Caena

"People are fighting outside with their lives on the line, while these people are enjoying themselves," said Caena, looking at the hall filled with people.

"You can't blame them, Onaz. They are scared and want to forget what is happening outside." I replied

"Besides, it's not like, they have not helped. They have helped, just by just staying in the city." I added and looked at the bustling floor of velvet blue.

Like all the floors, it is packed.

We have made several exceptions today. We had not only closed the legacy but also increased the seating, making it look like other legacies, which are always crowded.

Despite the increasing seating, it is not crowded like Vanis's Tavern or Brock's.

"You are right," she said and sighed.

We mingled around the hall. Talking to patrons, providing them with such a service, that they would forget the battle raging outside.

I am constantly receiving updates on the battle, and it is making me feel worried.

The things weren't good; the undead had surrounded the army and began attacking them.

A minute ago, the powerhouses had come out and their numbers were greater than the intelligence had stated.

It's all up to Valentina now.

I have woven a powerful spell to ward off their discovery, but they are against a lot of skills. They won't be able to last more than an hour.

Those things are really dangerous.

When I saw that alchemical liquid in round glass containers with runes all over. I shuddered and took a step back in fear.

Valentina would need to bring them out carefully, but quickly. It will give us a big chance of victory.

I pushed those thoughts away when I saw Cath coming toward me.

"All the rooms are full. A lot of them are waiting for them," she said.

I could see that, too.

Usually, the rooms are around 65% filled at this time of the day and around 90% at night. There is always an empty room for those who want the private time.

Now it is 100% filled.

"Use the skill," I ordered.

The next moment, I felt her activating her skills. Its name is Cordial Clearing.

The power of these skills is enhanced in legacy. I also activated the charm, with a similar spell.

It's the first time, we have been using this skill in months as there is always room, but now with a horde attacking the city, many of them let go of reservation and started acting on their desires.

It is not just the men, but also women.

They will now feel a subtle compulsion to leave the room after they are done. I feel bad for doing this, but it needs to be done.

I stayed on the floor for a few minutes before going to my office.

As the door closed, the office disappeared, and the core appeared in front of me. Harnessing a large amount of emotions at thrice the rate of our best day.

We will need these emotions, seeing how much we owe to the merchant state.

A few seconds later, I closed the core and sat down at my table.

As I did, a couple of things appeared on it, expensive things, including resources from three plants we had harvested from the legacy.

I am going to craft the charms.

If things went as Remus wanted. He will need the charms, a lot of them.

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Boom Boom Boom

The cannons boomed continuously, while the enemy's powerhouses came out of the undead.

Their number repeatedly kept climbing in my head, till they reached above what we have.

We have a good number of powerhouses, both Lv. 30+, pre-Lv. 30, mid-Lv. 20, but the enemy seemed to have learned the lesson from the last battle and brought out more numbers.

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They have come from not only Vris'alud but also from the Panar.

They have not taken only the undead from Panar, but also a lot of its powerhouses. On whom, we had intelligence, and it's a good thing; we had passed to our powerhouses.

They now know their abilities and estimated strength, which will help them fight against them.

Still, it would be hard to win against such numbers, when they are being supported by half a million undead and loads of cannons.

Rip Rip Rip!

My saber moved against the undead. Killing several at every attack, but they are everywhere.

No matter how much, I had killed; there would be more of them. I would need to kill them without stopping or they would swallow me.

Every person fighting in the front is facing the tides of zombies, while the thorns are fighting the enemy powerhouses.

We will not be able to last for a long time in front of the unending tide of the undead.

They will tire us out before finishing us off.

Hun!

A few seconds passed when I received the news of the first casualty.

The officer died, a Captain.

He was at Lv. 28 and joined the army three months ago. Now, he is dead, killed by the enemy.

Unfortunately, he won't be the last to die in this battle.

It is why, we need to act fast with our plan, but how fast we could act depends on only one person.

Valentina.

She has the most important job. If she succeeded, we would get a huge leg up against the undead.

I had spent a fortune to get those things.

Two hundred and forty bottles of essences. I could have been able to buy a lot of things.

Thousands of enchanted weapons and their servicing. Cannons and its ammunitions, and other things, but I have used those to buy four unstable things.

I needed to because if it succeeded. It will not only help me win this battle but also send a message to the undead.

