Chapter 18: First Contact

After a few hours of that battle, we searched for the equipment of the fallen goblins.

It was just some small, low-value weapons and armor. Some were even made out of wood!

But to think of it further, it made sense. Too many soldiers would be hard on the equipment production side of an army, or that would be the case if they even had that kind of person (blacksmiths and armorsmiths).

Also, next, if there are any maps on the bodies, there were. But it was just like the scribbles of a young kid, impossible to understand.

Before we set out, I try to remember how many men I have left.

Me, Bon, Lina, and a group of 15 are what's left of us.

I tried to teach my men some tactical formations, such as splitting up for a pincer attack and so on.

Hmm.

They can execute it the way I explained, so there was no problem.

Idmon: “(t) Bon...”

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Bon: “(t) Yes, milord?”

Idmon: “(t) Are we able to revive the fallen ones?”

Bon: “(t) We are. Give me a few moments to put them back together.”

After an hour, he was able to bring the other guys to fighting condition.

Some were missing an arm or had cracked skulls, but at least they can still move, which is much better than carrying their bones for future use.

By the way, I had this weird feeling that Bon was different from the typical skeleton mage.

I wish someone here had analytical skills.

We rested for a few hours until day became night, more like a mental rest than sleeping or eating.

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I was walking around this area that used to be an outpost of the goblins.

I saw Lina sitting on top of one of the towers.

She looked at me and said,

Lina: “(t) Idmon… When will they wake up?”

Idmon: “(t) Who?”

Lina: “(t) Never mind.”

Then she went back, looking at the moon.

I never knew what happened to her or what made her a banshee, but one thing is for sure: it was not a pleasant experience.

A feeling full of regret makes you a ghost.

I wonder what made me undead—is it just me being revived from death?

By the way, she looked really pretty basking in the moonlight. She looked more like a goddess than a banshee at that time.

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I looked at the corpses of the fallen goblins and the hobgoblins.

Idmon: “Bon, are you able to revive this group of goblins and make them fight for us?”

Bon: “Yes, milord, but it will take days because of my meager supply of negative energy. I have to rest now and then before casting the skill.”

Idmon: “Okay, then, I’ll leave you here to revive all of these guys while I go ahead and scout the region with a small group.”

Bon: “Yes, milord.”

I chose Lina, two skeletal archers, and a skeleton mage.

We went out after discussing our would-be formations for small battles.