Everytime young Nura Blackwood made a mistake, his friend Jhuro Yashura would always be there beside him, to give the timid young man a slap on the head .
“What a fuckin’ lame zombie . Do you want an army or dolls to play with?”
“Ah, I’m sorry . It’s hard to coordinate more than five walkers at the same time . I’ll get better . I promise . Please stop hurting me…”
“Okay . I’ll stop slapping your fuckin’ head from now on, but you have to go back to your fuckin’ expensive mansion . Right . Fuckin’ . Now . ”
“Ah! Please no! My sister will kill me for running from home! Just slap my head again . I’ll never complain!”
The undead that he summoned all moved in a tense manner . Sometimes he even forgot how to keep one of his controlled dead men in balance, which made all of the other dead men fall like dominoes . Jhuro let out a hearty laugh, slapped his timid friend’s back head once again .
Nura could only pitifully rub his head while glancing down . It was Ghalim Malikh who always gave him a bear hug and warmly encouraged him from time to time .
While Nura was still living in Blackwood Mansion, he never had the chance to train his Necromancer Class skills . His sister would never let people see it, and Nura was always afraid of his sister's threats at the time .
But the days were changed . The three young runaway men never had any shortages of corpses . Killing villains after breakfasts and hunting wanted bandits before dinners was their lifestyle for the past weeks . Nura Blackwood felt happy from his sudden acquired freedom .
One day, the young men celebrated their newly obtained high-level bandit corpses .
“People back in the village would never believe this,” Ghalim said with all smile .
He raised his wooden cup of cold drink and gave his friend Jhuro Yashura a toast .
Jhuro glanced at the person who sat beside him . “Nura, try to animate these dead fuckers . ”
But Nura bravely tried to shook his head . “These people are at least ten levels above me!”
“Yet they’re dead . I’m fuckin’ low-leveled too but my poison was still able to kill them . ”
“But…”
“It’s not about you can do it or not . But will you or will you not . ”
“I…”
“Stop you stammering you cowardly fucker . You said you want to become my friend, did you? Well, fuck you, you have to surpass me before we can shake hands as friends . ”
“But you said to Ghalim before that he will never surpass you,” Nura Blackwood muttered weakly .
“This fuck slow head? He’s not my friend . He’s my fuckin’ obedient slave . ”
Jhuro Yashura gave the young, sturdy body slave a pat in the head, which soon shoved off by Ghalim .
“Fuck you, Jhuro . ”
“Watch ya words . Or I’ll fuckin’ cut your tongue, ya damn slave . ”
Jhuro laughed at his mockery . Ghalim laughed too . Nura always followed with a faint, shy smile .
Their days were always like this . Working hard with their life on the line, drifting from place to place, then ending their day inside a warm place to comfortably insult each other .
And when they walked, Jhuro and Ghalim were always in the front, while Nura Gilmour timidly followed behind .
After they get their bounty that day, Jhuro stopped and silently looked towards the setting sun in the west .
“Ghalim my slave . What do you desire at the day this lord give you a fuckin’ freedom?”
“A big-booty beautiful wife, milord of fucks . And a beautiful, sweet, smart, kind and talented daughter too if I could . ”
Jhuro Yashura shrugged . “Ah, well . My desire is simple . A fuckin’ throne . ”
“A kingdom in your hand will fall within a week,” Ghalim mocked .
“Not that kind of throne . Just a simple fuckin’ throne of dreams is what I want . ”
“What a fuckin’ nonsense,” Ghalim clicked his tongue, then glanced toward the silent Nura . “Well, what about you, lad?”
“Me? I… . I… . well… . ”
Jhuro Yashura laughed and came to gripped his shoulder . “Like I said before, surpass me and you’ll get whatever you want with that power of yours . ”
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The army of the dead would always bring chaos and fear towards common enemies . But Jhuro Yashura knew better .
The main reason mercenaries of the camp were easily wiped out by Nura was that they let the army of the dead struck them with terror and chaos after a long and tiring battle .
A life-and-death battle with Nura, was in fact, like a battle of chess . It was a tedious strife, full of traps within every move . A moment of losing rational thinking was a chance for him to deliver a full and deadly blow, instantly crushing enemies . Even elite ranks of battle-hardened warriors alike .
The Necromancer always had keen eyes for a weakness of human beings . His strategies were based on manipulation and exploitation of human nature . That was why his army was so dangerous .
However, to fight a capable enemy that was familiar with his ways of thinking, Nura had to use a different approach .
And now…
Seven agile dead men charged in a strict formation . Four more moved and positioned themselves behind Jhuro Yashura to obstruct his escape paths . And the rest were waiting to fill the empty spots formation in case Jhuro could take down some of them .
