Chapter 541 - Visitor From The Dark 1 (2/2)

On the watchtower stood a middle-aged man who was wearing a stained robe.

Every time, the wizard waved his staff and memorized certain spells, the red headband zombies were moving.

‘He doesn’t seem to be a regular warlock. Seeing the zombies move in accordance to the line-up, he must have learned about strategy.’

Maybe the warlock was someone who had a considerable experience on the battlefield as a War Mage before mastering dark magic.

As Luke pondered and watched, the red headbands defeated the zombies which were trying to enter the village.

Yet, it wasn’t like the red headband zombies hadn’t suffered any damage.

More than half of them had been crushed or hurt, yet, the Warlock had demonstrated his ability to cope with corpses by taking control of the zombies and making them his allies.

“The zombies will head back! You can all be at ease!”

‘What, there were survivors?’

Luke was shocked at the words and looked closely at the village.

As the warlock yelled, the windows and doors which were closed till then began to open and one after the other people began to come out.

They seemed to be around hundreds.

The villagers approached the warlock.

“Than-thank you very much. Wilf.”

“Thanking him. That won’t even suffice for what he did, chief.”

People who came out of their homes began to repair their wooden fence around the village and throw out the remains of the burned or destroyed zombies in their land.

The zombies with the red headband were helping the humans out, and the people didn’t seem to be scared or flustered with it, almost like they were used to what was happening.

“Ah man, to see such a day. For a warlock to save us…”

“Ugh!”

The warlock, who was controlling the red headband zombies and the villagers who were cleaning their homes were shocked at the strange sound flowing in the air.

Only to find Luke, who suddenly appeared in the air and then stepped onto their ground.

“Wh-who are you?”

“I… I am the Viscount of Albertville, Lev.”

Instead of giving out his real name, Luke introduced himself with the alias he had used during the Civil War.

However, what was more fascinating was that the warlock seemed to have known about him.

“Lev! You… you, you are the Lev, who was claimed to be the reincarnation of the Mercenary King?”

“Yes. Because of the zombie disease, I was called by the Holy Pope to move to Jackson. But, who could you be? You seem to be different from a normal warlock…”

If one was a warlock, they would be treated like the servant of the Devil.

Someone whom no person would wish to be acquainted with.

Before his departure from Brandon, Luke called up Meister Johas and asked him to send manpower for aide.

“Did you come from Dark Moon?”

“What is Dark Moon?”

“You don’t know Dark Moon?”

“Yes, this is my first time hearing that name.”

Not knowing, the warlock shook his head.

‘What? If not from Dark Moon, why would a warlock even be here? Moreover, considering how his skills were, he must have learned white magic till 5th magic circle spells and perfectly used to 3rd magic circle of dark magic…?’

With the sharp eyes Luke had, he was able to glance at the warlock and understand it.

“I am a wandering wizard, Wilf. You must have seen it, but I am mastering dark magic.”

“Yeah, treating the zombies like your limbs.”

With Luke’s words, Wilf who was contemplating fell on the ground.

He clasped his hands together and began to plead.

“It-it was because of the circumstance I was in. I never sold humans to the demons or did anything bad. Please believe my words!”

‘He seems to be genuinely scared.’

Luke smiled, yet he didn’t seem to care about the man being a warlock.

In the Holy Empire, warlocks were the group of people who had to be eradicated upon discovery.

And the man in front of the warlock was Lev, a man who managed to split the falling meteorite and saved the city which was on the brink of destruction.

No matter how well he learned white and dark magic, to confront an opponent like Lev was impossible.

“You don’t need to be so scared. I am a different person than the priests.”

“Re-really?”

Luke, asked Wilf who looked up at him.

“For now, I want to know what happened here. Why are you protecting this village… well, cancel that, from where did you learn the dark magic?”

“Yes, yes, I will tell you everything.”

Wilf, who felt a little relieved, began to talk about everything which Luke was wondering about.