Alongside with most of the undead in the vicinity, Michael slowly headed towards the party of heroes battling in the distant.
Unlike himself, who had a will of his own, the mindless undead mob was simply attracted to the sounds of battle.
Not only that, the mob was also instinctively sought out living things to consume, all to increase their number. This was actually their natural instinct, not one imprinted on them by their demonic masters, who did not seem to be around.
That was a good thing, as Michael did not want to get involved with another demon unless he had to.
Since Michael was just a skeleton in tattered rags, he was indistinguishable to every other skeleton in the growing horde. Of course, if someone had a closer look, they might be able to sense the incredible amount of magical energy swirling within his skeletal frame.
Even his aura was different. Far more denser and ominous than normal.
Michael understood this, and to make himself inconspicuous, he opted to stay back to watch the fight instead. His undead brethren – if they could be called that – charged in and engaged the heroes, only to promptly get themselves dismembered by the said heroes.
There was reason that they were called heroes, and from what Michael could see, the heroes seemed to be in their late teenage years. All five of them.
Furthermore, judging from their armors and weapons as well as their skills and abilities used, Michael could accurately guess their classes as well.
Like some sort of cliché, their classes were fairly common in any standard role-playing game (RPG). He had even used those classes as standard classes for his own game. While it was a good idea as gamers were familiar with those classes, it did not make his MMORPG game stand out as unique.
In the end, those classes did not matter, as his game failed. His world, however, still had those classes available – as soon as he unlocked them. He was trying to unlock a spellcaster class right now.
Unlocking it wasn't as easy as Michael had first thought, however. And it was the reason that he was still here in this world, partaking in a war that he honestly did not wish to partake in.
Michael sighed and continued to watch the battle while pondering if these people were transmigrated from Earth. He could find out fairly easily, but he could spare a few minutes to gauge their strength as well as teamwork.
The boy who wielded a heavy long sword with one and sometimes both hands was obviously a Warrior class. He was likely the leader of this five-man party, at least in a fantasy setting like this world. Michael did not need to play a lot of games to understand this part.
The Warrior class also served as the Tank of the party, soaking up damages while the other members of the attacks and counterattacks.
There were two other boys in the party. One of them wielded a crossbow, indicating his class was that of an Archer or similar. The other used daggers as weapons and was very quick on his feet, meaning that his class was similar to a Thief or a Rogue. He could dance around the undead, slashing them and dicing them with ease.
Since every party required a spellcaster or mage as well as a healer or supporter, the final two classes were obvious, and they belonged to the two girls of the party.
Watching those two girls in action, Michael guessed that their classes were Mage and Cleric. The Mage was fairly powerful from the spells she employed, but the Cleric seemed to be far more effective than her at killing undead mob.
Undead monsters were vulnerable to holy-attribute spells such as Heal, not to mention that the Cleric girl could mass heal, instantly wiping out a chunk of undead without causing much collateral damage like the Mage girl had been doing.
If Michael was to battle the heroes, he would focus his attention on the girls first. It was always a good idea to take out the spellcasters of any group before they could finish casting a spell.
Speaking of casting spell, the casting speed was a fairly accurate indication of a spellcaster's level, and from what Michael could see, those two girls were at a high level. Not as high as Michael, however, as he could instantly cast spell. Not to mention multi-cast.
If the two spellcasters were of high level, then Michael could safely assume that the other three heroes were also of high level. At least, high enough for them to think they could cleanse this area themselves.
Since that was the case, Michael would have no choice but to engage them, as he was an undead and therefore, he was an enemy that needed cleansing. Of course, he could talk to them, telling them that there was no need for them to fight him.
Michael decided that was a good course of action, but he would need to show a bit of force first. Just to make sure that he was not an easy kill. That said, he would not face the heroes directly since that would be quite foolish, especially when it was five against one even if he was at a much higher level.
Thus, to that end, Michael retreated from the area before casting a spell. It was one of the spells that he had gained after becoming a skeletal mage.
"Control Minion," Michael casted, and the instant that he did, one of the zombies came directly under his control. He could see and hear what it could see and hear.
Moreover, he could channel his limitless magical power through it along with any other kind of power he had. This also meant that he could use the zombie to fight without putting his actual body at risk.