Raising her sword, the Wight King made a powerful attack against Keil, she quickly raised the shield to stop the attack.
As the flaming sword struck the sturdy shield there was a terrible explosion.
Being pushed back by the blast, Keil's posture remained completely unchanged.
The Wight King hadn't finished her assault, set using the same momentum from the initial attack, she moved in Keil's direction, dragging her flaming sword across the ground and burning himself in the process.
Intercepting the upward shortcut with her sword, Keil used the edge of her shield to directly hit the Wight King right on the Helm.
As expected of an enemy of her level, Keil's attack had been ineffective.
It was a Tank vs. Tank battle.
"[Frostbolt]" Francis shot at Zark as he moved in the direction of the river.
"[Firebolt]" counterattackin
"I am Charl Richter" were the words of the Wight King after having crushed the head of the Necromancer."It's a pleasure, I'm Zark Ar Zathot ..." Zark himself started, then he continued with his companions "They are Keil, Nyos and Ingrid"The Wight King introduced as Charl nodded, then walked over to Ingrid; once he was close enough to her, Charl fell on one of her knees, under her head and pronounced "Thank you, you have freed me and for that I am grateful"With a warm smile, Ingrid nodded "It is not necessary to thank, I just gave you back control over your body""I'm still grateful, but ..." after a few moments, Charl continued "Why?""Because you have a conscience" the question was not answered by Ingrid, as it was answered by Zark."But I am an Undead""That doesn't matter, my own father is more or less the Undead" declared Ingrid in a confident voice.Confused, Charl stared in Zark's direction; on the other hand, Zark brought his left hand to his face, partially covering his lef
When drinking the water, I did not notice any difference, did not even perceive the typical wet sensation of water.Although he noticed how the water entered his throat and down his throat, as such he did not feel that the water had cooled him.Disappointed, he set the cup on the table. "Thanks for boiling water for me, I really appreciate it.""You are too considerate, you don't have to be grateful."Zark nodded his head slightly in acceptance, his words causing the couple to feel nervous. They couldn't imagine that the person who defeated legendary necromancers, faced towering Wight Kings, and dominated entire armies of the undead would be grateful for a simple glass of water.But this way of acting was not strange to Zark. Showing a friendly attitude was definitely a good thing.“... If that's the case why don't we get to the point? the discussion about our reward. ""Yes. However, before we start the negotiations ... Thank you very much! "Gregar bowed in thanks, his head nearly h
On the table, reflecting the sunlight, a pile of shiny and beautiful golden coins lay.There were about a hundred gold coins; Gregar had never seen with his own eyes so much wealth accumulated in one place.So close, but at the same time so far.Before today, it had been years since he last touched a gold coin; now, before him, was a small pile of these.The reflections of the solar rays coming from the coins was a synonym for requisition, a requisition impossible for him to obtain.Gregar's hand trembled as he slowly approached the gold coins.He knew that the mysterious person named Zark was staring at him, but that didn't matter to him.After picking up a coin, he stroked it gently, as if he was trying to verify that it was real.Obviously the coin was real, each and every one was equally thick and the engraving on both sides was perfect and identical, impossible to differentiate one from the other.Looking up from the coin, he saw Zark's eyes directly, though he didn't say anythin
The victory celebration would take place in the center of town.The preparations were not at all elegant, they consisted mainly of a large table, along with some food and torches to light the place.As he watched from a distance how everything unfolded, only one thing was on Zark's mind.Seeing how all the peasants, after the revolt due to despair, tried to do something to celebrate that they were still alive.Although they did not possess much, they tried to hold a celebration as a way of thanking Zark.Even if it wasn't enough, his humility touched Zark.".... We are finished here, once the celebration begins, we will say our farewell, after that we will return to the castle.""It is understood." Keil who was next to Zark answered."Where is Ingrid?"“Said she needed to talk to a…. Human"Keil's voice was strained. Since there was no danger present, there was no reason for her to be so alert.Considering this, there was only one reason for that. Zark, using a low tone of voice, aske
