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Revenge of the Sorcerer King 3 - 30
🕑 Added 2021-04-20 14:00:04 +0000 UTCGood Morning Folks!
Chapter 30
Alessa
Oberon and the orc named Nag stared each other down for a few moments before they exploded into motion. Oberon’s magically reinforced body was able to keep up with the much higher-level Nag, but it looked like only barely. The two clashed with tremendous force that sent booms of air around them when their words collided.
The two appeared to be testing the waters, as neither seemed to be pulling out all the stops. For one, Oberon hadn’t used any magic yet. Relying only on swordsmanship. From what I was seeing, it looked like Oberon had been holding back until this moment. He used a strange swordsmanship that almost felt like it was a combination of multiple styles.
Nag wasn’t to be out down. The God-king as he called himself must have earned the title as each and every one of his blows looked like they weighed as much as the mountain we were on. If Oberon wasn’t an undead, I was sure his arms would have been aching from receiving those blows, even if he was turning them into glances.
This continued for a few minutes as neither of them gave ground until they suddenly leapt back with enough force to put a small crater in the ground. Glaring at each other, I heard chanting start from both sides before a tornado made of flames flashed into being in front of Oberon and a wave of water appeared from nothing around Nag. The two spells ripped through the ground until they collided with an explosion of steam.
The magic being thrown around grew more extravagant as they tried to outdo the other. Soon the area between them had been turned into a twisted hellscape that would inspire nightmares. The surface of a small lake made of black poison and ash was broken up by jagged spikes of obsidian stone. Flames and ice-covered places randomly. If a mortal walked into the area, the very air would poison them.
Their battle lasted long enough without a clear winner that my transformation was finally undone. I sat on the ground breathing heavily, my body still feeling like it weighed a few tons. I wasn’t sure what I could do to help, but I needed to assist Oberon.
Helena landed lightly next to me as I attempted to stand up. “It is best to sit this one out. That Nag is almost three times our level. One wrong move and you might find yourself in two pieces.”
“Then you should help,” I shouted, pissed that she was just standing here.
“I would like to, but I’m not sure I can come between that,” she replied pointing not at Nag, but at Oberon. The aura around him hadn’t weakened in the slightest, in fact it was growing thicker as the fight went on.
“Is he… Is he gaining levels during the battle?” I asked not sure what I was seeing.
Helena nodded slowly. “I’m not sure, but I think so. He created that snowstorm, its been almost a day since then. I can’t imagine how many creatures he’s technically killed.”
The two continued to clash, with Oberon obviously gained traction as the fight continued. I felt like his rage was also helping to add weight to his blows. At some point, he had switched from using Promise to using Delha. The flaming spear made glowing arcs through the air as Oberon wielded the weapon with ease.
I looked from the battle that would surely go down in legends and took in the remaining orcs. There were still plenty that appeared to be flooding out of the caves from around the town. “If we can’t join that fight, the least we can do is make sure Nag doesn’t have any help,” I said climbing to my feet.
“Sounds like a plan,” she said lifting her shield. A wave of shadows washed over it before the shield was covered in spikes. I channeled my mana as well and formed two large gauntlets of ice. I took some inspiration from the deadly snow that Oberon used and created a weaker version that concentrated on my poison.
“First to a thousand?” I proposed rolling my shoulders.
“I’ll take that bet, little girl,” Helena taunted before she took off toward the orcs.
I smirked at the irony of the fact that she barely looked ten years old and she was calling me the little girl. I kicked off and charged through the undead until I arrived on the front lines. The orcs might have normally looked down on such a petite girl like me joining in the fight, but they had seen what I’d done in my transformed state. Anger and fear confront me as I collided with my first orc in my humanoid form.
With a war cry, I slammed my fist into the stomach of the orc in front of me. There was only a little resistance before his midsection was covering the orcs behind him. He even looked down surprised or not believing what just happened. I pulled my arm back out of the large hole and turned to the next orc.
Baring my fangs, I leapt from the ground and began going crazy. Orcs were being torn apart quickly, but I was sure that Helena was being even more destructive. I was proven right when I spotted her riding the shoulders of an orc as she tossed her favorite explosion spell around. Dozens of orcs were sent into the air only to rain back down in pieces.
“Can’t fall behind!”
Oberon
Nag was a formidable foe. I could see that even through my rage. His level, knowledge of his magic, and strength made him the strongest opponent since I came back to life. The avatar even paled in comparison to this enemy. Of course, I wasn’t about to let him know that.
