Chapter 56
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Aerwyn touched his chest as he noted that the process of resurrecting a human appeared to require more of his soul than other creatures. It wasn't to the point that he would exhaust his soul after a few but he would definitely need to be careful about how many he brought back. He looked down at the human he had just killed as the tenebrous smoke poured from it's wound. This time however, he made sure to keep an eye out on the battle after having just learned Tylin's 'painful' lesson.
He didn't get to see the other humans that he resurrected turn into undead due to the distance, so he was curious if anything was different. The process proceeded the same as always but when the human stood up it didn't have the deep purple flames like the rest of his undead, it had violet eyes just like Erit. The human's eyes darted around frantically as if trying to make sense of the new reality it found itself in before locking eyes with Aerwyn. The undead human almost appeared to lunge at Aerwyn which caused the zin beetle beneath him to rapidly take a step back.
"I order you to pickup your sword and go kill all the living humans you can." Aerwyn spoke in a stern voice as he watched the freshly made undead attempt to fight the command as it continued to struggle before eventually picking up the sword. He watched as the undead froze for a moment and stared at Aerwyn before finally turning around and running into the battle.
"Fascinating..." Tylin mumbled from Aerwyn's side.
Aerwyn was curious of what he had to say but decided it could be left until later. The battle was quickly turning in the humans favor again and he needed to start fighting. He took aim and began firing into the back of the humans lines as to not accidentally hit any elves in the process. The explosions of purple flames knocked the humans around making openings for his undead to exploit as they struggled to get back to their feet.
After a short barrage and a dozen purple souls leaving his chest he noticed he was losing undead at a rapid pace near the left flank. Scanning the area, he saw an earthen spike penetrate one of his tenri's skull and pin the creature to the ground. Following the path where the projectile had come from he saw an elderly man in grey robes and a gnarled staff.
The mage was continuously firing the earthen spikes at Aerwyn's undead so he took aim and fired a flame lance in his direction. The mage reacted quickly which surprised Aerwyn as a two meter wide wall of earth shot up from the ground completely blocking the flame lance. Just as quickly as the earth wall appeared, half a dozen spikes formed on it and shot in Aerwyn's direction.
He had no time to be in awe of the mages expert use of magic, he didn't have the ability to summon something to shield him from the attack so his options were limited. As the spikes flew through the air only one idea came to him.
"STAND UP!" He yelled to the zin beetle as he grabbed a hold of the creatures carapace, bringing his body close to it's back. The zin beetle immediately responded and clumsily stood up on it's hind legs. Four of the six projectiles dug into the creatures underbelly and the impact along with the creatures poor balance sent it tumbling back as Aerwyn dived off it.
Regaining his bearing he looked to the zin beetle, tenebrous smoke poured out from it's wounds and the spikes began to fall to the ground as the creature stood back up. Aerwyn ran over to it and once again climbed its back. He took aim at the mage but this time he sent an unending barrage of flame lances in his direction.
Aerwyn didn't have any fancy spells like the mage but he knew from experience that if he fired enough at the wall of earth it would break just like the wall at Glik's village. The soldiers gave the mage a wide birth, doing their best to avoid the explosive earthen debris and wild flames lashing out in the area surrounding the mage.
Aerwyn's undead on the other hand, were unaffected by the flames. Three tenri charged behind the the earthen wall out of Aerwyn's sight. After a few moments the wall crumbled under the power of his flame lances, revealing a bloodied mage with a dagger in his other hand. Aerwyn barely had enough time to register the mage's silhouette behind the flames of the last attack he had sent out before he saw an earthen spike flying in his direction.
He was already in the midst of shooting out another flame lance and he wouldn't have enough time to fully dodge the spike if he went for the kill. The mage was too big of a threat to his undead so he made the decision to trade blows but he was damn sure the trade would end in his favor. The flame lance shot out, precisely aimed at the mages chest and once it was released Aerwyn did his best to minimize the damage by moving his body to the right.
