NABC Chapter 39 Elena, don't blame me for being despicable
Chapter 39 Elena, don't blame me for being despicable
Like bandits, underground tombs, which are widely distributed throughout the world, are also a specialty of the continent of Itttin.
Especially in the North, during the reign of the dragons, the dragon priest regime left behind numerous underground tombs and a large number of wights.
There might even be an even more powerful Corpse Lord among them.
"What were those bandits thinking, leaving so many ghouls here?" Elena's eyelids twitched as she looked at the scene before her.
Inside the spacious tomb, ghouls rose from their coffins, their bloodlust aroused by the presence of the living.
"There's also a ghoul lord." Mordy noticed one of the ghouls that stood out from the rest. It wore fine armor, which, despite the passage of time, had not completely decayed.
Having just been resurrected from the stone coffin, the Corpse Demon Lord's empty eye sockets ignited with blue ghostly flames, and he opened his mouth to roar out in dragon language at the uninvited guest.
"*Dragon Language [Imbalance and Expulsion]*"
The roar transformed into an invisible shockwave, knocking down and sending everything in its path flying.
Modi's eyes sharpened. He drew his greatsword, planted it in the ground, and used the broad blade as a shield, along with his towering figure, to completely block the dragon's roar.
"Dragon language magic, or rather, dragon roars, are indeed not to be underestimated."
It felt like he'd been hit head-on by a car; although he was otherwise unharmed, he still felt terrible.
Elena, who was behind him, was unharmed, but she felt a gust of wind hit her.
Furthermore, the language that the Corpse Demon Lord had just shouted felt somewhat familiar to her, which greatly puzzled her.
But now was not the time to dwell on that. She looked at the man in front of her with concern and asked, "Mortis, are you alright?"
"It's nothing, a mere Corpse Demon Lord can't do anything to me."
Modi drew his greatsword, then pulled out the Sacrifice Axe, which was specifically designed to attack undead creatures, and gave the order:
"I'll deal with the Corpse Lord; the rest of the Corpse Lords are yours."
Leaving those words behind, he charged at the enemy like a cannonball with a speed unbecoming of his bulky armor.
Following him, his three kings, Gan, Wen, and Cui, were not to be outdone. They roared in battle and plunged into the horde of corpses, wielding hammers and axes to slaughter indiscriminately.
"Whether it's Mortis or his comrades, they're all incredibly strong," Elena said, suppressing her fear and gripping her straight sword tightly. "Even if I'm not as good as them, I can't be a burden to them."
A flash of fire appeared, and she ignited her straight sword, swinging it at a ghoul that lunged at her.
The blade, wreathed in flames, easily sliced through the ghoul's withered skin and decapitated it.
Having landed a successful blow, Elena drew her sword to defend, parrying the axe swung down by another ghoul and deflecting it, demonstrating her mastery of parrying techniques.
The ghoul who ambushed her lost his balance, staggered a couple of steps, and before he could regain his footing, he was pierced through the head by a poisoned throwing knife from justice.
Elena stepped forward, swung her straight sword, and gave the still-struggling ghoul a quick death.
"*Dragon Language [Imbalance and Expulsion]*"
Another thunderous roar rang out, startling her. She turned around sharply and saw a ghoul wearing a helmet with bull horns crawling out of the stone coffin.
That dragon-language phrase was clearly roared out by it.
The dragon's roar indiscriminately blasted away all the wights along its path, reaching behind Mordi, who was battling another wight lord.
Instantly, various protective spells were activated, reducing the power contained in the roar to a minimum.
When it finally reached him, it was only as gentle as a breeze.
"Another Corpse Lord?" He turned his head and glanced at the Corpse Lord out of the corner of his eye.
The curse was transmitted through the gaze, descending gently.
The newly awakened Corpse Demon Lord had barely taken two steps when he suddenly stopped, his body convulsing as if having an epileptic seizure, and covered in a layer of frost.
The extraordinary spell, Mortis's Trembling Chill Curse, is his self-created spell that can cause the target's muscles to spasm and their body temperature to drop sharply; it can even work on undead creatures.
With the other ghoul lord temporarily held back, Mordi turned his body, wielding his greatsword with one hand, cutting a group of ghouls in half and forcing back the first ghoul lord.
Taking a step forward, he cleaved down the sacrificial axe from the other hand as the enemy's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated.
The sharp, crescent-shaped axe blade tore through the scalp and skull of the Corpse Lord, penetrating deeper without hindrance.
A near-perfect vertical line appeared on its body, and its body split in two.
The ignition of the spirit fire symbolizes that the Deathbird behind this demonic artifact has accepted the sacrifice.
The first ghoul lord is dead, while the other has just escaped the [Trembling Curse].
Before it even got close, Modi ran towards it.
With the greatsword dragging on the ground, anticipating that the target had entered his attack range, he swung it forcefully, and the large metal block smashed towards the target.
The lingering memories within his muscles caused the Corpse Demon Lord to instinctively raise his sword and assume a blocking stance.
Lacking a brain, it clearly didn't realize how ridiculous its behavior was.
"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."
