novelzi Chapter 423 Worth
Chapter 423 Worth
Standing upon a tower of pure dark iron, a small one by undead standards, Loimos overlooked the organisation of both the platform surrounding Belliste, soon to become a fully encompassing ring wrapped around its barrier, as well as what was going on within the territory, although Loimos could not know everything, it would be a mistake to assume that he did not have eyes within, in the form of small birds and insects, controlled by ghosts he had trained in the ways of Körpersucher, inhabiting vessels that retained life force, none could suspect anything about them.
Tilmiel worried to prove that a group like the nightbirds was not superfluous, but Loimos had quite a fair bit of stealthy castes serving under him, many of which reported directly to him, and him alone, their ability to be even unknown by allies proving their competency in their respective fields.
Those information gatherers were certainly useful, but due to the fact they needed to be ghosts, and also trained in the ways of a gravelord meant that their numbers would never be exceptionally high, so their deployment would need to be strategic and well thought-out, Fin-Limiers and Nightbirds could fulfil these niches otherwise.
Thanks to all of them, he already knew about Horhir handling of the negotiation, Tilmiel's decision when made to chose something alone, the struggle in detecting the westerners, as well as Ourlst minute changes in strategy as time went on, all of them would come to report to him without knowing that it was nothing new to him, but once again, the possessers and Loimos would not always be there, so installing this routine was worthwhile.
Meanwhile, the minor lords and their increased troops had gone to conquer the nearby islands, each of them they had gone to picked by Loimos to be especially difficult or otherwise disadvantageous for each of them to deal with, but of course, one was not a minor lord by mistake, so they eradicated life with ease each time, also getting to learn about a bit of naval knowledge and most importantly, command a greater amount of troops, they were once used to small committees of warriors and adepts following them around, so getting true personal forces was a big leap, one none of them failed to make.
Loimos had also made sure to hook them all up with other undeads that could provide assistance, such as orchestrating for Ourlon to meet with Gharl, the two of them definitely sharing much things, and most importantly, Loimos had deemed that Ourlon's forces were the most fit to take upon the experimental weapons.
The champion paid extra attention to Ourlon, the strongest of the minor lords for a very specific reason, when the Tochian undead finished dealing with the islands assigned to him, he obviously came to report to Loimos.
Seemingly rather troubled by something, putting one knee on the ground, Ourlon bent his head down nearly as soon as he reached the top of the tower.
"General Loimos, I have come back from the mission given to me" he said "However, the last island was uninhabited, upon it, there was only a single construction overgrown with vegetation, a shrine whose architecture greatly reminded me of..." he marked a small pause.
"Tochian architecture, that is because it is" Loimos filled in the blank, having found and prepared everything himself, he knew every detail, much more than anyone else for now.
"...I see, there was a pulsating sphere within this shrine, reflecting images of somewhere else, it all seemed like familiar places built upon places I never saw before, I was tempted to touch, but wanted your opinion on the matter" Ourlon was naturally a bit disturbed, Tochi had already been conquered, it was undead territory now, the images he had seen however, were not places under undead occupation.
Loimos motioned for him to stand.
"There is only one way for you to decide" a simple remark from Loimos made Ourlon shudder, knowing well what this was referring to.
'...'
The pale blade poised himself, and drew his sword.
"Please, face me in battle, Sir Loimos!" the only way for Ourlon to know was to clash blades.
"Very well, cast duel of true skill" Loimos momentarily turned into a blur of rot, assuming the short-lived attire he had assumed during his time in Tochi, as he had faced off against Syklon's followers.
A great katana, dark and bearing reflections associated with the forging in the damascus style, this one with the auspicious pattern precisely, Loimos was going to use Harbinger's Harvest to assume a most perfected style of Tochian combat using the sword.
Ourlon was faced with an incredible opportunity, receiving guidance from Loimos was one thing, but getting to experience Harbinger's Harvest directly, even if in a limited form, was a treasure.
Ourlon doubted that his own swordsmanship was anywhere close to that of Loimos.
"I shall also scale down the strength of my regular, skeletal body, to match yours, for all intents and purposes, only skill matters here"
Ourlon had to stop himself from shuddering, it had been decades since he had experienced such a reaction, believing them to have disappeared alongside his life, but no, when Loimos directed his fighting intent at him, the fear of combat bloomed again like he was holding a blade to kill for the first time again.
'Incredible...'
"Come, face me Ourlon"
Pulled out of his reverie, the minor lord calmed himself down, he had to make full use of whatever time this fight would last for, he had to prove to himself that was worthy of trust from the champion of death.
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