The soul crystals are obtained especially by the elves, a piece of these crystals costs over 5 thousand gold for the difficulty it represents, not only stores, depending on the signs inscribed on its surface or inside, can amplify or, as in the case of the village of Lilith, collect magic from their surroundings, But even the elves do not have so many crystals, to see a golem (but six of them) live with that deceptive clumsiness that only inanimate beings have, each one must weigh more than half a ton of rock, they have no hands, they are only resistant pieces, geometric structures that give the impression of being humanoid but are limited to move like deadly dolls.

The sluggishness of his blows brings them within reach, the first one hits downward, I move to his side, the fact that I used the sword with the runes is for convenience, but it's time to use what the dwarven blacksmith king gave me. The dwarves who traveled with the elves into exile were master weaponsmiths, they are not interested in conquering, dominating or destroying anything, they just needed someone to carry their weapons, someone capable of filling the magic needed to activate them, to be worthy of them, since I arrived at his forge he made me work with special hammers, Since I arrived in his forge, he made me work with special hammers, with incredible temperatures, but above all in not depending on my magic or the protective incantations I carry, so even when it tires, I have no trouble using both hands to give a good speed to the sword, the impact gives a splinter the size of the stone I carry as a weapon, there is no time to admire, the second one comes, this one tries to kick me.

Since their movements are so telegraphed it's easy to escape, with the one with the kick it's only a turn that ends with me on my knees and the sword hitting in the joint of his right leg, since he has no spine or joints his attacks are limited, but at this rate it's going to take me a long time, taking advantage of the approaches to these golems I realize that they only have the attacks described in broad strokes, but from what I read their function is to stop whoever was here.... Why would the elves deny their greatest mage an exit? Besides, his pieces are being rebuilt, I need to finish this.

The third one to attack me does it looking to crush me between his for lack of a better word "arms", it's time to use the dwarven magic, the runes on my back give support and strength to the legs, the jump is to place me on top of the man, now let's see some strength in my arms, well, the sword is not as heavy as with the runes, but the magical reinforcement that the dwarven warriors practiced serves, the blow detaches the whole piece and it is split in half.

With similar blows I begin to disarm them all, when only two are left, their bright green color dims a bit, something like that I was afraid of, in a flash the lifeless, broken and useless figures reassemble, and even if they have fractures where they were broken before, now the magic joins them, that is what makes them so deadly, although I don't think so, I have to take drastic measures, that takes time, not to mention the danger of a fight where the magic powers my body, It is time to play dirty, I prepare one of the special runes against mages, I activate it against one of the golems with the dullest color, the rune floats slowly and lazily, however it would follow it, since it is immune to magical attacks, this rune is practically immune to physical attacks and most of the magical ones, as soon as the rune reaches its forehead, a flood of magic floods me.

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Leech Mana is one of the most effective runes that can exist when dealing with creatures that depend on magic to attack, in this case depend on it to survive, it extracts a large amount of mana and allows you to merge it with yours, very useful when the battle is prolonged, the magic I get is disgusting, I have never felt such a disgusting sensation, it is magic and I can use it, but I must not, it breaks several of my bindings with spells that are difficult to maintain, it destroys my balance, I feel that some of the bindings in the coffin are no longer receiving magic from me. ... this is very bad! I cannot waste a second.

As soon as this golem's magic leaves his body, the color leaves him and in less than two seconds, he has become immobile, as expected, they all shut down a bit to charge him enough, they are supposed to be slower, but I can't absorb magic from them, I run the risk of my beloved waking up, I have to use overly exhausting magic, but if I don't, I'll be in trouble.

Siphon of mana, the measure of the desperate, a small tornado descends and floods us all, it's a double edged sword, I use my magic to draw theirs out, I have to mix it up, sacrifice more of my magic reserves, none of this mana should return to the golem, it's a lot of magic, almost all the energy I have is gone, I'm sure this magic will wander for a few months until it disperses, since I didn't let the rot of corrupted magic go free, I hope it doesn't create any abominations or apparitions, unable to move or hold the field of vision, my eyes once again contemplate the fog of rot, at least I left enough magic for the cleanser of my face, I grope forward to quickly get to where I last saw the body of the elf magician, I have to cross the mountain of bones, through the deformities I can see the skeletons of many dwarves, several humans and creatures I don't know, the boots make them ring in my ears, it's a nightmarish place.

The mage is clinging to the reading, I guess his mind succumbed before his body, in his hands an evil book exhales some pestilential smoke, probably partly responsible for the miasma surrounding us, on the table there are some transport runes, he sent a message, but although I suspect the recipient, I do not know what he sent, what I do know is a lot of messages, some must have continued to arrive after his death, I take the least worn.

"Greetings dear friend.

I know it was very cruel to leave you there with those nasty humans and lesser races, but it was necessary to continue making Soul Crystals... have you finished the dwarf village we set up for you? If so, please let us know so that we can send another village to your lab, the gems you obtained by crystallizing their souls are of very good quality.

The plan is going perfectly, we have already sent my daughter with the key to your enchantment, just as you instructed, we have made all the modifications, my God knows I hate to do this, but she had to die so that we could regain our glory.

Don't blame me for keeping you locked up, it was important for you to finish your work, my friend, I miss sitting on the balcony with you and a few glasses of wine, chatting while the mercenaries captured the people, remember? Courage! As soon as I get to the villages, I have people working for our cause, they will take you to my daughter and the bastard accompanying her, you are free to do whatever you want with him, I only ask you to return our powers, everyone here is praying for your triumph.

Sincerely.

King Abalon"

I run, I do not mind stumbling, without feeling the furniture I push aside with my sword, nor the bones I destroy as I run, I knew they were cursed, but I did not think to such an extreme, I must return, I must be during the attack of the bloodthirsty elves on the Alcazar, life on the contin

ent is in danger!