From the shadow of a building, Marcel had seen it all.From how the townspeople had gained the courage to fight, to how, minutes later, his courage had been shattered by a colossal force.Power was everything, Marcel had learned that recently.Unlike the villagers, Marcel remained calm at all times, even his own cousins had fallen into despair.Marcel's calm was due to two things.First of all, dying or living did not matter to him, his parents had died, what else could they take from him?The other reason was that Marcel already knew that the town would be saved.Before dawn, Ingrid, the beautiful girl who had saved him, had infiltrated the place where he had slept.Marcel knew that she was not human, but for him, that was irrelevant, human or not, she was a good person.At first he was unable to believe him, but as he related in more detail what would happen, the more Marcel became convinced that their words were true.Once the attack was over and the undead army was no longer in
The bedroom door creaked open and Father Wilkud entered the room where the dying men were to die. The air in the room was stale and heavy with the stench of death. The flame of the single candle sizzled in the sudden draft of air, casting monstrous ghostly shadows that fluttered across the walls. At first Father Wilkud barely made out that someone was huddled under the covers of the small bed. It looked as if one of the brothers had removed his habit and carelessly tossed it on the bed. It wasn't until the seemingly empty garment moved and the wrinkled cloth fell from a head that was little more than skin stretched over a skull, that the priest was certain that someone was there. The figure was frail and looked old, very, very old… His head was completely bald and dotted with freckles, and the only visible hair was thick gray eyebrows. His bony hands had been deformed by some cruel degenerative disease to look like claws. The old man's skin was paper thin, taut on the bones he cove
The first time I saw a corpse, I was five years old.Well, I guess that's not entirely true. He had seen Old Jack, Black Jack, the town drunk, before that. But it was the first time I had seen the corpse of someone close to me. Now it seems strange to think that he has never been close to someone, but in other times, I must admit, that someone was my mother. She had died of a fever.Did her death affect me deeply? Looking back now, I think it must have been.My sister Karen was only three at the time, and she could barely remember our mother. Our dear mother. But to me, her smiling face is as warm and bright as she was when she was alive; even now, after so many, so many years.It was she who raised us, who took care of us. She was the one who fed us when we were hungry, she comforted us when we were sick or unsafe, she encouraged us when we were sad. She was the one who loved us.And for us she was much more than just a mother. Certainly, she was
The old year had already ended, and now, with the joyful celebrations of the new year, the first signs that announced the arrival of spring were already visible in the territory, present in the trees, in the undergrowth, even in the scent of the air. .New life would soon come to the Empire, after the dead months of winter.A subtle mist rose from the meadows that stretched adjacent to the tree line that lined the road, where the warm golden rays of the first sunlight evaporated the night dew from the ground.The first light green shoots were almost visible, and the fingers of the still-lifeless tree branches curved up into the gray sky and formed a passageway above the road.In just a matter of days, Viktor would begin a formation that would allow him to become one of the greatest wizards the Empire had ever known.And then, among the trees, across the mist-shrouded pastures, he saw her, the great city of Genbofen.Viktor gave an audible ga
The Damenburg castle was a almost impregnable defensive structure. Able to support a siege for years due to the large amount of resources and supplies that were inside.If any intruder was able to infiltrate, it would meet many unpleasant surprises. As the Metroidvania construction of the castle caused its route partially labyrinthic and convoluted.Some areas of the castle were fully blocked and removable if certain items that worked as a key was not possessed.The location of the castle was a total mystery, because it was inside a valley between mountains and in the center of a forest with a deep fog.If the location of the castle was discovered, any unwanted guest would find many dangers designed to eradicate them.The first danger that any invader would face would be a dark forest with a fog so dense and deep that blocked solar light almost in its entirety. Unable to see, the invaders would be lost inside during hours, and even days. Well, the
After nonchalantly walking to the front of the assailant group, Isabell looked around.“Everyone, thank you for gathering in this place for me. Oh yeah, who is your leader? Could we negotiate for a moment? "Seeing that the bandits looked at one of their own, Isabell got the information she wanted. Which meant that with the exception of this man, the others were more than cockroaches. Blood tastes better if it comes from someone strong."What ... what do you want to negotiate?"After seeing the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen, the man who seemed to be her leader finally regained his composure and advanced towards her."Ahh, forgive me. The negotiation was just a joke to get the information she wanted. Forgive me."A few men looked confused, and in search of answers they began to look at each other, but among these men ...
