Methum
'Commander, we had lost a lot of our forces and powerhouses. We need to retreat!'
Wayne's voice rang out in my head.
He is right; we have to retreat. The enemy had wiped out, half of the horde with alchfire and took a lot out of our powerhouses.
If that wasn't bad enough, their powerhouses hiding in the circle had come out and they had also started blasting us with powerful ammunition.
It is not a wise decision to stay here, especially given the record, of the past, two, battles, but I don't want to retreat just yet.
I don't want to retreat at all.
The alchfire had given us a big setback, not a defeat.
All I have to do is kill the commander and capture the lord. If I kill the elder blood; I won't have a problem catching the lord and victory will be mine.
'We will in five minutes,' I replied and turned to the elder blood, who once again crossed more than half of the distance between me and him.
It had become really hard to stop him since he had revealed his strength a few seconds ago.
'It seemed like, I need to stop holding back myself,' I thought, and my staff lit up.
Doom Bolt
The spells shot out of my staff; it was a bolt of dark lightning. A single bolt.
It looked similar to Dark Bolt but contained three times more power than the Zorinns's Lightning.
The elder-blood felt the power as well and realized the threat from it.
The bronze energy burst out of his body and concentrated on the blade of his halberd, which he brought toward the bolt for a direct clash.
Bang!
The explosion rang out, but a moment later, the elder blood burst out of the mist, bronze and black.
'Good,' I grinned in my heart.
The next moment, the bone lances materialized around him. The twenty-four lancer covered him from all directions, leaving him no space to dodge.
These are no common lances, that I used before. No, it's a completely different spell.
The lances are longer and denser, and most importantly, they have tips burning in necrotic fire.
The spell called Farizan's Lances; is a very powerful spell, hard to learn. I have used it for only two people and both of them died by it.
"Die!" I said, and the lances moved toward the elder-blood.
These lances are very powerful. They can tear through the shields of mages.
He will stop them, but how many? Two, three, four, six at most, but there will be eighteen more that will go at him.
Sup Sup Sup
The lances moved toward the elder blood from all directions. I could see the fear of appearing in his eyes.
The two of his allies, fighting not far away, tried to come to rescue him but were stopped by Xander and Wayne.
There is nothing, that will stop him from getting killed.
The only thing that could be is the artifact. I have heard that Bartram had used its defensive ability to protect him and powerhouses when the legacy had exploded.
However, it is said that even he was surprised when it was activated.
It is a broken artifact; it would be hard for him to activate, the defensive method.
The lances reached him, and he didn't make any move. He didn't leap or anything that would have been useless. The spell is maneuverable; it would target him, no matter where he moves.
They moved closer when I saw his lips curled up in a smile.
The bronze energy around him rumbled and moved around him. Forming semi-transparent walls of bronze energy around him, including the top.
My eyes couldn't help but widen seeing that.
It is definitely a skill, not from a great sky, but from lineage. They called him methods.
According to the intelligence we had. The elder blood only knew one method; the energy arc, but now he had revealed another one.
It is more complex than the arc attack. He shouldn't have been able to learn that.
The newly awakened elder-bloods take at least a year to learn their first method.
He had two in less than a year.
I had expected to see it as had learned method in a month's awakening, but I didn't expect it would be a defensive method; they far are more complex.
Bang Bang Bang!
The lances crashed against the wall and blasted into pieces, one after another.
The last lance crashed against it, but it was able to break through it. Though they had weakened it considerably; it didn't matter.
It would have mattered. If they had broken it.
The shield disappeared, and it came toward me, with an even greater momentum.
My zombies moved to stop him while I cast Bone Coil, to stop him and Haste on myself.
The bronze energy covering him repelled the coil away, and he dodged the attack of another of my zombies, before coming toward me.
The swarm of undead, I am sending toward him barely affects him.
Xalyn's Nails.
I activated another powerful spell, the soul type. Far from more powerful than the basic Soul Nails and Soul Spikes.
They hit him, and he stopped momentarily with pain flashing in his face briefly before he resumed moving again toward me.
'Wayne, Xander to me!' I commanded and attacked him with another Farizan's Lances.
The spell is powerful, but it also takes a lot of manas. It is why, immediately, I cast Mana Harness and took the mana from the undead around me.
The necromancer is a powerful mage archetype, but it becomes more powerful when there is an undead to support us.
The undead we could control, explode, and harness the energy from when we needed it.
There is nothing that could be compared to a great class.
Bang Bang Bang!
The defensive method materialized like the last time, and my lances crashed against it.
This time, too, they were unable to break through his defensive method.
Thankfully, it had given me enough time, to create a distance between us.
Hun!
I had just thought that when I saw him leaping toward me. He had never done that before, seeing it make one vulnerable in the air.
