Neema had a skill that could fully command the cavern moles, but just like Rezar had incurred, it would be much too risky to rely on that, so the best course of action would be to have the moles killed and then resurrected. One thing he had noticed so far was the fact that undead created by Screet and Neema were lower leveled than his, and they were incapable of leveling up, but the trades off to that was that they could exist indefinitely.
And not just that, they also, lost a few vital skills in the process, but then again it wouldn't matter much as all they were needed for was mining, and nothing else. Obviously the moles he keeps for himself would be that much better and would be able to evolve into mole-men eventually, and the ones he gives to Lenore would be fully monotonous zombies without any hope of evolution.
This could be thought of as his way of giving Lenore and her blood bosses the middle finger, though if he had to be honest, Rezar still wanted to stick his middle finger inside of her, but that doesn't seem like something that would happen. Never the less he had 60 moles ready for her after working tirelessly for an entire day, or rather it could be said he had Screet and Neema working tirelessly.
The few moles he did decide to kill, were sent to mine for his own benefit, he had no intention of slaving away for this mine for thirty years, he was going to keep to his estimate and get the hell out of here in three years. If not lesser than that, this was the frontier lands, there were vast stretches of un claimed and unoccupied lands to be had, and he had every intention of claiming a piece for himself.
"there's still much you have to learn Rezar, I honestly don't think you're ready for this dungeon, even worse is the fact that you're expected to lead a group of rookie combat slaves and have them gain exp. Frankly speaking, even if it doesn't matter, you're still a child. You should be having crushes, playing warrior and maybe stealing a kiss from a fair maiden under the moonlight."
"But instead I'm hated and prosecuted for something that's out of my power, and used and taken advantage of at every turn, what a wonderfully bright childhood I have going for me." Rezar replied to Priest with a sarcastic tone so thick you could actually feel it.
"But on the bright side old man, I actually have a crush, only she would rather smash my balls and face in before giving me a kiss under the moonlight, so trust me when I tell you, I'll be fine in this dungeon. I'm getting stronger a little too fast by relying on the bonus from the slave class, you call this an extreme bug, but I'm earning exp twice as much and twice as fast as other normal classes.
I'm in a position where a lot of things can work in my favor, I reckon I would overtake you in three months or less, and be strong enough to pin Lenore down and have my God awful way with her. But never the less I would build my strength, grow, and bear whatever shit they have to throw at me, before I completely go wild and break the shackles that are holding me bound. I'll make a place for myself, and for people like me, or at the very least anyone that wants to be free from oppression.
I don't know why I'm telling you this, but Priest if you know that you're going to betray me, then you better kill me now, or at least try to do so. Because if you betray me, no force on Elysium would keep you safe from me, not even death." Rezar said to the old priest as he made his final preparations and marched the moles onto the massive mining cart that would take them back to town.
Priest on the other hand didn't seem as if he was affected by the threats Rezar had given, after Lenore had left two days ago, he had spent some time teaching Rezar a few more thing after he gave a description of his battle against the ant queen. They played chess, and in that moment Priest fully got to know what sort of person Rezar was, or rather what sort of person he was becoming.
The young man was man of his word, scary smart and he seriously loved to play games with his opponents. The idea of a swift death only came into play when he was in the hit of battle or when he was anxious to avoid defeat. But apart from that, Rezar was slow and methodical in all of his dealings. His plans had plans, and those plans also had plans of their own, Priest was ashamed to say this, but in the two days of teaching him war and battle strategy and playing chess, out of 56 games he had only won 16 and the remaining 40 had been a very close draw.
This wasn't like all those stories where the master and teacher was so intelligent the student would struggle and study so hard to be able to come up with ways to defeat his master. Unfortunately, Rezar was a monster that was a natural at coming up with ways to defeat his opponents. And most of the time he would be winning and you wouldn't know, which was why priest knew Rezar didn't just tell him about his plans or at least a part of it because he trusted him.
The necromancer wanted something, and he was sure he would get it. Rezar honestly reminded Priest of 'HIM' the first vampire, they had the same air and same charisma, something that Rezar was oozing a lot of. But never the less Priest felt the need to reassure himself, and also hold on to his position as teacher.
"I don't care about your plans Rezar, do what you have to do. However, if you survive this dungeon without losing a single person to the monsters, then I'll tell you a very big secret that had to do with the vampires and their ever elusive book the Necron, it would be a great help to you, and it would give you leverage over me, so you won't have to worry about me betraying you. Now run along boy, and be careful! Also; where are the giant fire ants?" Priest asked as Rezar turned around to leave. Rezar stopped and gave Priest a rather predatory smile.
"They're doing what soldiers and workers do…scouting and building."
With that said he walked on with Neema and Screet in tow as they got onto the mining cart with the rest of the sixty cavern moles that were piled haphazardly onto each other. But they were zombies, there was nothing to worry about when it came to their comfort, they were all very dead. The cart started moving forwards as Priest watched on like a worried parent, at the very least he looked worried until Rezar faded from his view and all he was looking at was the darkness in front of him, and for a second, just a small fragment of it, his eyes flashed red as a sinister look was etched onto his visage, but it was gone soon after and that was there was the aged face of a kind old priest called Priest.