Spinning Delha to deflect the cascade of stone shards bombarding me, I took some distance and reevaluated my plan of attack. Right now, Nag was meeting me spell for spell, but unlike me, his mana pool was limited. If I spent enough time, my pool recharged after all. The bigger problem was that Nag was a shaman, unlike my spells that were generally one and done, his invoked a spirit. They were almost like summons in that they stayed around to do more than a single spell.
“I am God-King Nag! You cannot defeat me, World’s Curse! I could feel your puny level from outside the mountain. I shall crush you and wield a new respect.”
I tapped Delha on my shoulder and shook my head. If levels meant everything in this new world, I would still be stuck in the desert. No, skill still mattered. “Tell that to your grandfather. I beat him to the ground more than once.”
“Yes, and brought more than one lifetimes worth of shame to my family. I shall redeem my ancestor right now!” Nag shouted angrily. He lifted his sword then drove into the ground. A wave of stone ripped out of the impact spot and rushed towards me. I chanted a few words, then swung Delha to create a crescent of fire that tore the wave apart before it reached me.
I dusted my clothes off and pointed at Nag. Chanting quickly, a beam of black and reddish light tore through the space between us. He reacted in time, bringing his sword out and deflecting it. The beam tore through part of his town killing anything it touch as well as carving a decent sized furrow in the ground.
Grinning, I opened my hand and pointed all five fingers at him. Five beams burned through the air giving him little time to react. He managed to deflect four of them, but the fifth burned through his arm. He swung his sword and redirected the beam away. Blood splashed out before he covered the wound with a hand.
“Point one for me,” I said closing my smoking hand. I needed to let my hand recover a little before I could do that spell again.
“Which will be your last!” Nag shouted before he started chanting. A few orcs that were near us fell over seemingly for no reason and I saw their lifeforce flow into Nag. That bastard. There were still plenty of orcs where those came from and while Alessa and Helena along with my other undead were killing them. The battle might we long over before then.
I moved Delha to my left hand while drawing Promise with my right. There was only one thing to do, not give him time to chant. Shamans were similar to sorcerer in that regard. I shot toward Nag, aiming for his throat. He reacted to the obvious threat and brought up his sword.
Sparks rained around us as I continued to hammer into Nag. Unfortunately, his sword was in the same league as Promise and Delha. They couldn’t break it without considerable effort. I was regretting helping Magra get the sword in the past.
Spells denotated around us causing me to peek at the situation. Helena was going crazy while Alessa was doing her part. If I waited long enough, I was sure that those two would be able to cut down the orcs and Nag would be left alone. That just wasn’t my style though. Reacting to bloodlust, I swung Promise and blocked a blow that would have taken my arm off.
“Not good. I wasn’t paying attention,” I scolded myself turning to face Nag completely again.
“Always enjoyed death, even your old life. It does not surprise me that so much killing distracts you,” Nag said through gritted teeth.
“Death has been a good friend of mine, even though the first time around I tried to rob him of lives by ending the endless wars. He must have brought me back to amend my ways from last time.”
This was getting us nowhere. Time to start testing my newer magics. I chanted while I parried Nag’s sword. The encompassing black aura around me thickened before it moved like a fluid over Promise. I had to exert my will to keep the blade from eating the mana in the spell. Nag gave me a critical eye, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about in the middle of our battle.
I struck out with Promise, the blade meeting Nag’s without fail. The black aura crawled from Promise onto his weapon, before it moved like a slime and latched onto his hands. He roared in anger and pain before he punched the ground using his shamanistic magic to cancel out the death slime.
He pulled his hand free, but the back part of the hand was red while the fingers were black as if burned to an ash. I was a bit annoyed that they still twitched meaning, they were damaged but could still be used. I didn’t let up the attack, I charged in aiming for anything vital. A desperation took over Nag, as he worked overtime to parry the slashes in such a way that the slime didn’t end up on him.
As I pursued him, I felt my strength increase again. I had gained another level from the massive amount of death happening over the mountain. Even the stronger monsters were succumbing by this point. It would be interesting to see what became of this mountain when I finished here.
“If you surrender, I might be willing to make you into a general.” Not a living one of course.
“Surrender. Never!” He yelled before he did something I wasn’t expecting. This was why I hated the other schools of magic. There were always things like this.
He took his sword and stabbed it through his own heart. The self-sacrifice activated a spell apparently embedded in the mountain around us. The entire area started to shake as boulders broke from the ground and flew through the air to fuse with Nag’s body. I ordered the undead back and took some distance myself since it appeared that Nag was going to use the remaining orcs to fuel the spell further as they all began to drop dead.
“This isn’t good is it?” Alessa asked as she appeared next to me.
“No… No, it is not,” I replied with a chuckle.
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