Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

In the eight months that he had spent in the dungeon, Rezar had never stopped training his swordsmanship skill, but in all honesty the sword wasn't his weapon of choice, after all he was a necromancer with very powerful melee abilities. The sword was just filling in until a proper chain scythe has been forged for him. But never the less he was good enough with the sword, and not just based on his skill level alone, in this fight, as opposed to the Hob-goblin, Rezar knew what he was doing.

[Apparition]

Rezar surged forwards, his sword piercing forwards to the throat of the hob-goblin, shadowy afterimages trailing after his form as a lightning blast from Lenore smashed into a fireball heading towards him. He didn't have to worry much it seems as Lenore and the others would watch out for him now, so he could focus on this fight wholeheartedly. The armored hob-goblin used his shield to defend, just as Gynaika went past, her spear going through the body of a mounted goblin along with his whole, pinning them both to the ground before they could blindside Rezar.

Rezar took a step back, evading a strike from the hob-goblin as a beam of golden light fell on him, accelerating his healing and prompting him to move forward as he twisted his wrist and sent it stabbing towards the right eye of his opponent. The shield was raised one again as the Hob-goblins sword found purchase in Rezar's side. Digging into his flesh and sliding in between his ribs. All Rezar did was grunt as he swiftly turned his sword and smashed the pommel into the helm covered hobgoblin head, producing enough force to push the hob-goblin back for a few steps.

[Black Bolt]

*Bang*

The shield was in the way, as it raised up to defends against the arcane of bolt of black magic. In a way it was quite surprising that Elysium was differentiating between black and dark magic. Dark magic was basically elemental spells of the darkness element, but black magic just had to be worst of all magic, the kind that had you sacrificing day old babies to greatest evil you could ever imagine. But back to the fight at hand, Rezar didn't let up or lose his advantage.

[Decay]

He aimed it at iron boots the hob-goblin had on. Decay was what Rot evolved to when it got to advanced level 9 and was about to enter the master grade. Basically Rot could only affect organic materials as a skill, but now Decay had effects on everything, both living and dead, and as such it didn't take too long for his right boots to start turning a shade of rustic red as age seemed to catch up with it and it began to rust. His step faltered a bit, and Rezar used that opportunity to move to his side and stab his sword towards the Hob-goblin's neck.

*Bang! *

A shield made of shimmering grey energy showed up, defending against Rezar's strike with a rebounding effect that pushed him three meters backwards and onto the incoming path of a rampaging wolf rider, but Screet was there with an upward thrust that sent both rider and wolf flying into the air and into the incoming axe of Neema that didn't hesitate to slice through them.

*Braaa-kraaam! *

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky right onto the Hob-goblin, eliciting a scream of pain from his as all the iron armor he had on was an all too good conductor of electricity. The armor was a nice touch, and with the weapons both he and Rezar were an equal match, but physics existed in Elysium too. And without enchantments to resist certain elements, most armors were just hunks of metal that increased speed, power, defense and magic.

The Hob-goblin shook with a fervor that left it stuck in a single position for five seconds, and the ensuing lightshow was enough to draw the attention of everyone else here, so Rezar took advantage of that. [Bind] the eldritch chains of darkness and shadows blasted out of his back and pierced into the armored Hob-goblins arms, feet and through his thighs before smashing into the ground and keeping him bound there. Then Rezar turned to the well-dressed mage Hob-goblin and raise both his hands up.

[Raise Undead]

[Skill Successful]

[You have raised 72 undead High goblins and Forest Wolves]

It was a taunt, and it worked. With their heavy hitter incapacitated they were left with only one other option, and while he looked extremely reluctant to make the only other obvious decision, he had no other choice but to do so, and from the annoyed look on his face, it was obvious the very idea was revolting to him, running away from Rezar seemed to be a great dishonor to him.

"Retreat!"

His voice was sonorous, but loud enough that it reverberated across the entire battlefield, the goblins retreated, those who were slightly injured or uninjured tried to help those heavily injured, placing more emphasis on certain groups of goblins while others were killed to prevent interrogation.

Rezar reckoned those were probably reincarnated uploads, so they had priority as players could respawn. An arrow came flying towards the armored hob-goblin, but a golden shield sprung up in front of him, as Rezar ordered the remaining undead ants to go surround the hob-goblin and keep him safe. Rezar was still going to kill him, but not until he had some information about what kind of enemy he was dealing with.

"You will pay for this affront Necromancer! The goblin king would come for his revenge, and you and everything you value will die painful deaths!" Rezar was pissed off, he was not so calm and nice that he would ignore what had just happened, especially when the fucking hob-goblin was making it seem like it was Rezar who had come looking for trouble, talking about vengeance and an affront and all those hypocritical righteous bullshit.

He hated being called out or blamed for something he didn't do, his time with Roland back in the mines had left a rather dark shadow on his mind, and this hob-goblin just triggered it.

"Hey! You and your fucking goblin king don't have to worry about revenge and such shit. I'll be coming for you myself you miserable green bastards, and nothing! Not your armors, not your magic, not your wolves would keep you safe from me. So kiss you wives, your children, your god forsaken parents that gave birth to you, and your bastard king goodbye, because in a week! All of you would be corpses marching at my command!" Rezar huffed in undisguised anger as he watched them walk away, then he turned to Screet,

"Go into the forest and get me as many birds as you can. They don't need to be strong, the weaker the better, but those with high intelligence would be required. The rest of the ants continue logging, Neema and Brutus you guys will keep an eye on the ants along with the rest of the mole, we have enough ores and stones to take a day off.

Jason I need you to go south, hug the edge of the coast and travel for six hours, then travel back. I need you to tell me what you find. The rest of us can go back to town, we have a prisoner to interrogate." And with that said, Rezar marched back, with a couple of ants dragging the injured Hob-goblin along whilst Rezar looked at a system screen in front of him.

•UNDEAD CREATURES:

•Screet: LVL 32 Ghoul Mole-man

•Neema: LVL 47 Ghoul Demon Mole Queen [239 cavern Moles led]

•Jason: LVL 26 Ghoul Minotaur

•Brutus: LVL 15 Ghost Bull

•Zombie Cavern Moles [47]

•Zombie Giant Fire Ants [189]

•Zombie High Goblins [72]

•Zombie Forest Wolves [72]