Chapter: 79
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Jay and Anya followed quietly until they were out of ear-shot of the other guards, then they questioned their escort.
“So, who killed all the bandits? Was it the captain?”
“No, they were like ants to him so he let the class trainers took care of it.”
“What classes were the bandits? What do you think their level was?”
The guard seemed to get annoyed “Look, i’m trying to protect you and I won’t be able to hear anything with all your bickering so just be quiet”
Jay and Anya seemed to ignore his request as they continued to question him as they walked.
“Look,” the guard stopped and turned around. “I’m not answering any more damn questions so stop asking. Just be quie–“
The guard’s sentence was cut short as an arrow pierced him through the neck, though it didn’t go all the way through to the other side.
He made a gurgling noise as he dropped his spear, grabbing the shaft in his neck while falling to the ground.
“Shit!” Anya yelled, pulling out her crossbow.
Jay was about to [shift] his ring but was going to wait a moment, just in case the guards from the dungeon entrance would hear and show up.
They heard a sly, unsophisticated voice from out in the forest, yet they couldn’t pinpoint it’s location.
“Look kids, I don’t wanna hurt ya, so just give me all ya got from that dungeon n’ i’ll be on mi’ merry way” the voice sounded from somewhere in the woods.
Still, no one showed up to help them, so Jay activated his necrotic ring as he responded to the lone bandit while a dancing mist of green gas and bones began to float around him.
“Bullshit.”
Anya had believed the bandit for a moment and lowered her crossbow – but raised it back up again hearing Jay’s response.
“Heh, don’t think your little…. bone shield is it? Whatever it is, don’t think that’s gunna stop me, kid.”
Before the bandit’s eyes however, clouds of green gas along with dozens of bones left the floating ring, as three bone creatures formed before him, rising from the green smoke as if leaving a portal on the ground.
Hesitating in shock, he couldn’t believe his eyes. This was something he had only heard stories of from people daring and high level enough to enter an undead-type dungeon – the tales of the necromancer. Yet there was one here, outside of a dungeon near a low level village.
Yet the bandit felt like luck was on his side “Ha, there’s only three of them? Some necromancer you are!” he scoffed at Jay – though Jay seemed to ignore his mocking as he pulled out 5 bone daggers and threw them to the ground in front of the tiny skeletons.
Each creature picked up a dagger or two as Jay lifted up his hand, pointing in the direction of the voice, and in a cold and emotionless voice he uttered a single word.
“Hunt.”
The bandits’ eyes widened seeing the three skeletons with glowing eyes and oversized rat skulls equip weapons as they charged at him.
‘Oh shit, they’re pretty quick!’ he thought.