An inexplicable phenomenon occurred in the sky above the city.
At night, it was rare to see clouds, as they blended into the darkness of the sky from the sun setting below the horizon. However, at this moment, everything was different, the very laws of nature were distorted beyond recognition. Hundreds, then thousands of small cloud clusters appeared above the city of E-Rantel.
The famous adventurers watched with frightened faces as mysterious clouds of green smoke rushed toward the cemetery. As soon as they converged, a heart-rending wind blew. It flew toward the cemetery from all sides, only to converge, forming a terrifying tornado.
The base of the magical tornado merged with the devilish clouds, creating a violent combination of dark and necro energy in the process. The world saw the wrath of madness that it had never seen before.
If the best liches of this world were in the city, they would have fallen to their bony knees, hiding the gaze of their hollow eye sockets from the true manifestation of a miracle. A miracle that no doubt originated from the Necropolis - the City of the Dead. But one famous necromancer was present in the city, and now his living eyes were ready to crawl out of their sockets. Khajiit watched in complete disbelief and awe as an entire ocean of negative energy began to suck in all the bones from the city cemetery. The tornado devoured all the crumbs of death, combining them in itself to multiply the final result many times over.
"A fascinating sight," the man standing straight in a fancy helmet joyfully spread his palms to the side, as if he were greeting an old friend.
The Yggdrasil player couldn't even imagine that cheap scrolls from the game store could compare in visual effects to super-tier spells. It's a bit of a pity that you can't judge a book by its cover or a person by their clothes. The Lord of Dawn understood that the final result could easily be hacked with simple tenth-level spells.
True, for this world everything was different.
A threat that was no less than the rampage of one of the Dragon Lords descended upon him. From the poisonous green whirlwind of bones, the foundation for the birth of the Royal Dragon of the Dead began to form. Due to the weakness of the source material, the result should be quite mediocre by Yggdrasil standards: laughable physical defense and a small number of inversions, but the scroll completely compensated for these weaknesses with a strong magical foundation.
Second... second... third...
Only a few seconds passed, but to Khajiit it felt like an eternity.
Three seconds, during which a dragon formed from the whirlwind.
This fact was especially hard on Evileye. She belonged to the undead race - vampires. Therefore, she felt the arrival of undead, surpassing all human limits, more clearly than others. What can I say, even two ordinary bone dragons felt horror for a split second before their natural resistance to fear kicked in.
At that moment, her partner, Lakyus, bit her lip.
The Blue Rose leader immediately realized that the man emitting a bright aura was suspicious. The suspicions probably began when they first met, but they were greatly aggravated after discovering his immense strength.
It seemed to her as if before her was a being of a completely different level; than a human or an undead. As if he was what could be called a God. And as we know, no mortal being can understand what is going on in the minds of such powerful beings: capable of opening doors to other dimensions or creating such dangerous undead with a lazy gesture…
"I am a life researcher, so it is difficult for me to answer a death sorcerer with his own craft," the words of the Lord of Dawn suddenly popped into her head.
What if this being is even more powerful, dangerous, and incomprehensible than she thinks? He claims he doesn't even understand the study of death, whatever that means. If that's true, what happens to the world if a mortal offends God? What if God decides to wipe out all of humanity to rid himself of pesky flies?
She swallowed. For the first time in her life, Lakyus felt such all-encompassing terror. Her green eyes darted around in shock, searching for an answer to the single question: "What to do?"
What should we do to prove the usefulness of humanity and its right to exist?
Suddenly, a crazy thought struck her head.
A dangerous creature whose strength and power are comparable to God...
He had a companion at his disposal. A beautiful girl who would follow him into hell. The solution came by itself. Lakyus was less beautiful than even the princess of the kingdom, not to mention Bondrewd's mysterious companion. But it didn't matter, Lakyus was confident in her feminine powers. On top of that, she had Ivileye, Tia, and Tina by her side. The four of them would come up with something. Anything for the sake of saving humanity.
One of her companions, Evileye, was not currently thinking about such vulgar and arrogant things as saving humanity with her body. Unlike the leader of Blue Rose, she was tormented by fear, which was weakly suppressed by the resistance of the undead. It was suppressed... But this happened so often that even the passive skill began to malfunction.
If we talk about the reasons for fear, then perhaps the fear was caused by the tornado that had just died down. The green whirlwind ended, but It came in its place. A gigantic creature, whose size exceeded two bone dragons combined. Every detail of the undead caused involuntary surprise, since ordinary bones almost sparkled in the absolute darkness. The royal dragon of the dead had two pairs of wings, three pairs of legs, as well as three muzzles and mouths, like a Cerberus. But even despite the horror, it still felt royal grace.
Step…
One stomp of the giant paw spread the sound of crushed earth throughout the cemetery, as if a multi-story building had collapsed somewhere nearby. The next steps also caused a rumble and a slight shaking of the ground, as if from a weak earthquake. Smoke flew out of the creature's nostrils, as if from burning straw. Green and acrid smoke rose upward, flying above the eyes burning with scarlet fire.
"Amazing, I've never seen such an effect of creating undead before. It's doubly surprising that it appeared in such a weak bone dragon. Not even in the Emperor's. Simply amazing," Bondrewd admired how the laws of the world adapted the spells from Yggdrasil to their conventions, as if a new species of beast had been discovered.
"W-weak..." Falling to his knees, Khajiit looked towards the approaching dragon with tears in his eyes. It glanced back at him, but only for a pitiful moment.