The earthen spike hit his left shoulder with tremendous force, the snapping sound of bone echoed out as his left arm went numb. He was sent spinning to the ground and the impact only forced the earthen spike deeper. Dazed and groaning in pain, he lied there for a moment as Rin and Ren ran over to him.
While Rin licked his cheek he looked over to his impaled shoulder, the spike was nearly six centimeters thick and thirty five long. It caused the flesh on his shoulder to bulge out in a horrifically unnatural manner as blood trickled from the wound. For a moment he wished he was undead like his zin beetle so that he could just force it out and have the darkness heal him.
The first purple tendril began to poke out which gave him some comfort in knowing that he had succeeded in killing the mage and he wasn't wounded for nothing. He reached into the pouch around his waist and felt cool liquid and broken glass. Groaning in anger this time, he continued to shuffle through the pouch until he found a potion that was still intact and placed it beside him.
"Tylin!" Aerwyn called out angrily, still upset about the broken potions.
"What is it dear boy?"
"Give me a piece of cloth..." Aerwyn didn't expect Tylin to offer to help him so he figured he'd do it on his own. Tylin obliged and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to Aerwyn.
"...Why aren't you fighting?"
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"I already told you dear boy. I'm nearly out of mana, a mage should never allow themselves to be completely without mana lest they find themselves in a situation that will see their end."
"Master Ferlin said you could best an orc in melee though." Aerwyn spoke as he folded up the handkerchief on his chest.
"I can protect myself but make no mistake, i am no soldier. If i fought now i would exhaust myself quickly and should i need to flee with Sera i would find myself unable to."
"You would leave the people of Setrhyn to die? I thought necromancers were in the villages to protect them." Aerwyn asked and took a swig of the potion, leaving half to pour on his arm.
"I've already done my duty as a Fae'Laran necromancer, the rest is up to the people of Setrhyn. I'm not required to die with them should the village fall and i have no intention of losing Sera if it comes to that, hence my current resting state dear boy."
Aerwyn let those words sink in as he prepared himself to pull out the earthen spike. Tylin was an odd character, at times he can seem caring in his own peculiar way and other times he can seem so incredibly cold and calculating. It reminded him of Sera, although her personality was flipped, at least for Aerwyn. She seemed caring more than cold while Tylin often felt more cold than caring.
"URGG!" Aerwyn screamed through his clenched jaw as he ripped the spike out. Blood shot out like a fountain for a moment and once it stopped Aerwyn poured the rest of the potion on the wound before tying the handkerchief around it with his free hand and mouth.
He didn't have anything to use as a sling right now so he had to make due with letting the broken arm rest on his lap as he climbed back atop the zin beetle to see the progress of the battle. His attention was pulled south as he saw Erit along with the spiders only just now reaching the humans and not far behind them was Teek and the goblins.
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Aerwyn touched his chest as he noted that the process of resurrecting a human appeared to require more of his soul than other creatures. It wasn't to the point that he would exhaust his soul after a few but he would definitely need to be careful about how many he brought back. He looked down at the human he had just killed as the tenebrous smoke poured from it's wound. This time however, he made sure to keep an eye out on the battle after having just learned Tylin's 'painful' lesson.
He didn't get to see the other humans that he resurrected turn into undead due to the distance, so he was curious if anything was different. The process proceeded the same as always but when the human stood up it didn't have the deep purple flames like the rest of his undead, it had violet eyes just like Erit. The human's eyes darted around frantically as if trying to make sense of the new reality it found itself in before locking eyes with Aerwyn. The undead human almost appeared to lunge at Aerwyn which caused the zin beetle beneath him to rapidly take a step back.
"I order you to pickup your sword and go kill all the living humans you can." Aerwyn spoke in a stern voice as he watched the freshly made undead attempt to fight the command as it continued to struggle before eventually picking up the sword. He watched as the undead froze for a moment and stared at Aerwyn before finally turning around and running into the battle.
"Fascinating..." Tylin mumbled from Aerwyn's side.
