volume 1 - Chapter 9 (1/2)

CH 9 – The battle against the necromancer

TL: There’s a mistake I made. Bone wands are now Bone staffs.

A lower ranked necromancer was well versed in two different magic, shadows and debilitating spells.

In the game, black magic was brought about the Miirna race. They were the servants of the twilight dragon, and had lived in the icy plains of northern Kirrlutz a century before the Era of Chaos.

The Miirna shamans were well versed in spirit and dark shamanic spells. These spells later on, along with all unnatural spells that affected the mind or attacked the body, were cla.s.sified into black magic.

After the holy crusade, the King of Fire, Gatel, drove these citizens of darkness into the cold north, and it was said from then on no one ever saw them again.

But the Miirna definitely existed. In the Bible of Darkness, the black magic had been pa.s.sed down to the Shadow Lords of Madara from these demonic race.

But to call the shadow spells as Black Magic was a little undeserving of the name. It was merely a type of magic to aid in concealment, and the spells used were able to cover the tracks of a small squad of undead troops.

The skeleton soldiers were not invisible or vanished into thin air, but a mere trick to hide them under the dark shadows.

It definitely did not make their sounds, scents or other sensory senses other than sight disappear. It was also limited to a certain radius.

During the dark night, these spells naturally became the best cover for Madara’s undead troops, and it was the main reason why Madara’s army had chosen to only move during the night time in history.

As for the debilitating spells, Freya and the other militia had already experienced this frightening black magic at the Pine forest.

The evil a.s.sault spells were necromancers’ primary means of attacking, which relied on negative energy to invade the minds of the enemies. The stronger the negative energy from the enemies, the weaker their wills were, the more damage the spells would do.

Until the enemies’ deaths.

The debilitating spells were similiar to various other black magic that relied on negative emotions to cause damage.

With such mysterious black magic at the necromancer’s fingertips, with its cunning and deceptive nature, leading skeleton soldiers that were stronger than the average human, it appeared as if the necromancer was an enemy that was exceedingly difficult to defeat.

But Sophie knew their secret. Necromancers did not have the ability to cast magic. Its true source of power came from the bone staffs in their hands. The bone staff was a powerful magic artifact that belonged to its own individual owner, and once it left their hands, it would become an ordinary stick.

With this knowledge at hand, Sophie prepared a strategy to defeat the necromancer.

Following the next defeated skeleton soldier under Sophie’s supervision, the strongest sword fighters, Freya and Irena marched towards the necromancer on both sides.

“Attack its hand! The dark shamanic spells are not as mystical as you think,” Sophie pointed out the undying monster’s weakness from behind: “Did you see its gesture? Hinder him from completing it and knock the bone staff out of his hand…”

That necromancer abruptly raised its head and met Sophie’s eyes, the viridescent flames quivering in hatred. Sophie choked up, his throat drying up as though it was being burned. He knew that the necromancer was starting to focus on him, but he tried to shrug off the unnerving feeling quickly, as he knew it was impossible for the necromancer to bypa.s.s the militia and attack him.

Nevertheless, the terrifying chill from the creature’s gaze forced him to halt his instructions, and he waited for Freya and Irene to rob its concentration away.

The necromancer gave a ghastly laugh and shook the bone staff. Darkness covered it completely as if it was being submerged by a wave of water. When Irene’s long sword pierced into it, there was nothing but thin air. The necromancer had vanished at the very same spot.

“Huh?” The girl was stunned.

Sophie’s expression did not change at all; he was too familiar with what it can do: “To your left, Irene!”

She did not react to his voice in time.

But Freya who rushed over slashed through the air with her sword, a straight silver line that seemed to illuminate the inky night, and when it reached the place where Sophie had directed, the necromancer stumbled backwards in dismay.

Everyone saw the shadow-like figure revealing itself after retreating.

“Human!!! Who are you! You are not a militia at all!” The screaming voice was of a frenzied rage, and its expression appeared to be in utter agitation.

It was impossible for a militia to know this much, and part of what Sophie said only circulated amongst the Madara’s undead necromancers.

But Sophie kept his silence, and Freya’s sword followed up again. The green lights in the necromancer’s eye sockets danced wildly, it raised the bone staff to parry the sword in hatred.

A necromancer possessed 1.7 OZ, and Freya did not have a higher strength than Brendel, thus her attack was easily steered to one side, and she stumbled forward a few steps before she was able to stop. She subsconsciously held against her left shoulder and grimaced.

The injury from the arrow earlier seemed to be reopened.

“Boss-neesama, let Mackie do it, your injury……” Irene shouted out as she defended against the necromancer.

Mackie and little Fenix charged over to them.

“Little Fenix, I want you to back off!” But Freya cut off his path and shouted at that inexperienced brat with a fierce command.

“But I’m also a soldier!” The adolescent shouted in defiance.

“Back off, did you hear what I said!”

Little Fenix’s flushed red with fury, but he did not dare to go against Freya’s order. She had always been the leader amongst them, with a kind heart and resolution in her actions. Everyone was actually content with her as the leader.

Sophie shook his head in disapproval. The battlefield was not a place to have a squabble. But Freya’s insistence had raised his favorable impression of her, it was rare to find a girl like her back in his previous world. (TL: Really? Haha.)

“The four of you attack the necromancer together.” He said simply.

“Mister Brendel, you!” Freya was lost for words as she looked back involuntarily. The young Romaine stood beside the youth who was lying on the boulder. She looked at Freya innocently and blinked.

[This d.a.m.n girl, she defected already to his side already?!]

Freya fumed inwardly.

“A necromancer is an enemy that is hard to deal with, and the four of you are just sufficient to cover each other’s back.” Sophie answered in a serious manner.

“But little Fenix……”

“He’s also one of the militia.”

Freya bit her lips. When she turned back to look, Mackie and Irene were steadily losing ground from the necromancer’s attack. If the undead creature found a chance to cast a spell, the squad would lose another member.

It was something that she could not stand for. She nodded reluctantly as she thought through the possibility.

“Alright.”

“Praise the G.o.ds! Brendel, you’re too amazing!” Little Fenix cried triumphantly and drew out his long sword immediately.