Nightmare in the Farm, Part 5

The wood clicked and he saw both the rude brat and his silly grandson come down the stairs.

But the nasty brat looked different.

"Lizard girl"

Those words of Grandpa Gunther were more for himself than for other people, but it seemed that the powerful wicth who was next to him had heard them since he spoke.

"Dragon"

Gunther I don't need any more words.

Unlike his children and grandchildren, Gunther was no fool.

Staring at the brat, she was truly impressive, he had never imagined that dragons were capable of assuming human form.

Her horns, eyes, claws, tail and especially her silver scales revealed that she was not a normal lizard.

If Gunther were a simple peasant, he would be terrified, perhaps even staining his pants.

But Gunther was not like the vast majority of Commons, his long years of life and knowledge of him in the arcane allowed him a superior point of view that could hardly be compared to those of an ordinary one.

In his long life, Gunther had been a traveler, a wanderer who never stayed in one place for long.

He was in the great government house of the republic, in the South.

He saw the great desert that was to the South of the Republic.

He walked the great walls of the Theocracy in the West.

He envisioned a Chariot race at the Circus Maximus, at the Empire Kaleth.

He was robbed in the slums of the Lothal Kingdom; It was truly an unpleasant experience. First, some children acted as a guide for him, this was relatively good, until everything went relatively bad, since he was led into a lane where some thugs were waiting for them; he was robbed and beaten.

I have tea with the Wood Elves of the Southeast, it was nice, if a little stuffy.

He preferred not to enter Transylvania, he had previously heard that his Queen was a girl who did not seem to age, he also heard rumors that he did not go out when there was sun and that he preferred not to eat when banquets were held; It did not take more than two neurons to know that there was something strange.

In his travels, he had heard that to the northwest of the Kingdom of Lothal, past the great mountain range, was a nation called Shenlong High Council, which according to rumors was a country inhabited by many different races; his government consisted of a kind of where decisions were made

The Shenlong High Council was presided over by five Elder Dragons, supposedly the five most powerful dragons of their species.

Gunther always wanted to travel to the High Council, one thing was to hear about dragons in myths and tales, but a very different thing would be to see some in person.

But today, before him, he had one, a true dragon of flesh and blood.

It was impossible that it was something else, he had seen lizardmen before, and this girl did not look at all like a lizardman.

The aura of majesty that he emanated was something he had never seen.

Her bearing and posture marked her as something superior.

Gunther wanted to cry, he knew she was real, the brat was a Dragon.

"My Lord" began Keil whoever had reunited with the group at the same time Ingrid arrived "It seems they are retiring"

"backing out. Why would they do it? " Zark asked, while he was thinking, Zark came up with an idea, he raised his hand and used "[Detect Undead]"

A magic circle emerged in front of her hand, which moved along with it as he scanned the place.

"They are not retreating ..." Zark began "... they are regrouping."

"What do we do father?" were Ingrid's words while she still remained in her hybrid form.

"What are your orders my Lord?" Keil stood ready, ready to fight and carry out her lord's will.

"Please, I don't want any more beatings, not against me at least" Nyos complained, probably due to the beating he received from the meat golem.

"What will you do?" Gunther asked, expectant to know what would be the decisions of whoever had a Dragon for a daughter.

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On a skeletal horse stood a shadowy figure.

He had a plate armor fitted on his body which surely in the past was a blacksmith's masterpiece, but now, with the passage of time and deterioration, this armor was simply a shadow of what it once was.

Bruised, worn, deteriorated, and partially rusted, said armor could hardly be called one; But even if it didn't look like it, the armor was a +3 plate armor, if it was a mundane armor, its state of deterioration would be much more advanced and severe.

On the left side of his belt was a sword, and although it was difficult to imagine, it was relatively intact, although the leather of the hilt was terribly worn, in general terms the weapon did not look so damaged by the passage of time.

Attached to his left arm was a rigid iron shield, which although the edges were damaged by rust, still had an appearance in respectable condition.

