Korax held both scabbards, putting the blade until the very end so that it made a small clicking sound; Korax was an über muscular Shadow Elf, and defacto leader of the Esim clan. Tamura immediately was wary of the young Elf, looking at him with eager eyes and even more eager mannerisms.
“We must go,” he said simply, “you magic users, will lead us to new lands I’m sure.”
“New lands…” Madakos whispered, “yes I suppose that’s true.”
At least I hope. I don’t want to give this guy false hope, he deserves new lands. I will do everything in my power to live differently. New lands. New life. New.
The Devil that had been sniped by Hunila was revived by another Devil, the two Devils brandished glowing hot weapons as they looked around.
“Where are they?” The Sniped Devil asked to scared silence, “I asked where the fuck are they!”
“They’re… we don’t know, we were too busy dealing with these towers!”
One of the towers shot at them and then another struck the Devil that had just been revived, requiring a further revive. The fury in the surviving Devil, was that of a volcano, an angry volcano.
“You useless cunts can’t even deal with fortifications!” The Devil said, “The Ice and Earth Demons probably laugh at you!”
In this moment, two Necromancer Lords appeared in front of the Devils and Demons. The Devil scratched his big head, and sighed audibly for everyone to hear. The towers still killed Demons in the background as the Devil summoned red fire to destroy at least four of the closest towers. The towers crumpled into their footprint, before a very pernicious Undead warlord showed up. A Spectre Lord, by the name of Maras; he could teleport a kilometre a second and not spend a lick of mana doing so. He had 15 Reapers, a few regular ghost scouts, 40 Ghouls, 10 Bane and a few Spectres and some Wraiths. Reapers were armed like the grim reaper, with a scythe that had blades on both ends, wore a customary black hood that their ethereal bodies complimented; Bane could suck the life force out of the living with their hands and heal allies, luminescent blue shone from their bodies and shone even more distinctly in the act of combat; Ghouls were purple rabid beasts that scratched enemies with poison; Wraiths were outfitted in black jagged armour with throwing knives at their disposal. Spectres were armed with stabbing knives, wearing hoods and robes to hide their skeletal features. Spectres were useful for assassination and were not good at large crowds, therefore Maras in commanding other kinds of ghosts had allies who could make up for his deficiencies. Maras laughed manically at the sight of the Demons and the two Devils.
“Infernals? Fire Infernals are not welcome here!” He said simply.
“Uther!” One of the Devils screamed, “Uther, is it not your job as ambassador to talk to these scum?”
Scum huh? I’ll show you scum.
Uther merely looked; the Undead in question crossed his arms, skeletal hand in skeletal arm, and created a new Spectre. Not a Lord, so lacking agency, a mere servant of Maras’s will.
“Cause chaos on my signal…” he whispered quietly.
He had no eyebrows or alive eyes, but he scanned along the battlefield for how he would punish the Demons.
“By the order of the Fire Demon Lord get the fuck out of our way!” One Demon said armed with a pike.
“Fire Devils, Fire Demons. This is not even your world. Who invited you here? Hmmm?” Maras said, causing explosive levels of anger in the entire Demon army.
Both Devil’s blood vessels swelled, writhed like maggots on their faces with unbridled rage, swelling fists that pointed in his general direction before a booming voice said:
“Kill him!”
“Kill?” Maras mused, “ah… but I’m already dead.”
The Reapers sliced through the Demons, and the Spectre minion jumped about stabbing Demons in the back. The Ghouls dealt with thousands, Maras on the other hand jumped backwards, avoiding fireballs and feral enraged Demons. Demons were jumped out of portals as they attempted to catch the Necromancer off guard. They failed. Reapers sliced through emerging Demons, at least a few Reapers being blown up in flames, others being healed by Bane that turned Demons into prunes to heal allies. The Demons popped out of everywhere and anywhere, attempting to flood the Spectre Lord’s position, he hopped about, his ethereal beings slicing and dicing. Maras used his Wraiths as a personal bodyguard, they flanked him, and formed around him when he teleported somewhere else; they threw knives at high speed, high precision and were armoured enough to survive most Demons attacks. The Wraiths could not compare to most missile units in terms of volume shot, they were quick assassins, they lacked crowd control abilities.
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“Ooh, flyers I have some too.”
The Reapers flew into the sky and began slicing the pursuing flying Demons.
“Kill that fucker! Put his head on a pike!” One of the Devil’s screamed.
“Oh but my head does not go on a pike?” Maras laughed maniacally.