Aerwyn was curious of what he had to say but decided it could be left until later. The battle was quickly turning in the humans favor again and he needed to start fighting. He took aim and began firing into the back of the humans lines as to not accidentally hit any elves in the process. The explosions of purple flames knocked the humans around making openings for his undead to exploit as they struggled to get back to their feet.
After a short barrage and a dozen purple souls leaving his chest he noticed he was losing undead at a rapid pace near the left flank. Scanning the area, he saw an earthen spike penetrate one of his tenri's skull and pin the creature to the ground. Following the path where the projectile had come from he saw an elderly man in grey robes and a gnarled staff.
The mage was continuously firing the earthen spikes at Aerwyn's undead so he took aim and fired a flame lance in his direction. The mage reacted quickly which surprised Aerwyn as a two meter wide wall of earth shot up from the ground completely blocking the flame lance. Just as quickly as the earth wall appeared, half a dozen spikes formed on it and shot in Aerwyn's direction.
He had no time to be in awe of the mages expert use of magic, he didn't have the ability to summon something to shield him from the attack so his options were limited. As the spikes flew through the air only one idea came to him.
"STAND UP!" He yelled to the zin beetle as he grabbed a hold of the creatures carapace, bringing his body close to it's back. The zin beetle immediately responded and clumsily stood up on it's hind legs. Four of the six projectiles dug into the creatures underbelly and the impact along with the creatures poor balance sent it tumbling back as Aerwyn dived off it.
Regaining his bearing he looked to the zin beetle, tenebrous smoke poured out from it's wounds and the spikes began to fall to the ground as the creature stood back up. Aerwyn ran over to it and once again climbed its back. He took aim at the mage but this time he sent an unending barrage of flame lances in his direction.
Aerwyn didn't have any fancy spells like the mage but he knew from experience that if he fired enough at the wall of earth it would break just like the wall at Glik's village. The soldiers gave the mage a wide birth, doing their best to avoid the explosive earthen debris and wild flames lashing out in the area surrounding the mage.
Aerwyn's undead on the other hand, were unaffected by the flames. Three tenri charged behind the the earthen wall out of Aerwyn's sight. After a few moments the wall crumbled under the power of his flame lances, revealing a bloodied mage with a dagger in his other hand. Aerwyn barely had enough time to register the mage's silhouette behind the flames of the last attack he had sent out before he saw an earthen spike flying in his direction.
He was already in the midst of shooting out another flame lance and he wouldn't have enough time to fully dodge the spike if he went for the kill. The mage was too big of a threat to his undead so he made the decision to trade blows but he was damn sure the trade would end in his favor. The flame lance shot out, precisely aimed at the mages chest and once it was released Aerwyn did his best to minimize the damage by moving his body to the right.
The earthen spike hit his left shoulder with tremendous force, the snapping sound of bone echoed out as his left arm went numb. He was sent spinning to the ground and the impact only forced the earthen spike deeper. Dazed and groaning in pain, he lied there for a moment as Rin and Ren ran over to him.
While Rin licked his cheek he looked over to his impaled shoulder, the spike was nearly six centimeters thick and thirty five long. It caused the flesh on his shoulder to bulge out in a horrifically unnatural manner as blood trickled from the wound. For a moment he wished he was undead like his zin beetle so that he could just force it out and have the darkness heal him.
The first purple tendril began to poke out which gave him some comfort in knowing that he had succeeded in killing the mage and he wasn't wounded for nothing. He reached into the pouch around his waist and felt cool liquid and broken glass. Groaning in anger this time, he continued to shuffle through the pouch until he found a potion that was still intact and placed it beside him.
"Tylin!" Aerwyn called out angrily, still upset about the broken potions.
"What is it dear boy?"
"Give me a piece of cloth..." Aerwyn didn't expect Tylin to offer to help him so he figured he'd do it on his own. Tylin obliged and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to Aerwyn.
"...Why aren't you fighting?"
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"I already told you dear boy. I'm nearly out of mana, a mage should never allow themselves to be completely without mana lest they find themselves in a situation that will see their end."
"Master Ferlin said you could best an orc in melee though." Aerwyn spoke as he folded up the handkerchief on his chest.