A carriage was speeding away from the walled city.Four strong horses pulled a carriage that was large enough to carry six passengers.The surrounding area was unexpectedly illuminated by a bright moon hanging in the sky… But still, it was foolish to travel in haste on a night like this. Putting up lights, making camp and standing guard would be a wiser decision.To say that the night was a world in which humans were not in control would not be enough. To put it more clearly, the places where the light did not reach did not belong to humans. Countless animals and monsters lurked at night, many of which could see through the darkness and attack humans.On a dangerous night like this, the passengers only felt a slight vibration as the carriage moved down the road.This small vibration was not due to the carriage having excellent suspension, but rather because the carriage wa
Donn started running toward the lower part of town. The city of Riverheim was built at the junction of two rivers, whose flow merged into a new great river which extended from Riverland to the west coast of the Kingdom of Lothal, in Sealand.Due to the conflagration of the Y-shaped river, the city of Riverheim was divided into three main sectors; to the north was the commercial sector, where most of the artisans and middle-class bourgeois population were found; To the south was the Aristocratic Sector, although it had such a pompous name, in reality there were also the headquarters of the guilds, the cathedral of the quartet and the central church in the Duchy of Riverland of the Six Gods, although separated from the public and only available to a few, was the Villa Noble that covered the entire western area of the sector; To the East the popular sector was located, ignoring the beautiful name, that was the place where the poor neighborhoods were, that being t
Azrael looked around the luxurious room. Of course, if one were to compare this room with the rooms in Damenburg Castle, then it could be said that this room did not have any charm.Sure, that wasn't something surprising since he had simply chosen the wrong object to compare. It was like comparing iron to platinum.But even if platinum was higher in price, iron had another kind of utility.Azrael focused his gaze on the corner of the room and found that the luggage was already ready and assembled. They could leave immediately if they wanted to. Since Azrael hadn't prepared it, Isabell must have made it herself when she had left the restaurant."You should have let me pack the luggage."“What are you saying Azrael? Did you want to check my underwear? You are a perverted angel "The young woman straightened her body and shook her head. She was Isabell Dra
The operation was progressing smoothly, although the details of the mission were vague, the objectives were clear; collect information about the human nation called Kingdom of Lothal.As Azrael thought about the direction of the operation, he noticed a man walking towards him."Having to leave at this time must be a difficult decision for you ..."The man who spoke to Azrael was in his forties and fifties, clean-shaven and with black hair streaked with white streaks. Perhaps due to his age and his extravagant eating habits, he had a large belly.He was tastefully dressed, his elegant clothes spoke of a man of a high position."Are you Mr. Bryman?"Azrael nodded slightly as he greeted him, but the man was quick to stop such a gesture."Ah, you don't need to be so polite."His name was Thomas Bryman and he was a fairly
"Is this how your parents met?" asked a handsome man with night-black hair and deep eyes brimming with charisma."Romantic. Don't you think? " were the words of a charming girl whose beauty would amaze anyone who witnessed her, her silver hair was combed in such a way that she had a fringe that covered her left eye; her slim body and abnormally pale skin gave him a fragile appearance."I suppose ... he has the charm of him" said the handsome man, who wore an elegant long-sleeved black raincoat over a black leather jerkin which fitted perfectly to his torso; Gala pants along with refined black shoes finished making up his outfit."Right?" were the words spoken by the charming girl, who was wearing a beautiful black dress with red details; Her dress had a prominent victory style, so on her torso she had a tight corset which highlighted her feminine curves."Moving on to a less ... peculiar topic" began
"I offer you my humble respects, Earl Drake." The man's accent was particularly strong; it was obvious that he was a foreigner. Imperial, perhaps, or farther west, Leom thought, trying to place it. "And you, fair lady," he added as he turned to Shandri, "you are lovely. A beautiful rose between these two withered thorns. "The woman's face lit up at the simple compliment. A lopsided smile crept to her lips and she bowed gracefully without taking her gaze from the man's eyes. And what eyes did she have! They were of animal intensity, loaded with nameless appetites. She was swallowed up by that gaze and willingly surrendered to the sensation.The man had power and was not averse to exploiting it. A slow predatory smile appeared on her face.Shandri felt a force draw her toward the newcomer. It was a subtle but compelling sensation. She took a step toward him."Stop staring at him, woman, he's very unse
Shandri sat on the edge of the old man's bed and wiped the blood-streaked saliva off his chin, then turned her attention to his uncle. He had known him all his life. In other times he had kissed the ground where he walked, but with age he came to understand that man was a worm. "And I suppose I have no say in the matter." Leom studied his niece for an awkward moment as she pushed her long blonde hair away from her face. She was beautiful in her own way, with fair skin and fine bones. The combination of her gave him a charming air of delicacy, although in reality the young woman she possessed the bad temper of the Drake family and she could be as devious as a weasel if she wished. “Not in the least, I'm afraid, my dear. I wish it were otherwise, but I'm not the one who made the law. By accident of birth ... you turned out to be ... female. With no male children, your father's line ends and mine begins as the oldest