138 Battle of the Wild Mountains : Part 6 (2/2)

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The sound of an energy rifle was maybe foreign for the local population of this planet, but not for Davion. Without even looking at the new hole the Hero had on his chest, he rushed forward and use his sword for one last attack. Piercing directly the throat of Avirus, he could see his red blood gushing from the wound. The human was now terrified, his eyes pleading for mercy, but that was not something that would happen. The two hands that managed to destroy countless undead began to lose strength while they were gripping the sword. Putting everything on his arms, Davion finally managed to cut entirely the neck.

Thud

The still scared face of Avirus landed on the ground, the corners of his mouth filled with blood. His two hands that were stuck on the sword managed to definitely broke it, leaving only half of a side filled with cracks. Starring at the magus that were extremely dangerous for them, the orodil waited a few seconds, only to see them retreat safely. He did not turn to look at where Kardel was, but he guessed the duvodiad had a problem with his new weapon. Picking up the body of the fallen Hero, he scanned the battlefield to see the results.

If none of the liches were destroyed, the losses in the ranks of the skeleton archers and warriors were more important. A third of them had been destroyed, and the ramparts in the wall were severely damaged by spells. Remembering the might of the magic that hit him, he wondered how many times it could be cast in a single day. Because he was in the hole, Davion did not know that the one that cast that spell fell directly to the ground afterward.

As he walked back, he could see the skeletons from the other rooms coming in and carrying the corpses of the humans. They knew that the latter won't be as foolish as doing the same thing as before, and it was now more important to let Malakov and Leilade have as much mana as they could get. Feeling the air flow carrying ashes in the small holes in his helmet, the orodil could smell that it was made out of human bodies. Even during the fight, some magicians only cared about destroying the bodies of their former comrades.

Before going to the command room, Davion still took another way and arrived where Kardel should have been. But even before, he could see the smoke accumulated above him in the tunnel, and dark traces all around the entrance. Knocking on the wall, he caught the attention of the duvodiad that was cleaning the rifle the best he could.

”Good kill Davion, very good kill. Even from where I was, I could see the despair that was written on the face of that human. I only wished it was me a week ago that had done it.” Nearby, a lich was carrying a waterball in his hands while another one had a small flame. On the ground, many pieces of the energy rifle were organized and display clearly, allowing Kardel to take them easily.

”And the rifle?”

SNAP

The lich that was carrying water approached and the duvodiad took a small part that was completely burned and put it in it. ”Honestly, it's a wonder it even fired once. Do you see this, look, do you think it is normal to look like that?” The orodil shook his head at those words, especially when he noticed that a lot of those pieces were in the same state. ”Also, those ammunitions are really bad. Definitely not adapted for this model. I will stay here and try to do my best but tell Leilade it can fire just one more time. Maybe. Actually, I have no idea.”

Leaving Kardel that was drying the wet part with the help of the lich, Davion did not wait any longer to reach Leilade. Bypassing the skeletons that were carrying bodies, he put the one of Avirus on the pile and only kept the head for himself. When he arrived, only Meridiana smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up. She was wearing her armor, only leaving the helmet on a table nearby.

”Excellent work Davion. That's one less Hero for the future. But those magus have escaped untouched by Kardel, and Malakov is saying that the weapon was broken?” Before he could remove the pieces of his armors that were planted in his flesh after the explosion, Leilade began to interrogate him.

”It is true. He is working on it,but he can't assure you that he will have another shot. Also, he noticed that the ammunitions Master Agnil prepared may not have been adequate for this type of energy rifle.” When she heard this, Leilade couldn't help but have a talk to talk with the ghostly dwarf. Seeing the little girl stiffening and then relaxing, the orodil knew what was happening.

Slowly removing each piece of his armor carefully, he noticed the damage dealt on it. His legs had been completely protected thanks to his shield, but the higher it was, the more broken it became. As he was having a hard time removing one of his shoulder-guards, a small tender hand did it for him. ”Thank you, Meridiana.” Like that, before Leilade came back, Davion could finally gaze at all the damages his armor received.

”Huhg, blaming Kardel for that? He is a member of the Noctulis Temple, why did he not asked for advice? Can't anyone work together without any problem?” Murmuring her disappointment, Leilade also knew that the dwarf was really not an expert on weapons. And they had already killed a Hero, so everything was not horrible. Glancing at the magus that returned to studying the portal she left in the entrance, she also wanted to get rid of them before any new Heroes arrived.

”Malakov, call Kardel. Tell him he can eat magician flesh today.”