Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 274 Battle For Ircron : Dust And Nature

Dirt was roused, withered trees and pale growths were torn apart under the ferocity of Prikrip's attacks, poised to perfection, always in the right spot at the right time, the young fighters of life were slowly crumbling into dust, even when working together, even when focusing on evading, they were slowly being pushed to the brink, and by now, it seemed certain that the minor lord's decomposing dust had eaten right through their safe line.

The very complex spell casted upon them by their fiery teacher was unlikely to still be whole, and with this sort of advanced magic, any sort of damage meant the failure in the casting, after all, it was a burning spell meant to take them well away from here, taking its roots in spatial magic, none of them could even fathom the first thing about this.

Neither of them could even get close to him, the effects of the dust was even greater when struck directly by the sword, in fact, he had ditched ranged slashes altogether, suppressing them with naught but his sheer skill and power, Milo dreaded the return of Alkayne, although a good hit, the farm boy was well aware that this wasn't enough to put the zombie out of commission, he could come back at any time and like Prikrip, demonstrate his dominance over them.

Antieeld had noticed it too, somehow, the undeads were trying to kill them, but also simultaneously holding back, her well-honed instincts as a strategist were telling her that at least two of them should have fallen already, but they had not.

The same idea that had been born inside of Fioldron Ferrcrona's mind arose in hers as well, the undeads were deliberately lengthening their stay, the conquest of Ircron, the very fights they were in, they were clearly waiting for something, or rather, expecting something that happen, apparently wanting it to happen as they were caught in a struggle. Experience tales at empire

'This has to be to lure someone or something out, showing that part of their forces are busy somewhere else? But the zombie and this bird were confirmed by Toby to not be on the level to be gravelords, they call themselves minor lords as well... Who would be drawn out by this?

Clearly the strongest fighters are still lying in wait...' she could not untangle whatever thinking process it was that had led to all of this, was it just a random act to confuse them?

"Dammit, Griar, Milo, do it!" she stepped in between them and Prikrip, assuming the best defence reinforcement and defence art she knew, an upward slash from the undead destroyed her sabre and left a cut right across her face, half of it crumbling to dust, the enemy did not know what the two men were up to, he prepared to cut them down with a dust slash.

Antieeld was not done for, still holding onto the hilt of her blade, she threw it in a clumsy arc, aiming toward the part of the skull that was shattered, Prikrip deflected the attack in spite of its lack of power, the young commandant was in luck, this master warrior was especially careful of this spot.

Even without expanding her pseudo-zone, the druid could see and sense through vegetation far around her, her awareness of the battle field, as well as the situation on the other side, all was known to her, waiting until the slashes stopped and some more, she waited for her earlier spell to continue its course.

Helena only noticed it tad bit too late, moving out of the way, but still getting part of her side pierced as the intertwined roots from earlier had looped right around, having been made not to track a target, but instead come back to its caster, retaining influence over it, Yuolrt made certain to aim for the living's back.

The druid had hoped to hit the spine and end this fight right there but Helena extended her winds a fair distance around her, allowing her to notice the projectile and evade the victory blow.

Calling the protective tree off, the skeleton was no longer inside, somehow emerging from the ground, a pretty, pink flower growing from where she had been standing moments prior, directly beneath Helena, Yuolrt twisted her fingers into a hand sign.

"Bloodcreep vines" bursting from below, tentacle-like dark red vines instantly locked in on the bleeding living.

Sharp winds rained down, but the sheer quantity of vines forced Helena to fly higher, they just kept on emerging pushing the earlier sprouts higher up, faster.

'A shame to use this little plant, but it should get her occupied-'

"Prikrip! Put up your guard!" Yuolrt slammed her bone hands together, antlers glowing with antique runes, crystal flaring bright, flames burning up into her sockets as she called forth for two trees, one to defend herself, another to defend Prikrip.

A faint whistle rippled throughout the pseudo-domain, the druid felt the very fabric of nature energy splitting, followed by a rumbling and crashing.