"I can protect myself but make no mistake, i am no soldier. If i fought now i would exhaust myself quickly and should i need to flee with Sera i would find myself unable to."
"You would leave the people of Setrhyn to die? I thought necromancers were in the villages to protect them." Aerwyn asked and took a swig of the potion, leaving half to pour on his arm.
"I've already done my duty as a Fae'Laran necromancer, the rest is up to the people of Setrhyn. I'm not required to die with them should the village fall and i have no intention of losing Sera if it comes to that, hence my current resting state dear boy."
Aerwyn let those words sink in as he prepared himself to pull out the earthen spike. Tylin was an odd character, at times he can seem caring in his own peculiar way and other times he can seem so incredibly cold and calculating. It reminded him of Sera, although her personality was flipped, at least for Aerwyn. She seemed caring more than cold while Tylin often felt more cold than caring.
"URGG!" Aerwyn screamed through his clenched jaw as he ripped the spike out. Blood shot out like a fountain for a moment and once it stopped Aerwyn poured the rest of the potion on the wound before tying the handkerchief around it with his free hand and mouth.
He didn't have anything to use as a sling right now so he had to make due with letting the broken arm rest on his lap as he climbed back atop the zin beetle to see the progress of the battle. His attention was pulled south as he saw Erit along with the spiders only just now reaching the humans and not far behind them was Teek and the goblins.
Aerwyn touched his chest as he noted that the process of resurrecting a human appeared to require more of his soul than other creatures. It wasn't to the point that he would exhaust his soul after a few but he would definitely need to be careful about how many he brought back. He looked down at the human he had just killed as the tenebrous smoke poured from it's wound. This time however, he made sure to keep an eye out on the battle after having just learned Tylin's 'painful' lesson.He didn't get to see the other humans that he resurrected turn into undead due to the distance, so he was curious if anything was different. The process proceeded the same as always but when the human stood up it didn't have the deep purple flames like the rest of his undead, it had violet eyes just like Erit. The human's eyes darted around frantically as if trying to make sense of the new reality it found itself in before locking eyes with Aerwyn. The undead human almost appeared to lunge at Aerwyn which caused the zin beetle beneath him to rapidly take a step back."I order you to pickup your sword and go kill all the living humans you can." Aerwyn spoke in a stern voice as he watched the freshly made undead attempt to fight the command as it continued to struggle before eventually picking up the sword. He watched as the undead froze for a moment and stared at Aerwyn before finally turning around and running into the battle."Fascinating..." Tylin mumbled from Aerwyn's side.Aerwyn was curious of what he had to say but decided it could be left until later. The battle was quickly turning in the humans favor again and he needed to start fighting. He took aim and began firing into the back of the humans lines as to not accidentally hit any elves in the process. The explosions of purple flames knocked the humans around making openings for his undead to exploit as they struggled to get back to their feet.After a short barrage and a dozen purple souls leaving his chest he noticed he was losing undead at a rapid pace near the left flank. Scanning the area, he saw an earthen spike penetrate one of his tenri's skull and pin the creature to the ground. Following the path where the projectile had come from he saw an elderly man in grey robes and a gnarled staff.The mage was continuously firing the earthen spikes at Aerwyn's undead so he took aim and fired a flame lance in his direction. The mage reacted quickly which surprised Aerwyn as a two meter wide wall of earth shot up from the ground completely blocking the flame lance. Just as quickly as the earth wall appeared, half a dozen spikes formed on it and shot in Aerwyn's direction.He had no time to be in awe of the mages expert use of magic, he didn't have the ability to summon something to shield him from the attack so his options were limited. As the spikes flew through the air only one idea came to him."STAND UP!" He yelled to the zin beetle as he grabbed a hold of the creatures carapace, bringing his body close to it's back. The zin beetle immediately responded and clumsily stood up on it's hind legs. Four of the six projectiles dug into the creatures underbelly and the impact along with the creatures poor balance sent it tumbling back as Aerwyn dived off it.Regaining his bearing