Chapter 6

An Undead, he immediately jumped on Hedgar, who found the Re-Death under the dwarf's axe, -So, how many undead you killed, I killed five-

-Well, you're a little behind Hed, I killed 20.

- Shut up, I killed twenty, how many remain?-

-Well, I think there's a hundred missing, and I think they're going to keep coming.

As soon as he finished talking, that the poor dwarf was attacked by five corpses, who without much compliment tried to bite him, and swearing so much that even the Saints would lose their composure he said -For the beard of my ancestors! Guys, I need a hand.

-Master dwarf, use one of your beautiful magic, I haven't seen one in a long time-

-Great help you're giving me, do you know how long Mana takes to launch just one? Too much.

-Hedgar, throwing one himself, it would be a real annoyance to face an undead dwarf armed with an axe.

-Go to hell both of you, I don't want a barrel of Mahel beer, I want two-

And after saying that, the dwarf raised his arm and said, -die, sons of bitches!-

a whole row of crystal spears, of a vivid blue color, passed through not only those five undead, but also those that were coming,-now be ho trenta, happy?! -

Yonth then, not to be out of his way, closed his eyes, joined his hands in prayer and said, "Guys protect me a second okay? That I have to overturn a result-

-What a hassle, you're going to have to pay for the barrels for Hedgar-

He gets no answer since, as he spoke, Yonth had begun to pay, so many small grains of sand appeared around the merchant, Allah is great! الله عظيم! The sand suddenly concentrated around Yonth's hand, forming it silhouette of a sand-colored sabre,-Well then let's see what happens now, Hed?-

Unsheathed the second sword, began to roll swords, as fast as the wind, precise as a hawk inked to behead dozens of the undead, nothing could stop the magic of the eastern tribe of the "Desert Coyotes" in their language: "- Then, Hed who is ahead now?-

-Shut up, Yonth makes sense that you're ahead, your magic consumes a minimal amount of Mana, and also produces virtually indestructible weapons.

But in spite of everything, a river, a sea, an ocean of self-propelled, decomposed and ragged corpses with torn clothes and torn faces with dull eyes, advanced towards them, ... eyes off... At that moment Mahel, he noticed precisely this last detail: the eyes of the undead did not shine- Boys, these are not normal undead, their eyes do not shine on guard.

-I'm already on my guard Boy!-

-In what sense do they not shine?-

-A human being, inside his body has a certain amount of mana, to revive a corpse it is necessary to immentere in the body a certain amount of mana, which, however, comes out of the eyes and mouth in the form of light-

-So these corpses, they're not animated by magic.

So what makes them animate Boy?

-How do I know-

-Use one of your techniques what should I tell you?-

Mahel crammed, he took it at the undead, threw his knives, hitting six undead in the head, pulled out the daggers reducing to slices every single undead that was in front of him, the undead were not particularly strong but were in large numbers, a normal fighter would die after a few minutes, but those three were not normal fighters , for them a hundred undead were nothing,

-Yonth, you made a weapon.

-Which one do I have a wide choice of-

-My favorite-

-oh oh oh you want to fix it fast eh?-

Yont began to pray again, but instead of a sword, a kind of spear materialized in his hand but with a curved double blade: the Deshurj was always a weapon of the Coyote tribe.

"Here's Mahel," he said, throwing it at him.

-Thank you Yonth-

Mahel took it on the fly without difficulty, immediately began to turn it mowing Undead from one side to the other, nothing could stop it, as the Deshurj rotated the number of Undead decreased drastically, in the end there were thirty left that did not move still, motionless as stones, not a broblema for them to finish them.

-Ben Guys, I've come in at fifty, you-

-Im sorry master dwarf, I have reached sixty, Mahel seventy-

- Shut up, where's Dag?-

-I'm here, I hid, I was afraid-

"It's okay," Mahel said.

From there by little, the shadows which Mahel had again evoked, they turned into a vcolo and found them, rannichiata, trembling, Elisabhet was traumatized, even Mahel understood it, in fact even though she had a beast without affection, she felt a great empathy for the unfortunate people, she bowed on Elisabhet and said -Don't fear me Elisabhet now I have full control of me, now come you have to take a bath again-

Still afraid, Elisabhet got up, trembling and started with Mahel, but Mahel stopped at once,-Ah that annoyance- quick and fast, Mahel's hand struck Elisabhet's neck, which fainted

- What, why...? -

-Show me Milin-

-oh then you noticed me, you've always been so good- said a voice from a roof near the alley

-Shut up, I had already hypothesized that you were behind all this, and now I know it was you, and I know why: just to the know that maybe I was coming, so for safety i had to unleash a plague not dead only as you do, that is, evoking spirits that make the corpses move-

Right, right-

Milin said and threw herself from the roof then they saw her, a girl in her twenty-five years old, with skin with porcelain, with her hair long to the side black, dressed in black velvet trousers, a purple blouse under a black coat long to the feet, naked, a delicate face but with a look as hard as iron, which softened when she looked at Mahel.

-True, I missed you, when you left I was no longer with anyone, so for these three years I had to do it alone in bed,-

-Wait a minute, boy you've been with her, I say she, she!-

-A mistake that lasted one night-

- No, no, no, not one night a year, a really magical year.

And as he said this, his face changed into an almost sick perverse expression,

-Shut up, I already know what you're going to ask me to do: You're going to ask me to come back with you, you always do, but you never blackmailed me like this, you must be scared-That's why I'm waiting for you tonight in my building, see you!- and it disappeared into a cloud of smoke,

-Boy, I very much hope your categorical rejection-

-yes, I think so, it could be a trap.