Both the weapon and the shield were magical objects.

The weapon was a +1 Sharp Longsword, while the shield was a +1 light metal shield which possessed the Protection Against Projectiles enchantment.

Although this could easily be the equipment of a brave hero from the past, staring at his partially skeletal face along with terrifying purple flames like eyes, it was easy to feel fear from his presence.

He was Sir Marius Hirtius Rhesus, in the past he was the right arm of the Master the Order of Phoenix Knights of the Kaleth Empire, as a Knight of the Order of the Phoenix, he swore to follow the Master's orders to the end.

And now, become a Wight Knight Champion, he still had to follow the Maester's orders.

Although it was not to his liking, a dirty Necromancer had taken control of the Master, making it impossible for Marius to face the orders of his superior.

Many years ago, El Maestre along with the entire Order of Phoenix Knights were sent over a mountain pass as reinforcements for their Republic allies, but as they made their way to the indicated location, they were ambushed by extremely powerful raiders.

Was a simple group of 10 bandits capable of massacring an entire order of Knights?

"Impossible" was Marius's opinion, those assailants were not mere bandits.

The leader of the raiders used a powerful magic spear, he was sure it was a national treasure, but he did not know from where.

As he recalled the disgusting event that caused his death, he realized that the Stone Wall that had sprung up on the farm was fading away.

The Dirty Necromancer who had taken over the Order of Knights had ordered them to attack this farm, according to the "It's easy to kill peasants."

This disliked Marius, there was no honor in killing defenseless peasants.

But seeing how the Golem was destroyed, his fellow knights forced to retreat and a wall arose that blocked his charge; Marius revealed enough information to him to know that there were no ordinary peasants in that place.

As his fellow knights regrouped, he watched as three figures emerge from the farm.

He saw clearly thanks to his night vision that it was a robed man, possibly a Wizard or more likely Cleric since his robes were white; an armored figure, he would swear that the armor the armored figure wore was as expensive as a small country or perhaps even a medium one; The last figure was short, it looked like a girl, but its scales, tail and horn revealed that it was not human, although it was not to Marius' liking, he had no problem killing things that were not human.

Who would have pity for a lizardman Child?

"Why did they go out?" Marius wondered.

Strategically it was better to stay entrenched within the building, thereby avoiding flanking and the possibility of keeping your enemy in one direction.

But here they were, out of his cover.

Were they giving up?

Without her body being able to respond to his will, I order "Charge".

A formation of three knights who were in the front charged.

In total, the Necromancer had assigned Marius 1 Meat Golem, 1 Spectrum, 6 Wight (which were totally defeated when they tried to enter the building), and 5 Wight Knights.

Unlike the Wights who barely kept a shadow of what they were in life, their fellow Wight Knights have their consciences almost intact; that means his martial skills were perfectly preserved.

Lowering their cavalry spears, they charged hard at the three individuals.

But suddenly the three skeletal mounts stopped short, causing the three knights to jump out of their mounts.

Something had happened.

Staring at the three figures, he noticed that the reptilian girl had extended one of her hands and a purple magic circle emerged from it.

Although as a knight he was incapable of using magic, part of his training included learning the basics of magic.

From the shape of the circle, the engravings it possessed, along with the dark color of it, he knew what it was.

"Necromancy"

That lizard girl had used necromancy.

As the three Wight Knights slowly rose from the ground, a powerful flash emerged from the white robed subject.

"[Exorcism]" heard Marius; That word petrified him, he was a clergyman and also a powerful one.

When he was human, such a spell would mean nothing to him, but now that he's a bloody undead, that spell would be lethal on him.

"Spread out, keep separate ..." It was Marius' orders, since only he and two other Wight knights remained.

But before his companions proceeded to comply, a deep and powerful voice was heard.

"I Zark Ar Zathot, Lord of Castle Damenburg, challenge your leader to a Duel"