Waiting

Methum

Clang Clang Clang

The elder blood cut through acid balls, before defending against the attacks of zombie warriors.

He is good.

Fast as well as strong with good experience in dealing with the undead.

"You have lost the battle; you should just give up. I promise; I will spare you and a few of your men," I offered before attacking him with Zorrin's Lightning.

He moved his halberd swiftly and cut through the lighting without any effort.

I had killed many Lv. 30+ with this spell, but he had effortlessly neutralized the spell.

The artifact, even if it is broken, is a powerful weapon.

I don't know what that bastard Bartram was thinking. He should have sent the artifact back to the island the moment he found it.

It should be in the hands of people who could use them.

"Why should I? When we are going to win this battle," the big man replied and tried to come at me, but the zombie warriors stopped him, and I attacked him right after.

"You have quite a confidence," I said, attacking him with another spell.

He didn't reply to that, instead grinned.

I am aware that he isn't using everything. There are powerhouses hidden in the circle.

There is also a powerful ammunition they have not used yet.

They may even have one or more surprises, which are to be expected, and I am fully prepared to deal with them.

There is a powerhouse inside that is ready to fight against the powerhouses of the enemies and powerful ammunition, they might throw at us.

I even have people with powerful danger-sensing skills. I am also casting scrying spells every few minutes.

I have all the advantages, but I am being careful. Only, a fool becomes careless in the battle.

If there is a danger, I will know and will deal with it. I have enough forces, to deal with anything they could bring out. Even if it is another army.

I have orders to conquer the city and I will do it.

Clang Clang Clang!

He broke through my Bone Lances and leaped toward me. I cast Dark Frost Shields and Haste on myself.

When he finished with the bone walls. The distance between us went back to the same.

I have the confidence to defeat the elder blood, but that doesn't mean, I will take the risks.

I know how powerful these bastards are, especially the one, I am fighting. He is holding an artifact; that would tear through my defenses if I gave him the chance.

Once dead. It might be truly over me.

Aside from conquering the city and taking control of the legacy. There is another mission, I have received.

It is to find out, how they are stopping the soul from returning to the island.

First, it was Lich Savais and then Necromancer Arza in the second battle. Lich Savais' soul should have returned to its phylactery.

It didn't.

The same happened with Necromancer Arza.

She had prepared to turn into a Lich after death. Her soul should have returned to the island and prepared to go through the ceremony, but it didn't.

She had truly passed away.

It scares me because I too had made a preparation. If I die, I want to turn into a lich.

I have a body ready and everything. It cost me a fortune, along with other resources, but it will give me a greater chance of success in the ceremony.

That was why, I was so hesitant to come here, but since I had received the orders, I had to follow them.

Hun!

I felt the danger sense and saw him sending the arc of bronze energy at me.

I immediately cast the Bone Shield and Dark Frost Sheild, before casting Zorrin's Lightning to stop him from taking advantage to close the distance between us.

The energy arc is as powerful as the spell and more damaging. Elder power is hard to deal with, once stuck to you.

It's better to not let it.

He stopped the Lightning as my shield stopped his arc. I didn't waste any time and sent Calidris Pulse and Bone Spikes

The elder blood moved and defended against Calidris Pulse, before Dodging Bone Spikes coming out of the ground, when I had hit him with another Calidris Pulse.

Which he defended with his halberd before dodging the attacks of my zombie warriors.

It's frustrating to see him defending against all my spells. They are not even reaching his body; he is stopping them at his halberd.

I looked at Wayne and Xander, both of them are busy.

Both of them are stronger than the energies they are fighting, but Paladin and Warrior are capable enough to keep them busy.

I thought about bringing other powerhouses to help me.

Yes, I have not brought out every powerhouse. There are more, that are hiding. Like how they are hiding their own powerhouses.

I don't like to fight without support, but I will take the risk.

The elder blood is dangerous, but I am quite capable as well. There are many spells, I haven't used yet, powerful spells.

I won't use them till it is time.

It would be great if I didn't have to and if I need to sacrifice thousands of undead to keep them hidden, I will not hesitate to do that.

The spells, the more hidden they are, the greater the effect they will bring.

The enemy will not be aware of them. One could use them, at the right time to surprise the enemy and finish them.

Over 90% of my spells are known; I am sure, the merchant bastards would have informed them about the spells.

There are still some, I haven't revealed.

Hun!

A minute passed, and I felt another of my officers dying. The fifth one.

Till now, four had died on each side, but now, we had taken the lead. It was so different at the beginning of the battle; we had killed their two within seconds.

I debated using my skill to enhance their strength but delayed it.

It's not time; I will use them when they become desperate.

They will become desperate; it is inevitable with a horde covering them from all sides.

Currently, they are fighting with zeal, but as time passes. They will get tired, while our undead keep attacking them without feeling a shred of tiredness.

Instead, they will get stronger with every death on the battlefield.

The victory is mine; it is guaranteed.

The only thing I have to do is wait. I didn't much care if my people weren't able to kill the powerhouses.

This zeal will continue for an hour, two hours, three at most before they will begin to get tired. After that, I will pull back my powerhouses and let the undead swarm on them.

It is a tried and tested strategy, that worked almost every time.

…

Stone

My halberd tore through the Dark Frost Shield, only to see two Zombies Warriors attacking me.

Clang Clang Clang!

I defended against their attacks when I sensed something and retreated fast.

Sharp bones spurted out of the ground, where I had been. If I had stayed there, even a moment longer, they would have torn me apart.

I had barely stopped when I saw the Zorrin's Lightning in front of me and moved my halberd forward to defend against the attack.

The necromancer is the most powerful opponent, I had ever fought.

Also, the most experienced one.

He is barely giving me a chance to attack. Attacking me every second, with perfect timing.

Stopping me before, I could even take a step toward him, and when I managed to close some of the distance, the spells would intensify.

I would stop, while he would widen the distance between us once again.

It is not even his full strength. He is not using, his most powerful spells.

I had read about them in the intelligence, the merchants had sent us. It's clear, that he is hiding his strength. If I had been in his place, I would have done the same.

I am doing the same.

My strength is only 10% greater than when I had fought against Wayne, seven months ago.

Since then, I have improved by over 10%.

While others are fighting with their full strength, we are not. We are saving it for the time.

Waiting,

He is waiting till the army gets tired, before swarming us with the undead. It might look like, we are being swarmed by the undead now, but we are not actually.

When the undead swarm. It's really hard to stop them.

Currently, he is maintaining the pressure.

It is more mental than a marshal. He wants to make it seem like the horde is unending. No matter how many, we kill; it wouldn't affect the horde.

It works.

I have seen the armies losing their morale. Throwing their weapons and running away. Even if one doesn't run, morals affect energy, which affects the battle.

It is a classic strategy of undead, that rarely disappoints.

Though he isn't the only one waiting. I am waiting too.

Waiting for Valentina.

There is a massive responsibility lying on her shoulders.

If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't have even thought about it. I only agreed because it's her.

The woman has amazing control over her spells, and that is what it requires.

She has a finesse even greater than Zela and that woman is obsessed with it.

The job requires a great finesse; a slight mistake and they will explode underground. Harming us more, than us undead. It might result in our defeat if that happens.

It's not my plan to use those things, but it's me, who had mentioned those things to Lord Silver when we were brainstorming.

Though, I can't fault his reasoning behind using it. If it worked, it would save a lot of lives and increase the chances of our victory by far.

I have seen those things once used successfully on the island and could never forget the destruction they had caused.

I also didn't forget, the damage it did to our forces. I was barely able to survive in there.

So, I really hope; nothing goes wrong with it.