That's right!-

-I doubt, she loves me, she craves me and desires me, especially in her bed, this is her only weakness, and also the only way to keep at bay a straga that could be difficult to defeat, even for me-

-Ah-

Well, if that's the situation... you should kill her.

-Well said Yonth, you should kill her.

-So, you did not understand it by looking at her, she is a very powerful witch able to evoke spirits, even of high rank, moreover she is constantly protected from spirits, it is practically impossible to surprise her-

-I understand, what if...-

No, i don't.

-But I'm not done,-

-It's not possible, don't try to find an idea, now take the girl, let's go to the inn-

A little displaced by recent events, they made their way to the surface.

Arriving at the inn door, they noticed a small note on the door, Mahel took it care of and opened it... he closed it immediately,

-What does it say?-

-Nothing, it's just from Milin-

Without showing it, Mahel put it in his pocket, above the ticket there was imprinted the shape of Milin's labras colored black, bigots aside, Mahel immediately vexed his room, hated to stink, and now he smelled of blood and still had not killed the baker and this bothered him a lot, took off his clothes, his shirt was totally stained with blood , the trousers were soiled with mud; he threw them in the fireplace, took the packet of matches, accessed one and threw it on the fireplace that flared up burning clothes, had not to leave traccie, then went straight into the bathroom, this time, instead of a cold bath he planted the water presciently to the maximum, had to relax, it would be a long night, he spent a good half hour, as soon as he noticed the past time, he calmly came out of the tub , and came out directly bathroom, naked as he had come into the world, then noticed two things, one: he had not even taken off his bandages, two: Milin was sitting on the ground in front of the fireplace,

-Ah, then you're here, I was going to find you in your manor-

-Yes, always a good view I see, always cheeky with the girls-

-No, you broke into the room while I was in the bathroom, and since I thought I was alone, I went out naked.

Meanwhile, as they spoke, Mahel was dressing up in black pantalonos and a white shirt, as before the fight, he put on elegant shoes, plus a wide-tied black ties,-So what did you want to talk to me about? As you can see I was busy, if you want to stay you're going to have to pass me that cigarette pat you keep in your pocket and a match,- and all right, you always know too many things- he took out a pack of cigarettes out of his right pocket, and threw it at Mahel who took it on the fly by pulling out a cigarette, if he put it in his mouth he took the match that Milin gave him , he rubbed it on the stone chimney by lighting it, pointed it at the cigarette that lit up, while the acrid smoke invaded his lungs he told Milin- So, what did you want to talk about Milin?-

No answer, she was missing-Annoying,Tsk-.

It had been a couple of hours, and Mahel came down from the second floor dressed in a white shirt, with white pants, a pair of elegant black shoes and a black waistcoat plus a dark jacket-Boy, think again, you shouldn't go- said Hedgar, Yonth instead had passed out or fell asleep on a table, Elisabhet instead had fallen asleep in the room, well it was completely destroyed by recent events.-But shut up Hed- it's without having to hope for an answer , disappeared without opening the door, a fortnight later, Mahel found himself in front of a meamenous iron gate with an emblem of a moon sickle, the gate was staring open, arriving in front of a villa with the door open, he found himself in front of an immense dimly lit hall, entirely made of granite, in front of him a staircase could be made of a large mahogany door , opened it without hesitation,

In front of him Milin was sitting in a purple armchair in front of the fireplace, dressed in an elegant black dressing gown that showed many shapes-So you came, I didn't hope for it anymore-I'm here because of the plague of the undead, tell me what you want and then I'll leave,-

-I want to talk and in case...-

I understand... All right... but it withdraws the undead-

-of course, of course-

What do you want to talk about?-

-You should go back to the elite group of the crow,-

-The crow is dead, now the Templars are the protectors, we are only criminals now, I am still a criminal but I will not return to that nightmare,-

-The Crow has changed, the old chief is dead, Well you killed him,-

-You kidnap the children to train them, torture them and brainwash them.

-You created this method of recruitment, then you took it from the Templars, you trained them, you tortured them and you always brainwashed them, it was you who killed the Crow, you coroted him until you killed him, you were both the greatest agent of the Crow and his greatest ruin, but now the Crow calls you, returns-

-I was another, I was forged like a cruel assault-

-you are still, you are still that cruel donkey, which I love, you are pretending to be quiet and calm but in reality you are a cruel and merciless, you have no scruples-

At that moment Mahel gave in, or at least his mind gave way, he hung up his cigarette and said:-Now you talked, maybe I'll come back I'm not sure but I'll re-re-establish relations with some-, in the meantime Mahel locked the door, Milin licked his labras,-finally, he'll finally come back to me- he thought, Milin stood up and untied the straps of his dressing gown , her body was exposed completely to the air, she was craving the Boy in front of her, you could see that she had been holding back all evening, she lay on the bed and invited Mahel to approach, Mahel instead quickly undressed, careful not to take off her bandages, slowly approached Milin, climbed on the bed and mercilessly Mahel shared his body with Milin , she was ecstatic from the first moment-FINALLY! YES!-

His voice was sharp and his breath was wheezing, gasped, but as she gasped, he thought nothing certain was pleasant, she was a p'ò rusty, of course years had passed but it was pleasant, but he thought of what Milin had said, and anger prevailed so much that Milin's breath became faster and faster, she looked up and saw that cold and cruel face and eventually reached its peak and cried.