The greatsword instantly shattered the ancient longsword in its hand, followed by the sacrificial axe, which also severed its head.
The head wearing the horned helmet flew high into the air, and a headless corpse fell straight down.
With the two leading ghoul lords dead, the remaining ghouls naturally couldn't cause any trouble.
The three White Walkers—Gan, Wen, and Cui—who were far stronger than them, were enough to tear them to pieces.
Three minutes later, the battle ended when Elena beheaded the last ghoul with her flaming straight sword.
As the fire on her sword died down, Elena sheathed her sword, panting heavily, her hair once again soaked with sweat.
Her waist-length hair was tied into a ponytail. Compared to seven days ago, she had lost some of her innocence but gained more decisiveness and determination.
He looks no different from a local Itniti.
"For someone who has only been learning 'Basic Swordsmanship' for seven days, you have done very well." Modi praised her generously, which brought a smile to her face.
In this battle, Elena slew as many as seven ghouls, achieving a top-five finish.
Seeing the corpses scattered everywhere, she thought that Modi was going to use his previous spell to destroy all the bodies.
However, Modi did not do that. Instead, he called her over and spoke to her earnestly like an elder.
"Elena, do you see these corpses scattered everywhere? What do they mean to you?"
"Uh, garbage, waste that urgently needs to be disposed of?" she hesitated.
Modi nodded. "Indeed, most people consider them garbage, but have you ever considered that with the right methods, they can also become resources?"
His words left Elena completely bewildered.
"What method are you referring to...?"
"Elena, have you ever heard of blood magic and necromancy?" He finally revealed his true intentions, a smile playing on his lips.
She had never thought of this answer before. Her eyes widened, and she vaguely sensed what Modi was about to say.
"But, aren't blood mages and necromancers synonymous with evil? At least the townspeople of Baihe Town don't have a good attitude towards these two types of mages."
"No, Elena, you're mistaken. Spells are neither good nor evil; it all depends on the person using them."
He continued to patiently guide us: "If anyone still criticizes our identity when we use these two types of magic in the right way, it can only mean one thing."
We have infringed upon their interests.
Just like the cults that believe in the Mother Tree of Life, why would they desperately resist the Blood Mage's "Crimson Healing" and the Necromancer's "Flesh Stitching"?
These are simply two types of simple and practical spells that will affect their life-saving healing services.
"Elena, let me tell you something else."
Modi raised his greatsword high, tip pointing downwards, plunging it into the ground. Cursed magic and chilling blood energy seeped from the sword, surging towards the scattered corpses.
"Mayor Burke of White River Town commissioned me to cross Frostmourne, reach Winter's Throat, and finally eliminate the ice dragon that has taken up residence there and is causing harm to the town."
The Cold Blood True Qi stitched the fragmented corpses back together and covered them with a layer of frost.
The curse's magic awakens them, allowing the soulless dead to walk the earth once more.
Despite the scene being so wicked and blasphemous, when Elena turned her head and saw Mordy's serious expression, she immediately felt that much of the atmosphere was lost.
"In other words, before I can face the ice dragon on the mountain, I must first face the ice dragon's lackey in the Frost Tomb, a dragon priest."
One by one, the stitched-up White Walkers rose from the ground and stood in front of him in a square formation, awaiting his command.
Leading them were the two wight lords from before, but now they have been transformed into White Walker lords.
"Neither the ice dragon nor the dragon priest are ordinary beings, so I need all available assistance, even ghouls."
Modi's resolute and masculine face added a lot of credibility to his words, making him seem less like an evil mage.
He's more like an upright person who has to come into contact with evil magic in order to save the town.
At least that's how Elena sees him, though it's unclear how many layers of filters are involved.
"Yes, I believe you."
Upon hearing this, Modi couldn't help but feel guilty for having tricked the little girl out of her lollipop.
Elena, don't blame me for being despicable, but this is a necessary means to get you into the Greta School to be my apprentice.
Completely unaware that her trust had been exploited, Elena was also unaware that her aversion to blood magic and necromancy had lessened.
This was the first step in Mordy's plan: to take advantage of her trust in him and gradually lower her bottom line.
By the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late, and she had no choice but to obediently join the Greta School as a slave.
This story is also recorded in the idiom "boiling a frog in lukewarm water".
After cleaning the entire tomb, the vast army of White Walkers began to advance deeper into Frostmourne.
Modi and the others followed closely behind them, using them as cannon fodder without hesitation.
Frost formed along their path, adding to the already eerie atmosphere of the Frost Tomb.
Along the way, both magical traps and hidden mechanisms were destroyed by the cursed frost spreading from them, and none of them were successfully triggered.
When they encounter a resurrected ghoul, they swarm around it and turn it into a new companion.
After walking for several minutes, Modi and the others arrived at a new tomb chamber, where two paths branched off. One path was blocked by a door, while the other was unobstructed.
Elena stepped forward and pushed the door, but found it wouldn't budge.
I pulled it out, but there was no response; it seems to be locked.
"The door is locked and can't be opened from this side," Elena honestly said. "We might have to take a detour."