The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 903: Follow Raeʼs Lead

The Orcs took Raeʼs words as gospel truth, and fired magical flares up into the sky, lighting up the portals and the incoming army.

The locals were staggering and laughing as they ran to grab weapons and don armour, but the children were tasked to stay by Lotus.

Not for their safety, or at least not entirely.

Their job was to keep up the songs so that the party didnʼt have to end while the adults fought a glorious night battle.

Remi came out to confer with the village shaman and her assistant, then began preparing large spells to handle the threat.

Instead of remaining inside the city walls and casting out, Remi had transformed into Spirit Snake form with the decrepit old Orc Shaman on her back, so they could both see what was going on.

The Orcs were up on the wall, and Lotus had the perfect spell for this situation.

[Field of Vines] was primarily an entanglement ability. But she could just make the vines perfectly straight and stiff, while the Orcs cut them off to hurl them as spears toward the undead.

The vines regrew instantly as the Tree of Life appeared in the middle of the village, and Tessa mounted Thor, ready to leap over the wall the moment that the charge was sounded.

Staggering drunk, and from a hundred metres away, the Orcs were missing far more throws than they hit, but they were certainly having fun competing for kills as they laughed.

Karl was a bit more pragmatic, and much more sober, so he took out his bow and began to target everything that wasnʼt a zombie.

The mindless undead were not the weakest in the army, but they were the least threatening if the leadership group was eliminated.

So far, the only thing that had come through the portals was a horde of zombies and a few Demonic Necromancers, who had been no match for the might of [Void Blast] on Karlʼs arrows. It made for a chaotic situation outside the walls, as the zombies were drawn to the signs of life, but they were left without guidance on what might be an important target.

Then Cara realized that there was a better way to annoy the undead.

[Sister Remi, cast Apocalypse through all the portals and see who comes out to play.] She insisted.

She was circling over the battlefield, waiting for someone to play with, but they werenʼt sending anyone.

The shambling horde was almost to the town walls now, and more of the spears were hitting their targets, leaving a swathe of undead corpses in the fields as the horde approached.

Nachtia unleashed a wall of her black mist breath weapon, which caused the undead who entered to simply crumple to the ground, lifeless. In the dark, the zombies didnʼt even know that they were walking into danger.

Chief Snakebite stood beside Karl, hurling spears made of Lotusʼ vines, and laughed as Thor created a coating of ice along the ground with [Blockade], and the undead began to slip and stumble.

It was like they were staging a comedy show, enraged, but completely incapable of making it to the city across the ice.

Then the amused behemoth created a second wall above them and smashed the undead between the two walls.

The barriers shattered as the undead lashed out the moment they sensed danger. But hundreds were crushed, and the aftermath left giant boulders of ice in the field that the zombies had to navigate around.

Then Rae joined the battle with [Blood Destruction], and explosions rocked the battlefield, shredding zombies, while sending a mist of filthy blood into the sky.

The flaming vortexes of [Hellstorm] easily cleaned the worst of the mess as Hawk passed by and left presents before bombarding the newest arrivals to the region.

The sound of the drums was pulling more and more undead toward the village, faster than the combined efforts of the villagers and even Karlʼs teamʼs area attacks were taking them out.

But still, there were no signs of leadership, other than the handful of Necromancers that Cara and Rae had killed. Even having Remi cast [Apocalypse] through the portals hadnʼt drawn out anything fun.

Chief Snakebite looked over the battlefield as a fresh round of flares went up, accompanied by fireworks.

”Do you think that they realized that it was a trap?” He asked idly, then took a long swig of Grog.

Karl shrugged. ”It seems like it. Either that, or they simply donʼt want to send any more troops to us. It looked like they were building up for something big, and we know they use portals to attack, so it could be anywhere.”

The Chieftain laughed and tossed another spear out into the horde, impaling a zombieʼs forehead.

The zombie horde was almost to the moat now, though Thor was likely to drive them back with [Blockade] so that they would be properly clustered for the fire spells to incinerate them.

Zombies burned especially well, especially under the effects of Ghostfire. The creatures didnʼt have a soul to damage, but the flames seemed to burn through the link that the undead had to this world, destabilizing them long before their bodies were charred to the point of destruction.

The eerie quiet of the battlefield took some getting used to, though.

The War Drums continued, and occasional whoops of celebration among the villagers could be heard. But the undead horde didnʼt make a sound as they approached. Nothing when they were caught in the barriers, and only the vague crackling of fire in the distance as they died.

That began to change when the undead began to send different troops through the portals.

Wave upon wave of zombies gave way to screeching banshees, insane Revenants, and fast-moving ghouls, which kept stopping to pick through the zombie corpses on their way forward.

Chief Snakebite chuckled and took another swig of the grog.

”Well, here we go, boys. I hope that you have a way to deal with banshees because it might be game over for us.” He muttered.

Karl chuckled as Rae ripped the first one apart, leaving nothing but ethereal mist floating in the air. Then, the presence of another attracted the [Hellstorm] vortexes, which lit the entirely soul-based undead on fire in the most peculiar way, burning in an incorporeal way that didnʼt affect the undead around it, and couldnʼt be put out.

”I think we might still have a shot.”