They would be really careful about attacking my city next time.

I pushed the thoughts and focused on the undead around me. That my rapier is cutting through.

It didn't matter if it was a common undead or an uncommon one. It would be slain by my blade as it tore through it.

I didn't use the skills or even the power of enchantment. Using those against the undead would be a waste.

Clang!

I was slow to dodge the attack and the sword of the skeleton hit me on my back.

My armor had protected me from it.

Despite all my strength, a common skeleton was able to hit me.

This is the advantage of the numbers. If there are enough of them, then even the powerful would lose their life.

I received news of another death; an LV. 25 officer. I am just receiving the news about the officers, not the soldiers, who are dying in much higher numbers.

It is happening faster than I had liked.

Our people are fighting hard. From warriors to mages, who had time to learn the new spells.

They are now using the enemies who are veterans of many battles. It's difficult to fight them, given the experience they have.

Even Stone seemed pressed hard against the enemy.

Necromancer Methum is just as good a fighter as he is a commander. He has the support of Wayne and Xander, who are strong and experienced.

Hun!

A few more seconds passed when I saw the undead parting and a grey-skinned half-orc come out of them.

He is tall and buffed, wearing blue armor, and has a black enchanted ax in his hand.

Zagash Soribak

I know him, had all the information about him. Including his level. He was stationed in Panar for the past few months and loves to hunt people, that try to escape the city.

He is a pre-Lv. 30. Likely Lv. 28-29.

He is coming toward me, and I will have to fight it. There is no one else, everyone is busy.

He will be the strongest opponent, I will fight.

By level, we are similar, if I count my main class. Even with the Lord Class, I am close, but my attribute points are more inclined toward mental rather than physical.

If I had strength at twenty, rather than the charm.

I would have been far more confident, in fighting it and even defeating it. Currently, I am not, but I will fight, and had been training for it.

I have trained nearly every day in the past six months. I believe I have made good enough improvements to fight against the enemies like this.

At least survive against someone like him.

I have gained excellent control over my strength and skills. I will use everything; I have on him. There is no other choice but that.

Soon, there were less than five meters of distance between us, when a faint change appeared on his face.

At the same time, it appeared on mine and became bigger.

'Well done!' I said.

It is about Orok. He had killed a necromancer and the warrior, he was fighting. I am not one bit surprised about the warrior.

In the last battle, he had fought against the Lv. 30 and survived despite being at mid-Lv. 20.

He had killed a mage. A necromancer, which is notoriously hard to kill, especially when they are part of the horde, but he did while being a mid-Lv. 20,

A feat even powerhouses of Lv. 30 struggle to do, given how slippery these bastards are.

He should be proud of himself.

He has two inheritance skills, but they are not the sole reason for it.

Stone had called him the most experienced person in the army, despite being only twenty-two of age.

More than him, Cardin, and others, as they didn't fight for survival nearly every day like he did.

It is why, despite having an average talent. He could defeat anyone on the same level and even above it.

I have seen him fight and I don't think I am his match, even when he does not use his inheritance skill.

I pushed his thoughts away and focused on the enemy, who had entered the attacking range.

I didn't waste any time and activated Focus from the copied skill. It is still the best skill from the girls I could use in the battle.

There is one other skill, that I wanted to use. It is an amazing skill but after much thinking.

I decided to stick with Focus for this battle.

"You are outmatched, and there is no one to help you. It will be a lot less painful if you surrender," he said with his words infused with the skill.

It is mental skill, that amplified the suggestion. I could see myself outmatched against him and no one coming to help as he carved my body bloody.

It is quite a rare skill. Very helpful in cracking the willpower of the enemy.

"No, thanks," I replied with a grin.

He shouldn't use mental skills on me. My main class and the lord class give me good mental resistance, not to mention my high mental stats.

There is also a charm from Caena, which protects me from such skills.

"Then be ready for my ax, as it is going to carve your body bloody in a minute," he said. Putting a vivid picture in my mind, through his suggestion skill.

It is also quite a good distracting skill.

A few girls have a skill like that, but they are not suited for the battle. There is heavy resistance from them when used in combat settings.

"I am and I hope, you are capable of doing, what you say," I replied.

The half-orc didn't reply with words. He grinned, before leaping at me in attack.