Chapter: 215
It wasn’t a plan.
True to his word, Jay ran up to the stone soldier. It’s head turned and gazed at him before it’s body started waking up.
“Its going to be close” Jay thought as he sprinted towards it. He put away his shield and hammer to run faster.
“Asklin!” he activated his boots, dashing forward and closing the distance lightening-fast before jumping up high. With his hands over his head, he took his hammer out of his inventory, it appeared in his hand and he held it in a two-handed grip for extra damage.
“This shit be too easy!” he said with a smile as he brought the hammer down, smashing on its stationary head with two hands, crumbling its helmet and cracking its skull.
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“A critical hit! And I did double damage since I used two hands, nice!”
The force of the blow sent the soldier stumbling, Jay almost felt sorry for it. It was such an easy attack to pull off that he wondered why he didn’t do it before.
Jay pulled out his deathwalkers sentry shield, one of the stone soldiers was heavily damaged but the other one had just woken up.
“Kill the damaged one.” Jay commanded his skeletons as they sprung into action and wreaked havoc on the poor confused stone statue.
Before Jay even started fighting the second soldier, the first one was dead, slain mercilessly by his minions.
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Jay easily dodged the first swing and thumped the second soldier on it’s head, meanwhile his two skeletons started harassing it at its sides, and it wasn’t long before it fell to the flurry of hammers.
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Jay proudly smiled “It would be even quicker if Blue and Sweeper were here.” he then felt a weird sense of sadness “…Do i miss my skeletons?”
“Grow up man…” Jay said to himself “they’re just a product of a skill…” he chuckled at his weird thoughts before looting the statues and pressing onwards, deeper into the ruined city.
[Helvetian Ring]x2
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An old man in robes was inhaling some blueish-white ashes through his nose, giving himself visions.
“Mountains of flesh.. visions of death… visions of skeletons… visions of necromancy…” Albin said quietly before realising what he was seeing, his pure-white eyes bulged as he screamed in the underground room.
“Necromancer!” he caused his chains to rattle as he yelled. “Nh-NECROMANCER!” he yelled as loudly as he could, his hands shaking from fear.
“We must prepare… stop the war… we have no choice… A great threat looms in the future, death is coming, a new king, war and peace.”
The frail old man seemed to sound as if he was begging, his voice solemn, waiting as he listened to the guards’ response.
“It will be reported.” the guard said before rushing off, he sounded alert after Alben’s yelling. It was quite out of character for the old man to show such emotion after seeing his visions.
Alben sighed after the guard left. He had a unique class which allowed him to see possible futures, and he was currently a prisoner of the mage hunters, otherwise called the ‘safety bearers’; he was not dangerous enough to execute, but his class made him useful enough to have him imprisoned, so they simply did it. The mage hunters answered to no one.