he looked to the zin beetle, tenebrous smoke poured out from it's wounds and the spikes began to fall to the ground as the creature stood back up. Aerwyn ran over to it and once again climbed its back. He took aim at the mage but this time he sent an unending barrage of flame lances in his direction.Aerwyn didn't have any fancy spells like the mage but he knew from experience that if he fired enough at the wall of earth it would break just like the wall at Glik's village. The soldiers gave the mage a wide birth, doing their best to avoid the explosive earthen debris and wild flames lashing out in the area surrounding the mage.Aerwyn's undead on the other hand, were unaffected by the flames. Three tenri charged behind the the earthen wall out of Aerwyn's sight. After a few moments the wall crumbled under the power of his flame lances, revealing a bloodied mage with a dagger in his other hand. Aerwyn barely had enough time to register the mage's silhouette behind the flames of the last attack he had sent out before he saw an earthen spike flying in his direction.He was already in the midst of shooting out another flame lance and he wouldn't have enough time to fully dodge the spike if he went for the kill. The mage was too big of a threat to his undead so he made the decision to trade blows but he was damn sure the trade would end in his favor. The flame lance shot out, precisely aimed at the mages chest and once it was released Aerwyn did his best to minimize the damage by moving his body to the right.The earthen spike hit his left shoulder with tremendous force, the snapping sound of bone echoed out as his left arm went numb. He was sent spinning to the ground and the impact only forced the earthen spike deeper. Dazed and groaning in pain, he lied there for a moment as Rin and Ren ran over to him.While Rin licked his cheek he looked over to his impaled shoulder, the spike was nearly six centimeters thick and thirty five long. It caused the flesh on his shoulder to bulge out in a horrifically unnatural manner as blood trickled from the wound. For a moment he wished he was undead like his zin beetle so that he could just force it out and have the darkness heal him.The first purple tendril began to poke out which gave him some comfort in knowing that he had succeeded in killing the mage and he wasn't wounded for nothing. He reached into the pouch around his waist and felt cool liquid and broken glass. Groaning in anger this time, he continued to shuffle through the pouch until he found a potion that was still intact and placed it beside him."Tylin!" Aerwyn called out angrily, still upset about the broken potions."What is it dear boy?""Give me a piece of cloth..." Aerwyn didn't expect Tylin to offer to help him so he figured he'd do it on his own. Tylin obliged and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to Aerwyn."...Why aren't you fighting?" Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. "I already told you dear boy. I'm nearly out of mana, a mage should never allow themselves to be completely without mana lest they find themselves in a situation that will see their end.""Master Ferlin said you could best an orc in melee though." Aerwyn spoke as he folded up the handkerchief on his chest."I can protect myself but make no mistake, i am no soldier. If i fought now i would exhaust myself quickly and should i need to flee with Sera i would find myself unable to.""You would leave the people of Setrhyn to die? I thought necromancers were in the villages to protect them." Aerwyn asked and took a swig of the potion, leaving half to pour on his arm."I've already done my duty as a Fae'Laran necromancer, the rest is up to the people of Setrhyn. I'm not required to die with them should the village fall and i have no intention of losing Sera if it comes to that, hence my current resting state dear boy."Aerwyn let those words sink in as he prepared himself to pull out the earthen spike. Tylin was an odd character, at times he can seem caring in his own peculiar way and other times he can seem so incredibly cold and calculating. It reminded him of Sera, although her personality was flipped, at least for Aerwyn. She seemed caring more than cold while Tylin often felt more cold than caring."URGG!" Aerwyn screamed through his clenched jaw as he ripped the spike out. Blood shot out like a fountain for a moment and once it stopped Aerwyn poured the rest of the potion on the wound before tying the handkerchief around it with his free hand and mouth.He didn't have anything to use as a sling right now so he had to make due with letting the broken arm rest on his lap as he climbed back atop the zin beetle to see the progress of the battle. His attention was pulled south as he saw Erit along with the spiders only just now reaching the humans and not far behind them was Teek and the goblins.