Now, he had taken the risk. Giving me the big opportunity to finish him off, and I have perfect spells to do the job.
I prepared the spells, but waited for a moment, for him to reach the sufficient height before casting Xalyn's Nails on him.
Immediately, the pain flashed in his and he became disoriented when I cast the second spell.
Dark Chains.
The chains of dark energy materialized and began to wrap around him.
As they did, I cast my third spell.
Zorrin's Cage.
It's the strongest containment spell in its class. Anyone who had entered inside it had never come out alive.
A thorny bone cage, with thorns covered in dark fire, appeared around the elder blood and covered him fully, while he watched in alarm.
There was resistance, but the cage had crushed through it.
I felt a little tired after casting three powerful spells, one after another.
It had taken quite a lot of my mana and immediately harnessed it from the undead. Like mana potions, it too had restrictions.
There is a limit to mana, I could harness, but it is more than a mana potion.
There will be no retreat.
I will kill these bastards as I promised. Aside from the lord, everyone will turn to the undead. They need to understand, the consequences of their actions.
There is no resistance in front of Vris'alud. Only death.
Bang!
My sweet thoughts were interrupted by the explosion.
The elder blood came out, and broke the coffin, with pieces of bones flying everywhere.
I looked at him and saw him bloody, with blood and bronze ting around it.
"It's time for you to die, necromancer!" he roared and came at me while swinging his halberd releasing bronze arc after arc without stopping.
He had not done this before. He would, at most launch, in a single arc, before stopping.
Now, tens of them coming toward me.
Bone Walls. Dark Frost Shields.
I cast the Bone Walls and Dark Frost Shields one after another while casting Haste on myself and moved away.
I am too close to the bastard. I should have moved when the coffin enveloped him, but I was too confident.
Bang Bang Bang!
The shields begin to blast apart, one after another. I cast more of them while launching the Bone Lances and Dark Bolts.
The bastard is like a charging beast; it is coming at me. Dispite the Haste, the distance between them is, shrinking, instead of increasing.
'Bastards! Where are you?' I asked Xander and Wayne.
I had asked them for help, but there was no sign of them. I would have asked others, but all of them are occupied by the enemies.
It wouldn't have been the case. If those bastards, hadn't burned powerhouse to death.
'I am trying commander, but this bastard orc isn't letting me leave!' came the reply from the Xander.
'Same here, Commander. The Paladin and Mage, are keeping me occupied,' added Wayne.
"Useless bastards," I cursed and cast Bone Spikes through the ground, but the bastard crushed through them.
Bang!
Seconds passed, when I heard the loud bang from the Bone Wall in front of me and elder-blood appeared in front of me like a phantom.
"Shit!" I cursed and cast Xalyns Nails. It brought him pain and made blood leak out of his orifices.
It didn't make him stumble or unconscious, as I wanted it to happen.
"Die!" he screamed and swung his halberd at me.
Fear rose in my heart before my eyes hardened and I casted my most powerful spell.
Spectral Scythe.
I did, and a huge scythe materialized in front of me. It is spectral, but one could feel a dark cold radiating from it. It is cold enough, to freeze any normal person.
It is also massive that it even dwarfed the elder blood, who is the biggest person here.
"Ahhhhh!"
The elder blood didn't retreat as I expected, instead screamed loudly and poured more power into the halberd, making it stronger and faster.
Seeing it, I felt scared for a moment, before controlling myself.
I didn't call it my strongest spell for nothing. It is really powerful, that casting it nearly drained me.
I don't use the spell unless my life is in danger.
Clang!
The scythe clashed against the halberd. Stopping it, seeing that I felt relieved, but the very next moment, the relief disappeared from my eyes and transformed into terror.
Rip!
The halberd begins to rip through the scythe, begin cutting through it, before coming out the other side.
To my horror, the elder blood didn't stop. He moved toward me with his halberd.
He wanted to kill me and wouldn't stop till he made that happen.
I cast the Dark Frost Armor with all the mana I had and retreated, but I could see the halberd coming at me even faster.
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Stone
Rip!
My halberd touched the Dark Frost Armor of the necromancer before cutting through it.
Unlike the scythe spell, it didn't resist for even a fraction of a second and cut through it before reaching the body of the necromancer.
Pachac!
The flesh is cut like there is nothing. My halberd came out of the other side, dividing the necromancer into two.
Hun!
Relief flooded in my heart, but it only lasted for a fraction of a second, when I realized, I didn't cut the body of the necromancer, but the undead.
"Substitution skill," I muttered and turned back to the presence, I am sensing behind me.
I saw the necromancer standing in a place, a zombie warrior had been. Looking at me with the eyes filled with terror and relief.