Maras deftly drew his forces back, as the Demons pushed forwards determined to ‘kill’ him. Many thousands of Demons poured and Maras’s meanwhile grinned internally beneath his black hue robe.
Fools.
Skeletons and Ghouls emerged form the sand, hacking and slashing with poisonous claws at the Demon army, the ethereal beings turned around to further cement the slaughter. Maras had 500 Ghouls poisoning the Demons, which turned into a bloody maw for the Demons who did not retreat or surrender. The two Devils began resurrecting some of the Demons and sending them back, the dark mana that the Necromancer collected was still collected, but it now had to kill the same people once more. Maras stared over the massacre he so cunningly created, his ethereal beings cutting Demon after Demon to pieces, summoning more ethereal beings to fill the vacancies, and to continue the battle. Large fiery boulders were now being chucked in his general direction, with Reapers cutting many of the boulders.
“Someone is angry huh…” Maras chuckled, “well can’t blame them.”
Thousands of Demons lay dead, but the Demons continued their attack with reckless abandon, wave after wave of fiery Demon lay dead, skeletons easily felled, but Ghouls with their poison inflicted many deaths and allowed Maras to summon more Ghouls and inflict casualties in perpetuity. Fireballs, flew in his general direction, but the problem was his general direction could be anywhere depending on where he teleported. His other coup was more cunning, he summoned a Spectre which he made to pretend was him, and he slowly wheeled behind the Demon lines, the battle raged in the background; dark energy, or death mana slowly accumulated, Ghouls and skeletons appeared behind the Demons; the carnage was absolutely astonishing, there were dead everywhere, ambassador Uther survived by being next to the two Devils who blasted scorching sun hot beams of pure rage. Maras withdrew his forces, the Ghouls stayed behind to inflict casualties, while the rest of their force withdrew somewhere.
“Damn those Undead!” One Devil said smashing his foot into the ground, “the rulers of Dina must explain themselves!”
“Explain themselves?” Maras said to the two Devils, appearing right in front of their noses, “go back to your lava.”
And then he disappeared. Uther interrupted the anger of the Devils, running up to them with a small squadron of impish pikemen. The Devils were bubbling with rage, spittle escaping their mouths, their fists clenching.
“We should be chasing the Warlock!”
“We have no idea where he got to,” one of the Devil’s said, “besides I am itching for a fight.”
I think Devils technically rank higher than the Fire Demon Emperor, but still, what am I going to tell him? This Devil is sabotaging my mission for his own personal vendettas, then again, those Necromancers really fucked with us huh. But even so the Demon Lord won't be happy. Can I keep my head, if I die because of these Devils’ stupidity I hope to become a ghost and haunt them.
Maras had retreated and had rearranged Ildrid to stand in location.
“I hear you were done in by a Warlock,” Maras whispered, “the Demons are currently chasing us, so I would be wary.”
“Demons?” Ildrid said, “my skeletal armies will be torched, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Growing my power?” Maras laughed, “why not do the same.”
“Damn it Maras. Thank you for raising me from death, but I wonder what for, I am going to get absolutely torched by those…” Ildrid turned around and the ghost had disappeared, “oh you have to be kidding me…”
Ildrid crouched his entire army of skeletons and immediately went northwards in hope of avoiding the angry Demons. He failed. Miserably. The Demons not only found him, they all began attacking his forces. Imps, large Demons, regular Demon soldiers, shields, shieldless, pikes, swords, claws. Ildrid summoned skeletons to hack and kill, and summoned more skeletons afterwards, he was fighting an endless horde, and just when it seemed Ildrid would be destroyed, when it all seemed hopeless, Maras appeared. Outwitting the Demons for a third time, the Fire Demons were set upon by a horde of 1000 Ghouls, Demons writhed in agony with the onset of poison as Maras teleported around surrounding the Demons and finishing off the Devils at the same time.
“So unfortunate,” Maras whispered in a low murmur.
Wraiths protected his person, they threw knives at any Demon that got too close, but others were merely scratched or sliced into pieces.
“Ildrid?” Maras said giving him a knowing look.
The skeletal Lord threw himself into action, summoning thousands of skeletons which immediately slammed into the Demon line, Uther would have died had massive five metre Demons not arrived to save him from imminent death; the large Demons armed with giant flaming swords and spewing fire, you could see how Uther avoided becoming a corpse. The Demons fled the battle site, Uther leading them up northwards through the winding deserts trying to find where the Warlocks went. Maras did not leave them alone, instead choosing to harass them. Uther having to summon Demon reinforcements to deal with the Undead threat that tailed him.