The Royal Dragon of the Dead had a rather advanced consciousness. At his birth, he received an order that defined his life and purpose: "Serve the Lord." Nothing else mattered to him. Until now. Some pathetic two bone dragons dared to stare aggressively at his master. Such humiliation could not be tolerated, as a good servant, he considered it his duty to destroy all mosquitoes for his master at any cost.
"Pitiful kinsmen," a booming voice, so loud and mystical that everyone outside the cemetery heard it. Just recently, the adventurers and guards had managed to calm down after long explanations from the three members of Blue Rose. They had piously assured them that their companion was not dangerous. Now they panicked again, as if the devil himself had risen in the cemetery. "Die."
Opening its right and left mouths, the dragon released two powerful necro-beam charges. Black-green streams of necro-flame covered the smaller relatives, evaporating them to the state of atoms. Khajiit was only miraculously not touched by the attack, except that his face was badly burned from the necro-beam fumes. But there was no pain. There was only awe, mixed with admiration.
"Well, you have a will of your own. Amazing," Bondrewd extended his palm, admiring the fact that a mere scroll had created such intelligent undead.
The dragon that approached him joyfully lowered its central head so that its owner would reward it with a pat. Like a small puppy, it began to joyfully wave its indecently long tail, the end of which resembled a sharpened axe.
"Master," the dragon said, lowering his voice as much as possible so as not to irritate his master.
"Your task is to protect the peace of this cemetery from the risen dead," considering that skeletons often resurrected here and necromancers roamed, the Lord of Dawn appointed the bone dragon to the position of guard.
Of course, his actions had a double and triple bottom. So, Bondrewd did a good deed, protecting the peace of citizens from the weak undead. But on the other hand, now in the city there was an incredibly dangerous combat unit, capable of wiping it off the face of the earth in a couple of minutes. In fact, Lord Dawn had an excellent lever of pressure on the king and the kingdom as a whole. And maybe on the continent.
- As you command.
- No, the God of Death... Everything I believed in...
Khajiit lost heart.
One of Bondrewd's companions looked at the poor necromancer with such an understanding look that it was as if she was facing a kindred spirit.
Meanwhile, the dragon, pleased with the order, went to trample the ground in the direction of the recently resurrected skeletons. In the gifted "undead" he intended to devote himself entirely to the mission of his master.
"Don't lose heart, stand firm in your knees," the Lord of Dawn encouraged.
"It was a mid-level undead, it could easily be destroyed by magic higher than the ninth rank.
- But people are not able to use even the seventh...
- I'm sure you just haven't met such people. The world is boundless in its secrets. For example, my old friend can easily summon more dangerous and powerful undead, since he specializes in the area of your research, - Bondrewd did not specify that his friend was an Archlich, and the creation of such undead required experience points. - He is the Lord of Death, and I am the Lord of Dawn. Our areas of interest are diametrically opposed, but at the same time similar in some ways, - with undisguised nostalgia, the Lord of Dawn caused real chaos in the heads of all listeners.
Almost all of them were overcome with undisguised despair.
If there is already information about two Lords, then how much more is the world hiding from them? However, everyone was afraid to ask the question. Nothing is more frightening than the possible truth.
Slowly, a tall man with a closed helmet on his head approached the kneeling necromancer. He leaned on his knee and slightly tilted his head down. A purple glow fell on the shocked face of the Zuranon cultist. It seemed as if the purple glow concealed a power capable of destroying the world. With bulging eyes and a dry throat, he gathered his courage to speak.
- Lord of the Dawn... Whatever you command, I-I-I will do everything. I promise, I will give...
"Don't confuse me with a robber," the man slowly pulled back, raising both palms in a calming gesture so familiar to him. Although, it seemed to Khajit that they were planning to strangle him with these palms, which caused the shaking of his body to intensify several times. "I don't plan to rob you," a complete misunderstanding arose. "Better tell me, are there catacombs hidden under this chapel?" the creature, who was promoted to God today, asked in a cheerful tone.
"There… there… is hidden the Crown of Mu-Wisdom, Lord…" Khajiit said, bowing his head to the ground. "We keep a man there who is capable of using any magical item…"
"The Crown of Wisdom?" the Lord of Dawn asked, turning the question to something less important.
— The treasure of the Slane Theocracy. It enhances magic in exchange for intelligence.
"A magical amplifier with a negative effect? Belonging to another country, how interesting," putting his hands behind his back, he headed towards the necromancers' hideout.
What he cared about was not the magical enhancement, but rather a person who could use any item. The Chimera Lord had accumulated a large number of scrolls and artifacts that had an unpleasant race or class binding. Not all of them were purchased from the game store, so as to focus on mass sales to players.
"Lord of Dawn!" Lakyus gulped and asked him to stop, turning very pale. Shades of pure whiteness changed on her beautiful face not by the minute, but by the second. "What-what should we do with him?" She pointed towards the kneeling Khajiit.
Message: "I found you interesting, so I will hand you over to the authorities. Apparently, according to local laws, you will be executed, but do not worry. Even after death comes life, but do not give others a reason to see this truth," - having disguised the promise to resurrect the necromancer, turning him into a lich, Bondrewd looked kindly towards the adventurers. At that time, the necromancer pressed his head even more to the ground.
"I don't know the laws of this country. Perhaps he should be handed over to the guards for a fair trial," he shrugged and continued moving toward the crypt.
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