Oren inhaled feeling the threat of death! He stepped back, his staff leaning forward as he instant casted his prepared spell!
3rd circle Fireball!
A large balloon of fierce flame expanded in front of him, its heat seared the air, melting it!
He threw up his other hand faintly hearing another sloppy wet splash of blood. He conjured forth a hexagonal barrier!
Just in tiem for a wicked sword to part flame and slam into his barrier, swiftly cracking the hasty creation!
Yet long enough for the fireball to explode on point blank!
"Die!"
BATHU'UM!
His barrier shattered, as he was thrown back by the impact and seared by magical flame!
Guh!
But he felt the creature faltered, did he kill it?
Nope!
Oren without a word casted his second spell! Vipers grasp. Though used against the living for its poisonous aspects. It had another use he had to hope worked here.
Mahel barely felt the fireball, rolling his shoulders as he stepped past the flames that had plastered into the dirt!
Yet without notice, a coil of green swirled up around him, before tightening, pulling his arms against his body and anchoring him!
Oren took this moment to get back on hos feet and take note of the battle. Most of the sellers personal guards were killed, the adventurers faired only just better. Six of them remained, the alchemist and pisoliteer died. One in a fierce explosion of his own making when overwhelmed and the other just didn't have enough pellets for his flintlocks.
He raored out to the adventuers that should have been getting paid but now had no employer. "You three! Join me and i will pay you double. Keep the things off me. I can get us ou-"
Crack- tashh..!
Mahel clenched his fist, before breaking the coil with effort.
He laughed in mocking anger. Hissing in an ancient language.
"Auh eiw HES scael!"
"You will NOT escape!"
Mahel took up his sword, swiping it up as he stomped forward!
Oren dived to the left, nearly bumping into one of his hired. They fought disparately not to be overwhelmed, unaware that an arcing balde rose behind him, its intended target Oren, but the man made due to not die here. So when the blade fell, it sundered the fighter. Cutting their crew down to five!
"Shi… protect me!"
Oren stamped his staff draining his mana to cast forth a circular wall, using a strange pearl energy to empower the barrier. This barrier expanded past the living and pushed back the dead before stopping. Now.all five could focuse the knight!
They looked around surprised before folding in. The wizard was powerful and they could see him getting ready to cast their escape. They readied themselves as what was in front of them was no mere undead..
But…. A death knight!
Mahel, softly laughed. As he took a step back, the blade fell to his side.
Undead ire panning across them. He spoke in a hissing tone, though the adventurers did not understand the language, they did understand the meaning.
"Come"
Two of them stepped forward.
"Ya'll heal yourself and get to buffing! We will draw his attention!"
The adventurers were prepared.. Or so they thought Mahel seemed to emite the slightest indication of flames under his leathered skin.
Those fpames felt life threatening alone, yet they seemed to deceive themselves. They were merely wicks unaware of the raging inferbo underneath. In tjis case the flames peeking out were needles compared to the tide within.
Mahel would teach these humans in due time. Some were meant for hell, some were not. One of which faced him now.
'How amusing.. You cant hide amongst the rabble' Mahel hissed to himself, he would drag out the rat use them for his own means.
But first..
"Skulls.. For the.. Skull.. Throne.."
A few souvenirs needed to be hand picked for his beloved lord.
there were five of them.
Three fighters, a blade master and finally a cleric. The specialists amongst the group more so the blademaster and cleric were an issue of their own. More so the cleric, he will need to focus on that one. The blade master was akin to a rogue and a sword master. Except this woman was equipped with a series of blades that were certainly not swords.
Though the fighters werent to be outdone, with one of them decked head to toe in plate armor. An odd red hue across the armor with the insignia of a tattered moon.
He wont be an issue, the other two were in meduim armors, with basic bastard swords. That said he wont be underestimating their skill. They ahve seen battle. They like other adventurers, will put up a fight.
He expected no less.
That said to further identify them.
The bladesmaster's name is Rio
Cleric's name Leek
Two fighters both Yor and Rogi
Finally the 'knight' we will name him crescent.
Mahel was near his peak again, even surpassing it given he can kill all of them. Yet that didnt blind him.from his true goal, the flames within burned, he took a step forward and Oren felt his mana falter. Damage to the runes carving themselves in the dirt slowing down their escape.
Not possible, runes carving themselves in the dirt wouldn't be damaged easily even if wiped away. The magic was still there its circuit sintact as the dirt wasnt the reagent here.. Then how..
Wait..
The flames!
"Stop him at all cost, if he uses his fire he c9uld destroy our escape!"
In other words they were on borrowed time and a reaper was knocking off the time faster than it could tick..
All the fighters burst into action as the cleric began to raise their hand. Calling forth a blessing of strength and speed!
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Howdy i just contracted with WN. Not sure how this stuff will work. But i plan to start charging after the 45th chapter!