Chapter: 811
When he opened them again, Blue had already turned around, standing over a knight with a bone sword in its back.
With a swift ring of its sword, Blue severed the spine and pulled its sword out in one clean movement; the blade trailed along the armor’s edge causing a ringing while a splash of green blood spattered out.
[115 Exp]
“Fuck.”
Jay whispered, impressed. He could think of nothing else to say as he just avoided being crushed.
Not only was the knight’s armor-clad body imprinted into the foundation of the tower by the force of the impact, but Blue had looked like a veteran while executing it.
As Jay handed Blue its new gauntlet, he almost felt like he was not cool enough to be around his own undead.
Blue gazed upwards for a moment and turned to Jay, stepping backwards into the tower, signaling Jay a safe passage.
Jay glanced upwards as he entered the tower and a stream of light illuminated the roof, allowing him to vaguely see his skeletons running back down the turning staircase towards himself and Blue.
“Huh, just one guard.” he thought, looking at the body on the ground.
“Maybe the skeletons got the drop on the knight and killed it the easy, and arguably, the most funnest way possible.” he nodded approvingly.
Jay looted it but received nothing.
“Hm, next time,” he shrugged.
Jay thought about ascending the tower next, hoping to find some loot or some magic puzzle, yet as soon as he laid his foot onto a wooden stair, it croaked and warped so much that it seemed like it was about to snap.
“No wonder the knight didn’t come down. Not worth the risk,” Jay frowned, “it’s only a low level dungeon anyway, so there probably won’t be anything of lasting value. I should just complete this dungeon and exit, before that vampire Asra wakes up.”
Jay walked out of the tower, guesstimating (guess+estimating) at how much time had passed in the real world.
“Hmm, I think I’ve been here for a little over twenty-four hours. I left around the afternoon, so about two to three hours have passed in the real world.” he nodded.
“Another day in this dungeon, and she might be awake by the time I return… hmm…”
Jay’s eyes landed on the thick writhing root coming out of the pit by the tower, and he subconsciously placed a time limit on himself: 24 hours.
(Cut open that thick living root.) Jay ordered, monitoring the skeletons while planning about what to do with Asra.
Jay suddenly started laughing, thinking about Asra.
“Oh yeah, she thinks my name is Bob, that I’m level four and under her mind-control spell,” he chuckled, “I can’t wait to see her face when she finds out I’m faking it. But first, I’ll need information from her.”
“While she thinks I’m under her control, she will have no reason to lie to me, so this is a golden opportunity to get some answers from her.” He nodded.
Finally he had some time to himself to think within a time-warping dungeon.
“But what are my goals here? First, I want any information relating to necromancy. Second, I want to fully escape the mage hunters who are still fucking chasing us…” Jay shook his head, wondering why they bothered to chase him with such conviction.