Arlo got blasted away as the elf sent a beam of dark energy at him. His armor melted upon contact with the energy.
He landed on his back and was surrounded by the enemy undeads.
An orcish skeleton swung his axe onto Arlo as he imbued some of the remnant he had in his eye into the ground. The blueish light traveled through the earth like blood traveling in a vein. Undead enemies that contacted the fog immediately went into a trance state. Arlos' authority and the elf lich's power were battling it out for control in their old bones.
He could hear his own skeletons shooting their rifles through the enemy. But unfortunately these rifles needed reloading and they didn't know how to reload them.
Arlo rushed to his soldiers side as they battled the enemy undead. He drew his sword as he approached the elf lich that was leaving his cart behind and coming towards him.
"You fool…" the lich sounded tired. Maybe having all these soldiers in one's control was tiring beyond comprehension.
Arlo knew that the liches army was overpowering his soldiers with ease. He needed to subdue the lich before all of his soldiers and him got annihilated.
"You will forfeit." said Arlo.
The lich bursted out laughing. "HAh (lmao)"
"You think you can overpower the lord of bones?" He asked Arlo.
Arlo dashed towards him while redirecting the fog to his blade. The lich's voice echoed through the valley. "A MERE BOY DARES LAY HANDS TO ME?!" he roars.
"NOT EVEN YOUR BONES SHALL REMAİN AFTER İ AM DONE WİTH YOU, BOY" He casts something as gigantic magic circles appear in the sky.
Suddenly Arlo manipulated his own bones into growing thicker with fog. An armor made out of bone as he called it. He was working on this technique for some time in the fortress. The armor amount can be modified for need.
Foreseeing that the spell cast is for dealing damage. Arlo strengthens himself as much as he could while thrusting his sword into the elf lich.
But things were not that easy. The sword bounced back when it hit the elf necromancer.
Fortunately the fog seemed to be influencing the lord of bones as he finished casting.
From the magic circle in the sky, numerous ice spikes started raining. Some of them were the size of a fist. Some of them are the size of a carriage. Arlo took cover from the ice under the lich's carriage as he imbued more fog into his sword.
He came to the resolution that the lich somehow was protected from physical attacks but not from the fog.
Arlo imbued half of his reserves that he collected in months into the blade. The blade, not capable of holding that much energy in it, was glowing pure yellow.
An ice spike devastated the carriage Arlo hid under as he leaped towards the Lich.