9 units each made up of 10 skeleton warriors; the units possessed a closed phalanx formation using the square shields that each skeleton warrior possessed.
Behind the phalanx of Skeleton Warriors were 2 Skeleton Archer formations, each formation consisted of two columns of 5 Skeleton Archers each.
On each of the flanks of the formation were 5 skeletal horsemen, which mounted on skeleton steeds, each of these skeletal horsemen were only armed with large pikes.
In the rear, just behind the skeleton archers, 5 armored figures stood out from the rest of the undead.
4 Wight Knights and 1 Wight Knight Champion; the armor worn by the Wight Knights was similar in appearance and style to that worn by the Wight Knights who attacked the farm; And as was easy to guess, they were just as strong.
90 Skeleton Warriors, 20 Skeleton Archers, 10 Skeleton Horsemen, 4 Wight Knights, and 1 Wight Knig
Francis ordered the Wight Knights to stay alert, telling them to keep some distance around him to protect him.Francis carefully watched his opponents in front of him, but then the Priest stepped forward."Hello. My name is Zark Ar Zathot. It would be a great honor for me if you could just call me Zark. "Although it was somewhat distant, and even with the wind blowing, the voice was quite clear.Francis didn't answer, so the man named Zark continued.“The good people who accompany me are called Keil and Nyos. I want to talk to you for a few moments, could you please give me a little of your time? "Searching his mind for the name of Zark Ar Zathot, he could not find anything, since the name did not correspond to the name of the Cardinal of Light, it could be possible that it is a false name. It seemed that it would be better to know what the man meant,
Raising her sword, the Wight King made a powerful attack against Keil, she quickly raised the shield to stop the attack.As the flaming sword struck the sturdy shield there was a terrible explosion.Being pushed back by the blast, Keil's posture remained completely unchanged.The Wight King hadn't finished her assault, set using the same momentum from the initial attack, she moved in Keil's direction, dragging her flaming sword across the ground and burning himself in the process.Intercepting the upward shortcut with her sword, Keil used the edge of her shield to directly hit the Wight King right on the Helm.As expected of an enemy of her level, Keil's attack had been ineffective.It was a Tank vs. Tank battle."[Frostbolt]" Francis shot at Zark as he moved in the direction of the river."[Firebolt]" counterattackin
"I am Charl Richter" were the words of the Wight King after having crushed the head of the Necromancer."It's a pleasure, I'm Zark Ar Zathot ..." Zark himself started, then he continued with his companions "They are Keil, Nyos and Ingrid"The Wight King introduced as Charl nodded, then walked over to Ingrid; once he was close enough to her, Charl fell on one of her knees, under her head and pronounced "Thank you, you have freed me and for that I am grateful"With a warm smile, Ingrid nodded "It is not necessary to thank, I just gave you back control over your body""I'm still grateful, but ..." after a few moments, Charl continued "Why?""Because you have a conscience" the question was not answered by Ingrid, as it was answered by Zark."But I am an Undead""That doesn't matter, my own father is more or less the Undead" declared Ingrid in a confident voice.Confused, Charl stared in Zark's direction; on the other hand, Zark brought his left hand to his face, partially covering his lef
When drinking the water, I did not notice any difference, did not even perceive the typical wet sensation of water.Although he noticed how the water entered his throat and down his throat, as such he did not feel that the water had cooled him.Disappointed, he set the cup on the table. "Thanks for boiling water for me, I really appreciate it.""You are too considerate, you don't have to be grateful."Zark nodded his head slightly in acceptance, his words causing the couple to feel nervous. They couldn't imagine that the person who defeated legendary necromancers, faced towering Wight Kings, and dominated entire armies of the undead would be grateful for a simple glass of water.But this way of acting was not strange to Zark. Showing a friendly attitude was definitely a good thing.“... If that's the case why don't we get to the point? the discussion about our reward. ""Yes. However, before we start the negotiations ... Thank you very much! "Gregar bowed in thanks, his head nearly h
On the table, reflecting the sunlight, a pile of shiny and beautiful golden coins lay.There were about a hundred gold coins; Gregar had never seen with his own eyes so much wealth accumulated in one place.So close, but at the same time so far.Before today, it had been years since he last touched a gold coin; now, before him, was a small pile of these.The reflections of the solar rays coming from the coins was a synonym for requisition, a requisition impossible for him to obtain.Gregar's hand trembled as he slowly approached the gold coins.He knew that the mysterious person named Zark was staring at him, but that didn't matter to him.After picking up a coin, he stroked it gently, as if he was trying to verify that it was real.Obviously the coin was real, each and every one was equally thick and the engraving on both sides was perfect and identical, impossible to differentiate one from the other.Looking up from the coin, he saw Zark's eyes directly, though he didn't say anythin
The victory celebration would take place in the center of town.The preparations were not at all elegant, they consisted mainly of a large table, along with some food and torches to light the place.As he watched from a distance how everything unfolded, only one thing was on Zark's mind.Seeing how all the peasants, after the revolt due to despair, tried to do something to celebrate that they were still alive.Although they did not possess much, they tried to hold a celebration as a way of thanking Zark.Even if it wasn't enough, his humility touched Zark.".... We are finished here, once the celebration begins, we will say our farewell, after that we will return to the castle.""It is understood." Keil who was next to Zark answered."Where is Ingrid?"“Said she needed to talk to a…. Human"Keil's voice was strained. Since there was no danger present, there was no reason for her to be so alert.Considering this, there was only one reason for that. Zark, using a low tone of voice, aske
From the shadow of a building, Marcel had seen it all.From how the townspeople had gained the courage to fight, to how, minutes later, his courage had been shattered by a colossal force.Power was everything, Marcel had learned that recently.Unlike the villagers, Marcel remained calm at all times, even his own cousins had fallen into despair.Marcel's calm was due to two things.First of all, dying or living did not matter to him, his parents had died, what else could they take from him?The other reason was that Marcel already knew that the town would be saved.Before dawn, Ingrid, the beautiful girl who had saved him, had infiltrated the place where he had slept.Marcel knew that she was not human, but for him, that was irrelevant, human or not, she was a good person.At first he was unable to believe him, but as he related in more detail what would happen, the more Marcel became convinced that their words were true.Once the attack was over and the undead army was no longer in
The bedroom door creaked open and Father Wilkud entered the room where the dying men were to die. The air in the room was stale and heavy with the stench of death. The flame of the single candle sizzled in the sudden draft of air, casting monstrous ghostly shadows that fluttered across the walls. At first Father Wilkud barely made out that someone was huddled under the covers of the small bed. It looked as if one of the brothers had removed his habit and carelessly tossed it on the bed. It wasn't until the seemingly empty garment moved and the wrinkled cloth fell from a head that was little more than skin stretched over a skull, that the priest was certain that someone was there. The figure was frail and looked old, very, very old… His head was completely bald and dotted with freckles, and the only visible hair was thick gray eyebrows. His bony hands had been deformed by some cruel degenerative disease to look like claws. The old man's skin was paper thin, taut on the bones he cove