However, the formation of seven agile dead men was not to be underestimated . Even the most powerful warrior of Tiramikal Continent was bound to die, if he was kept suppressed .
But the cautious and collected Jhuro Yashura would always steady his hand on his sword handle .
Just like a calm and deadly snake that was ready to pounce .
The hollow wind of dessert blew a lamenting tune, as both sides were waiting in silence for each others first move .
Jhuro narrowed his eyes . It was because of the dust from the wind that assaulted his eyes .
“Jhuju, take my attack!” howled a charging dead man .
If it was another person, he would ready himself to block the intimidating charged attack .
But Jhuro immediately turned his body to the opposite way, drew his sword and sent a flash of deadly sword art toward the air .
A muffled shriek was heard . A lifeless head fell .
Jhuro didn’t have the time to finish the sneaking dead man that he recently beheaded, so he gave the standing headless man a ruthless kick, then rapidly turned his body again to block another coming sneak attack .
Not to mention he had to defend himself from the incoming charged dead man, Jhuro found it quite taxing to direct his attention to three difficult angles .
Because of that, the three simultaneously attacks gave him a fresh wound on his shoulder .
The recently assaulted team of dead men retreated to replenish their rank . Then the next wave of three attacks soon ensued .
Jhuro Yashura gritted his teeth .
He almost couldn’t handle the defense after four rounds of fierce attacks like that .
Yet, what made he extremely nervous was the seventh dead man in the formation that always coldly watched from afar .
The dead man was once the old leader of the camp . Most powerful man in the army of the dead, but he was silent the entire time . Naturally, Jhuro knew that Nura would use him to send a finishing blow .
Not to mention, Jhuro realized in the middle of the fight that the dead men were completely immune against his poison .
“Poison shouldn’t able to harm dead being from the first place,” a dead man uttered .
“Seems your fuckin’ minions progressed a lot . Congratulation,” Jhuro said with a smirk .
“Well, thank you for your praise . ”
They continue their battle . And Jhuro Yashura found himself suppressed a lot .
In Blackwood’s tent .
The remaining dead men were stationed to defend here, allowing the Necromancer and his bodyguard to watch the battle with leisure .
“What a shitty show . People in the organization talked about him a lot, but he was such a loser . Disappointing,” the burly bodyguard said while shook his head .
Suddenly, the bodyguard received a shock . His limbs went numb, then his big body had a heavy seizure in the sandy ground .
“Please don’t insult him,” Nura warned him with a cold voice . There’s a smooth black stone in his hand, and when he put the stone back to his pocket, the bodyguard soon recovered from his seizure .
One could see fury from the bodyguard eyes, but he didn’t dare to unleash it .
He was quite lucky that the Necromancer didn’t turn him into a zombie back then .
And he didn’t want his master to change his mind now .
Nura's eyes were back to the crystal ball . His army was winning, but he didn’t feel happy at all .
“You can’t win unless you dance again, Jhuju . ”
Silently, Nura held back his dead men to give his enemy a breather .
With his body full of wounds, Jhuro Yashura put back his sword and used the short rest time to tidy up his messy long hair .
The Yashura Swordsman’s face was sullen . He knew he had to give his all to survive this fight .
“You forced me to break my own vow, Nura . ”
The man put his hand on the sword handle again . Ready to battle .
But his expression was different from before . Sullen, bitter, angry, and determined .
Nura was happy when he saw this .
“Go,” the Necromancer ordered his dead men .
Three of seven dead men from the formation attacked once again .
And unlike before, Jhuro Yashura didn’t care to defend his back .
Three simultaneous weapon slashes and thrusts approached, yet, they couldn’t even graze Jhuro’s clothes .
The swordsman's body became blurred, his dodging rate was so absurd that even the fierce combination of dead men coordinated attack couldn’t hold the candle with him .
Because Jhuro didn’t have to block their attacks this time, he took the chance to sent his deadly sword slash .
Soon, the first head fell .
The second and third heads followed .
In spite of that, Jhuro took the extra time to cut his enemies limb, disabled them so that Nura couldn’t use them further .
After that, the sullen face Jhuro Yashura swiped rotten blood from his sword . And then calmly put it back again .
He glanced at the remaining dead man that filled to empty spots in the formation .
Back in Blackwood’s tent .
Nura was excited .
“Dance, Jhuju . You will dance again for me . Dance!”
The entire army of the death moved, pounced toward Jhuro Yashura with madness!
Jhuro Yashura didn’t run . He was confident to wipe out this entire army now .
It was because Nura forced him to use a skill that he didn’t want to use ever again .
And that skill was called ‘Water Flowing Style’ .
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