novelzi Chapter 390 Whistle
Chapter 390 Whistle
"If I may ask Sir Loimos, the headhunters are even more special than other undeads under your command, they are not just a part of the vanguard, but always the very first to be sent, and I had been wondering what exactly set them apart from dullahans and other headless undeads?"
"The headhunters are all made from living champions and heroes, turned into dust, the head in particular, is to be scattered, to maintain the memories, however, their sense of self is taken away, hidden from all"
"Is this what makes them so resilient?"
"It is what makes ever-lasting"
-Transcript of a conversation with Champion Loimos
The fight did not last long, both knights currently sat on the ground, white cloaks stained by blood, repeated strikes from their enemy's two axes proved capable of shaving off buts of their armours and draw blood, but in the end, the headless had realised that this was not going to work out in his favour, other knights had been alerted and were already on their way, even with an undead's lack of stamina, always striking with maximum strength and many other advantages, the headhunter's movements did not feel correct, facing more than one of those veteran knights was already a tall order, so he eventually summoned his steed and rode off into the night.
The whistling, the cries lingering on for a few more seconds before growing silent, hiding off into the woods, the undead got off his horse, beginning to walk aimlessly, with whirlwinds of purple haze, summoning weapons after weapons.
Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong, this was not right, but why? He did not know.@@@@
He did not know if he would ever know.
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The work was never done, both gave the order to attack, hail of projectiles, knights leapt into the water, and within a few hours of struggle, the livings were dispatched, their corpses punctured with bone needles, right in time as yet another shadow passed above them, truest of dragons once again.
They never attacked, merely watching the undead, surveying their movements presumably, and as such, the foremost knights never gave the word to attack, knowing full well that the might of Dragonnerie's inhabitants could very easily destroy ships with their mighty breath, so unless provoked, the undeads left them fly as they wished, trespassing upon the miasma was dangerous even for those great creatures, so they either only make quick trips, or never even got anywhere close to it.
"General Loimos said that the dragons were most likely working alongside Belliste"
"Then it should be our very next target, should it not?"
"It's impossible, this continent can float away much faster than we can make any progress"
"When we conquer Belliste, we will be able to use the plentiful life as foundation for a much greater miasma generator, on par with the miasma originating from King Nitok's crypt, this should definitely allow for faster advances in the future, no?"
"That's right, but even even Sir Irmandos foresees that it will take us a long, very long time to reach that goal, not to mention that Dragonnerie is full of dragons and draconic species that could lay waste to us from far away, I spoke of it with Sir Loimos, and even he said that it would be a great challenge to simply face their strength"
"What a shame, if our leader says it, then we better grow stronger..."