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"Don't die by overdoing, if anyone zombies now, it's over!"
"Hold a shield! Hey, treat him with a wound!"
Kite was ready to die while the angry spells flew. He can use detection magic to gather information other than the five senses, and he knows the desperate situation now.
Dozens of allies have already died. Most have been killed unexpectedly by zombie allies.
A small number of deaths can cause many times more damage.
And the intricate aisle where the kites stand is not enough space for evacuation and melee combat, making it hard to see.
It was easy to imagine a catastrophe if one of the seriously injured moans died.
"Is it already full of enemies ..."
"Don't put your head out! Arrows will fly!"
The moment his head is held down by Warroy, a rusted arrowhead pierces the immediate vicinity of the kite.
"Your Highness is no longer possible! Please run away with your Highness alone! You should be able to escape with Barnaque!"
Kite shouted, but Warroy never turned.
"I've been on my father's and my brother's back since I was born, and now I'm on his back."
Kite soon knew that Warroy was talking about Waid.
Warroy continued with a smile in his voice and waving his spear.
"So at least about us, let me keep it behind me."
"Your Highness ..."
Kite scrubbed his eyes and looked up at the sky.
I cannot kill this person.
Kite took out his favorite spellbook and decided to look again to see if he could break this situation.
It was that time.
"that?"
The kite stops as he feels the surrounding magical power undulate.
Above. I feel the magical distortion from the sky.
The cold, shining full moon jumps into the kite's field of view.
Something broke the space so that it overlapped the full moon.
Kite shouts as he looks up and looks surprised.
"Mr. Weid?"
Immediately thereafter, a roar of a werewolf roared.
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The impact when landing was amazing.
It's natural because he dropped several tens of meters, but he thought he would die.
"Can't I say it was in time ..."
I landed on the pile of stones and looked around with heavy feelings.
I've always admired a hero who appears in a pinch of friends, but it's not really the right time. Seems a little late.
If they could arrive a little earlier, no one would have died.
But it's more important now than not to regret it that no one can die.
"Vight!"
Kite waving. It was good and safe.
Warroy was surprised by his spear waving next to him.
"Vit !? Why here !?"
I answer shortly, dispelling the enemy's arrows.
"I came to help"
I was skipped by the teacher's transfer magic, but I was terribly terrified.
The master did not understand the altitude of this place, and was thrown out of the sky, saying, "It's better than burying it in the ground."
But position coordinates other than altitude are perfect. Indeed a master.
I accumulate power while consuming the magical power received from the teacher in my body.
During the past three months, I have been teaching one-on-one from a teacher for the first time in a long time, so I learned new techniques.
Moreover, it is necromancy.
I slap my fist under my feet, forming an image of drawing power from the ground. I still know how to do this, and it requires movement and chanting.
"No life, no voice, no power!"
I push my fist up and I scream.
"This is a world of life, voice, and mighty! Hear the voice of my mighty life!"
And I barked with all my might.
The deadly “soul shaker” explodes.
It was a live hit, but the effect was dramatic.
The Soul Shaker alters the magic of the surroundings, which interferes with the magic of the undead.
These are like drones powered solely by magic, so they are weaker than humans when affected by magic.
The teacher's idea of "a soul shaker for undead" seems to work.
But there was only one miscalculation.
Skeleton soldiers are shattered and shattered by the soul shaker spreading in a circular wavy shape. It should only be stopped, but it will be completely destroyed.
It seems that the power was too high, partly due to the extraordinary amount of magic power received from the teacher.
In the eyes of a werewolf, you can see skeleton soldiers who explode in the dark and become dust. The undead around the storage area seem to have been wiped out.
Is this a blow? How powerful!
After all the teacher is amazing.
"I can't afford it"
As I nodded, the men with weapons looked around, looking up at me, looking up at me.
"What, what's right now ..."
"All enemies are gone ..."
"Oh, isn't that a Black Wolf Lord?"
"I don't know, I haven't lived in the city for a long time."
Warroy shouted at his spear.
"Now! Stop the enemy from invading! All members sortie!"
"Oh oh!"
"Yes, close it all now!"
"Push it back!"
Men scatter around the material storage area, wielding an ax or hammer.
Enemies around the storage area have been wiped out, and there is plenty of time because the undead can't stay here for some time due to the influence of the Soul Shaker.
Adjusting the wavelength of the soul shaker was a good idea.
It wasn't as easy as the teacher says, but I'll do my best to keep adding more variations.
After all, there's no other flashy magic ...
"Vight!"
I noticed that Warroy looked up at me, so I jumped off the mountain of stone.
"Warroy, safe and above all"
"Sorry, I've been helped by you again."
Despite being in such difficulties, Warroy was calm.
Under the command of Warroy, the devastating workers rush while swinging a heavy hammer and a large shield made of door panels. The breached part is closed with logs.
Warroy's ambition and leadership helped maintain this level of morale and leadership in this predicament.
I praise Warroy while treating the wounded with magic.
"Sure, Warroy. Not only did he escape, but he minimized the damage."
But Warroy sighs.
"No, I've been killed a lot. I should have ordered that I run away in such a case."
"I can't do that."
I shake my head.
"Teacher ... The Majesty said that the skeleton soldiers are already besieging the surrounding cities. I do not know if I escaped and entered the city."
"I see ... so I had to stop here."
The enemy seems to have been undead by someone from the Senate remnants.
Since the elder only knew Milardia under the control of Eleora, he did not immediately realize that a new city was being created.
So the siege of other towns is long over.
"And it seems that much of central Miraraldia is already under" spiritual control "of the enemy."
"What is that?"
"In short, it means you can handle the dead freely."
Actually, I don't know at all, but for necromancers, it seems like air control.
"The battle between necromancers is like a battle game, and this area is under the control of the enemy.
Fortunately, the serious injuries I treated seem to have survived.
I turn to Warroy.
"Because I was in the back of the Taiki Sea, I was sorry to notice that I was late.
"It's obvious. I'm a man who has survived me. Thank you for your help and treatment.
Warroy finally smiled.
Then the kite asked me, questioning the surroundings with magic.
"Um, Mr. Weid. Where is your Majesty?"
"If you're a teacher, you're heading to the northern city for help, because there aren't many necromancers there."
"Then it looks OK in the north. What do you do in the south?"
"Hey, have you forgotten two super-class necromancers?"
Yes, there are Ms. Melene and Parker in the south.
I healed the abrasions on the kite's cheeks, laughing to cheat the lateness.
"Let's start a counterattack. Let's all beat him."
"Yes, yes!"
I took care of it.
If you join Parker who will come to the rescue, I will head to the Boltz mine.