In the center of the unnamed village, in one of the many houses, sounds of someone fighting 66could be heard.
*Fhhii!
With the sound of a whip piercing through the air, a sudden cracking sound was heard inside the house.
*Crack.
"Guah..." with a weak voice, one of the draugr having a spear as his weapon, fell to his knees and then to the ground unmoving.
A large hole going through the draugrs skull was to be seen.
Such cases of draugrs falling down to their defeat were similarly to be seen around inside the house.
Moving with an amazing speed, a woman wearing though seeing clothing except her private's areas was to be seen, dodging two of the undead who tried to keep up with her speed with their hateful ethereal dark green eyes.
Having a pair of weapons looking like some sort of extension of her finger and a black cloth mask hiding her mouth, she moved like the wind and dodged the attacks of both undead with little to no effort.
Dodging both hateful blades that the draugs had, the woman raised her hand, and in the split of a second, her hands disappeared and reappeared.
"Gauuh!"
"Guuah!"
Screams mixed with the hate of the living and their own unwillingness were to be heard from the two draugr.
They tried to turn around, but before doing so, several cuts made their appearance over their body.
*Crack! Crack!
As if they exploded, the two undead fell to the ground cut into hundreds of pieces.
"Mhhm~! That one felt good." The woman said seductively as she stretched her body.
"Hey, you guys! Have you already finished!" The woman said as he turned to look behind the other 5 people behind her.
And the many undead that they were facing.
Another girl wielding a whip seemingly made out of some sort of metal swung her whip like a venomous snake and let out devastating attacks that were enough to destroy the bones of the draugrs.
Even if the draugrs touched any of her attacks, the whip moved back like it had its own free will and pierced their skulls.
While her fighting style looked vicious, one of the men wielding a double-headed axe was much more savage.
Pushing through and even ignoring the blades of the undead, he allowed himself to be cut through the stomach for the trade to crushing the draugrs in a full swoop.
While the draugr fell down with their skulls destroyed, the man only had some small red marks on his stomach but no relative open wound to be seen.
"Hahaha! Weaklings, is that all that they can do?" The man laughed with a mocking tone as he scanned his surroundings to find his next prey.
Alas, the 5 remaining draugrs were in midst of combat against two other men wearing what seemed like a knight's armor.
Their armors looked almost identical and only by their different colored blades.
One held a weapon seemingly made out of silver and the other one a dark blade.
Though at times the Draugr seemed to hold an advantage against one of them, the moment one of them stepped up to support the other, their auras seemed to have increased by a notch together with their swordsmanship being unmatched, without a single flaw to be seen.
The moment one lets a little spot open, the other would jump in and cover for him. Added with their attacks releasing dark and silver-like mana with each their attack, the draugrs were helpless against the duo.
The last one of the draugrs who were fighting against the duo suddenly halted his movement before turning his back and running towards the door at full speed.
But as soon as it arrived at the door, a missile made out of poor mana was shot so fast that the draugr could only look behind to see its demise.
*Crack!
*Tud
Falling to the ground, the man with the axe stared at where the stairs were with an annoyed look. By now he was holding the axe, one could guess that he was about to throw his axe towards the escaping draugr.
"Hey! That was my kill!"
Walking down the stairs, with a staff in his staff, a man looking over his 70 years looked at the brute and shook his head.
"It isn´t the time to argue about such things. Nonetheless with the little time that we have."
Hearing what the old man said, everyone in the room frowned at the words `little time´. Suggesting that wasting their time now would bring them into danger.
"Huh!? What do you mean by that-!
"Are you just clueless or just plainly studying? Undead don´t just appear out of nowhere like that." The old magic caster said as he crashed a half-destroyed skull with his staff.
"What did you just say you senile-"
"Are you saying that someone must be responsible for the appearance of those undead?" The silver-bladed knight interrupted the man and said as he sheathed his blade back into his scabbard.
The old mage in turn simply shook his head, making the others confused for a moment.
"No, it isn´t a must, but is. That is definitely the work of a necromancer. That much should have been obvious if you guys fought against that undead." The old mage said.
"Mhmm, now that you point it out, that undead had an identical strength." The woman with the whip said with a cold tone.
What she said, made others except for the mage and the two knights realize that this alone was not normal.
Though the undead was the same race, they should have different kinds of strength based on how long they lived or their general talent. The lowest of the Draugr was no different than some mere skeletons with just an additional strength, while draugr of the near the peak of the 3rd-tier could even cast spells and even use necromancy to resurrect the dead to their minions.
When you thought you were fighting an honorable duel against such an undead, you shouldn´t be surprised to see the duel turn into an overwhelming number difference against you.
And for every undead to be the former, it wasn´t hard to guess that they were all created instead of born naturally.
"Ehhhh....doesn´t that mean that there is a necromancer responsible for this? How troublesome" The girl with the claws said with an annoyed tone.
While the others stayed silent to digest that information, one particular of those 6 didn´t do as such.
"And what if there is a necromancer? Looking at how he created those weak skeletons tells how weak that guy is! As long as I get close and personal with that my partner of my, I would be able to cleave his magic caster a*s without much trouble." The man said as he stroked his partner, who was his axe that he was willing to throw away without any hesitation.
Of course, the old mage didn´t miss how those words also target him indirectly.
"His undead might have been weak to say the less, but considering their number, then those things are probably the weakest of what the necromancer has."
"Nonetheless, by now all the people here would already have been turned and makeup ann army of the dead. It's better to run than stay here."
"Even if there are 100 of them, I can-"
"Nah, I agree with that grandpa over there." The girl with the claws said as he walked towards two corpses laying on the ground.
Sending out a kick, one of the corpses was thrown to the side.
"Even if they are weaklings, they still got 2 guy's who were self-proclaimed 3rd-tier combatants." The girl said with a scoff.
"Though those guys were trash, their strength was that of a 3rd-tier."
Hearing what she said, the eyes of the other went towards the two corpses.
The man wielding the dark blade put his hand on his chin before saying what was in his mind.
"Hey...could this maybe be a test of sorts? The Deathcaller is supposedly to be capable of making such sort of undead. Maybe the words gone out of we want to join him went out and making him a test-"
"No, I doubt that being the case." The old mage shook his head at the man.
"I doubt that he would kill a whole village for the sake of a test. Don't operate you actually worth, compared to that monster, we are nothing" The old magic caster said with a bit of frustration with his words.
While that group of people was discussing what their next move was, they were ignorant of the army that Danzel was guiding towards them.
Not only has Danzel resurrected the fallen and increased his soldier number, but he also fully exploited the new feature that the [Greater Raise Undead ] brought at him.
With the spell working part like a cure now, if Danzel we're in range and one of his undead were to die.
Like a candle going out through the night, Danzel would have known long as one of his draugs died.
Not much later, Danzel could already see the sellout of the house together with many draugs and their weapons.
