Chapter 40: Turning Tides (2/2)

The trolls stared at each other in confusion as they were wondering who this lich was talking about.

”Um... My Lord, wh—”

”Kadiz ”

The room fell silent for a full minute, it was know that amongst all the Gray-War trolls residing in this underground labyrinth, Kadiz Ral Le Lizor was the strongest. An ordinary Tier 3 warrior that could go toe to toe with even a Tier 5 monster thanks to his magic weapon the Dark-Syphon.

Kadiz might not realize it but the reason why he was given an essence stone to swallow in other to get the runes and glyphs that appear on his body was because, trolls generally couldn't effectively wield a magic weapon thanks to their inability to actively access the energy stored in their cores.

The essence stone he had swallow to gain power was the core of the magic weapon he wielded. Zerahut had accidentally extracted the essence of a magic weapon during one of his experimentations, and although it was easy to return the essence back to the weapon, he opted on giving the stone to Kadiz to see of he would survive the process.

He was impressed by Kadiz tenacity and had later given him the empty shell of a weapon as a reward to further deepen his loyalty towards him.

Thanks to the essence stone in his body Kadiz could use the abilities of the magic weapon without needing the weapon itself. Zerahut was able to sense the essence stone directly so he could always tell if Kadiz was alive or not and a few hours ago, he no longer sensed it. The essence stone must've returned back to the weapon which would only happen when Kadiz dies.

Zerahut spoke with a ghastly voice. ”You both are the next in line to succeed him. Find out what happened to Kadiz and whoever returns back his weapon will receive the same strength I gave him.”

The two trolls eyes shone brilliantly when they heard that, so far only the troll chief and whomever he chooses could leave the labyrinth and as war trolls, not being able to fight was their greatest punishment, the power the undead spoke of was only secondary.

”We'll leave at once.”

Zerahut nodded and the two quickly got up and exited the room before Zerahut's ghastly voice made them halt for a moment.

”...Oh and, do not get involved with a demon, if the weapon is in the possession of any demon leave it and report back to me.”

The trolls nodded and left the room closing the door behind them. Zerahut then moved his hand and retrieved a dark purple orb from within his robe, the orb was uneven and coarse to the touch, it had a faint glow that emitted negative energy.

'I didn't think I could gather enough negative energy to fill this orb in this lifetime and yet, here it is, fully charged.' Zerahut rubbed the orb with his right hand and if he had lips he would have been smiling but unfortunately he did not. It was only two day ago that this orb had barely any negative energy yet and explosion of negative energy that originated from the east had instantly filled it.

He was elated by his good fortune and was also frightened by whatever could produce this much negative energy in one go. His original plan was put on hold untill he could investigate the situation out east and now he was receiving this information about the death of Kadiz who had gone to the east on his own accord.

Zerahut returned the orb back to his robe and snapped his bony fingers before speaking. ”Shadow assassin.”

An undead creature clad in black and tattered ninja outfit appeared out of thin air and knelt before him.

”Head to the south and give Daenererys a message from me... Mmm, yes, tell her I seek audience for talks of an alliance.”

The shadow assassin nodded and disappeared the same way it came. Zerahut then stood up from his throne and walked down the short flight of stairs towards the end of the room close to the large double doors. He placed a finger on one of the runes on the wall and a stone plaque was elevated till it was around four ft high.

The plaque had a slot around the same shape and size of the orb Zerahut had on him. He brought out the orb and placed it on the depression. A clicking sound was heard and the same purple glow the orb emitted sipped into the plaque. Soon all the runes in room glowed a similar colour and Zerahut immediately removed the orb.

”That should be enough, I can't rush this at this point in time, best to gain control gradually to avoid any oversight.”

He placed the orb back inside his robe and exited the room alongside his two Doom Knights. Not long after they arrived at another room ten times larger than the previous one. Entering the room a foul stench assaulted his nose but because he was undead, Zerahut didn't mind the stench.

Rows upon rows of rotten corpses, ranging from monsters to demi-human and even several hundred trolls were laid down in the room. Zerahut held the Orb of Death in his hand and as the glow intensified he cast a spell on a section of the corpses.

”Mass Magic - Create Undead.”

Normally the create undead spell could only create one undead at a time and even with the use of the mass magic meta magic it could only create at most three undead at a time and drained a large amount of mana. However right now Zerahut had cast this spell on over 200 demi-human corpses.

These were among the weakest race that resides in the Darknar forest. Goblins, the goblin corpse moved slightly before being wrapped in a blanket of negative aura. Soon zombified goblins rose up from the dead and knelt before their master.

”Fufufu... Impressive, not only can I raise so many at a time now but they didn't even lose their tier... fufufu... This should be enough for now, i shouldn't raise my strength too fast and attracted any attention.” While there was a lot of restrictions to the create undead spell, the orb of death had negated them all.

Zerahut then instructed the undead goblins to follow him as he walked out of the room fill of corpses.