my goods, if only ONE SINGLE loses his life on the way to Undercity, you will pay for the damage! Do you understand ?!"
The guards nodded quickly. They understood and they knew that their master was not fun for me and especially not when it was about gold. No matter who gave them those wrong orders, they would soon be breathless.
The undead knight swung back onto his horse. “Please hurt yourselves, the traders don't wait forever!” With that he turned his horse around and galloped back to the capital of the undead, to the lower city, at the same speed as he had come back to the capital of the undead.
Hurt yourselves ...
The guards couldn't be told twice, she quickly gave orders to the rest of the undead guards to leave.
The next thing Ailana heard again were hectic shouts around her, but she didn't understand this strange language and actually it didn't really interest her. Strictly speaking, she didn't really care about anything at the moment. She still felt empty, so incredibly empty and tired of everything. Just as empty as the dead eyes of the man in front of her, which still fixed her. But suddenly a pain shot through her body. She felt herself being pulled up from the floor and stood on her feet. Only now did she notice that she was trembling a bit all over, her knees felt incredibly wobbly, as if they were going to give in any moment. She looked around to see who had prepared her this pain and only saw one of the undead guards rotten face for a moment. She turned her head away in disgust as she smelled the foul smelling odor of the undead.
He had grabbed Ailana, who was crouching on the floor, roughly by her upper arm and set her up. She was young and apparently still able enough to walk on its own, the undead thought to himself. He should be right about that.
The undead was leaving Ailana as quickly as it had come. She fixed her gaze on him for a while longer, just to make sure that he wouldn't get too close to her again. While she only slowly averted her gaze from the guard, her eyes slid over her surroundings.It was a real uproar!
Undead guards ran around everywhere, dragging the people crouched on the ground. Every now and then Ailana observed how apparently very weak creatures were pulled out of line and rudely locked into a converted wooden cart, which came very close to a cage. Some of these poor people stopped moving, they probably wouldn't live much longer.
>> Then they finally got it over with <<
Brought behind you? Did she really think so? If she thought about it, she was lucky ... or not? After all, it would have been her turn now. She should have hung on that tree or in her own blood. So was it good or bad that she wasn't dead yet? Good or bad?! She brooded while she eyed the hectic hustle and bustle around her suspiciously. Was she glad she was still alive? She listened to herself for a moment ...
>> ...? <<
… Nothing! There was nothing left.