Chapter 85: Bog Master (2/2)
Rino chuckled to himself. Did the master of this swamp think that he had an advantage in numbers? Seeing how this necromancer only had zombie puppets, Rino summoned his private army of shadow warriors.
Goblin Lord Gnut did not come personally. However, his shaman responded to Rino's summons and brought a few strong hobgoblin warriors.
”My king, you summoned us?”
Rino looked at the warty shaman goblin and nodded. ”Take care of the small fries,” he told the aged goblin and flew upwards to get a better view from the top. There were a little more than eight goblins that he thought there were initially. More zombies were slowly making their way over, and Rino wondered if these goblins would be enough to take care of them. He told Mutt to work with them for insurance and provide assistance if it looked like the zombies were too much for these hobgoblins to handle.
Rino was flying towards the centre of the swamp where the fairies reported seeing a magic cypress tree. He was still a few kilometres away when a powerful blast of arcane magic forced him to change his trajectory mid-air.
The true boss of the bog finally decided to intercept, and Rino smirked victoriously even if the expression could not be seen on his skull.
”Come out,” he taunted with his telepathic projection skill, casting it over a few kilometres in radius to flaunt his power.
Instead of cowering away, the master of the bog returned Rino's challenge with a message of his own in a murderous fashion.
Rino did not dodge the three furious waves of arcane blast imbued with blood sacrifices. He met them head-on and deflected each wave breezily with his wall of flames. The flames of hell danced to his command and devoured everything without leaving any scraps behind. Fire was still his best servant, and Rino relished in how exciting this battle was becoming.
”Is that all you have?” he asked and projected his voice, pressuring his intent onto the whole swamp under this necromancer's command. The weaker creatures pissed on themselves and fell unconscious while the stronger monsters buckled to their knees and laid on their bellies.
Rino did not feel sorry for them. In fact, he wasn't going to feel sorry for anyone who chose to reside in this dumpster when he set the whole marsh in purple flames if the sneaky bog boss did not wish to show his ugly mug.
Sensing his intent, the magician behind the shadows replied using telepathy, and Rino had to laugh at the pretentious choice of words.
”You dare challenge me, young one?”