World Seed 54 Chapter 54

Rorik returned halfway through their march to Setrhyn which gave Aerwyn some consolation that at least the elves knew of the threat and could defend themselves until he got there. As they marched he watched the battle unfold through the eyes of his jakku. The trip was taking longer than usual due to the goblins short legs not being able to keep up with the more agile undead that his army consisted of. When Aerwyn saw the human's sending in another two hundred soldiers he knew he had to do something else Setrhyn would fall before he arrived.

He opened his true eyes and looked back at his army before riding over to Teek.

"We have no more time, i'm leaving you in charge of then goblins and vosk. I have to take the rest on ahead, get to the battle as soon as you can and kill every human you see." Teek nodded her head proudly as if she had been given a great honor and Aerwyn rode back to the front of his troops.

"We're marching ahead! I want all of you to stick close to me and do exactly as i do! Not a single human can escape the battlefield today lest we be discovered by the G.o.ds! Leave none alive!" Aerwyn bellowed to his army, impersonating what he thought a good general would sound like but it didn't appear to have any effect on his undead outside of Erit who wore an adoring smile.

"Well said master!" She called out excitedly as Aerwyn approached her.

"Once we reach Setrhyn i want you to stay in the forest with the spiders. The spiders are too weak to fight the soldiers head on and i don't want them dying pointlessly. Wait until the second group of soldiers commits to battle before charging out to flank them."

"B-but master this little spider wanted to be by your side as you charge out and slaughter your enemies.." Erit's voice matched the forlorn expression on her face as she spoke using her voice magic.

"...This is more important, there will be plenty of battles in the future. N-next time, i promise." Erit's expression and voice almost made Aerwyn forget that there was a battle going on and that every second mattered.

"Ok!" Erit's expression changed to glee instantly, in a fas.h.i.+on even more polished than Marik's own ability to change to a friendly merchant on command. It made Aerwyn want to take his momentary feelings of guilt back and smack the 'little spider' on her head for tricking him.

Shaking off the lapse in judgement he rode off followed by his army of undead, sans the vosk and goblins. The army was already close to Setrhyn and without the goblins slowing them down they made it to the edge of the forest within fifteen minutes. Aerwyn gazed through the eyes of the jakku one last time to get a birds eye view of the battlefield before opening his eyes and preparing himself for what was to come.

He needed to be careful, he had already exhausted quite a bit his soul by resurrecting nearly two hundred tenri on his way to Lyr so he would need to wait until his undead killed enough humans before he could even fight. If he got stuck in the darkness during this battle he would die. His undead were intelligent and they would no doubt protect him above all else but he couldn't risk it so he decided to side with extreme caution by limiting the amount of humans he resurrected during this battle.

There was also the fact that he had never brought back a Grade A soul before and given how painful Grade B souls were he wasn't looking forward to enduring the process in the middle of an important battle. Turning his head and looking upon his undead a final time, he gave out orders.

"I want the zin beetles in front with me. Rorik, the direwolves, and trolls will be behind us. Brexil cats and tenri will be behind them. We will be charging straight through so kill as we go but don't stop moving." After he finished giving out orders he slapped his cheeks, looked forward and roared.

"CHARGE!" This time his attempts to be more like a renowned general paid off as every single one of his undead released an unG.o.dly horrific roar in unison that was as loud as a thunderclap. It even made the hair on his body stand up out of fear so he couldn't imagine the effect it had on the human soldiers who would soon see an army of undead charging at them from behind.

Aerwyn and his nearly three hundred undead shot out from the southern forest like a blood thirsty horde. They sprinted across the open field between the two halves of the human army and headed straight for the ones currently fighting, completely ignoring the other half that was a few hundred meters away. Aerwyn felt a strange satisfaction when he grew closer to the fighting and witnessed the frightened look upon the soldiers faces.

He realized that in reality, they were probably more frightened by the fact that they were being charged in their flank along with the question of how a person could ama.s.s so many strange undead rather than the sheer strength of his force which lessened the feeling of satisfaction he felt.

"Soon..." He mumbled under his breath and braced for impact as the zin beetle he was riding crashed into the humans southern flank.

He continued forward, charging north, straight through their lines as the zin beetles trampled any humans unlucky enough to be in their path. Atop a zin beetle, Bon fired his fire b.a.l.l.s deeper into the humans ranks that were left untouched by the charge while Nyris and Jinn did the same with their bone spears and arrows respectively.

Yet it was Velk who was the first to get a kill. A soldier couldn't dodge in time and attempted to grab a hold of the zin beetle he was riding. Velk responded to this gesture by sending his battle axe into the soldiers skull, cutting through the chain mail coif as if it was no more than cotton.

Nyris paused his bombardment halfway through the charge and began chanting his summoning spell as four circles of black viscous liquid manifested itself in the center of the human ranks. Four death knights clawed their way up through the liquid as if escaping the clutches of the underworld before the four circles combined, unleas.h.i.+ng nearly five dozen skeletons in the same fas.h.i.+on.

Nyris's undead immediately began to cause even more chaos as they hacked and slashed wildly, giving the humans no safe place to rest within their ranks. The crippling charge appeared to give the elves a second wind and Aerwyn could hear their battle cries through the sounds of battle as he pushed north.

Behind him the second and third lines of his charge seemed to have formulated a plan without him. Rorik, the trolls, and the direwolves were focusing more on knocking enemies down, allowing the tenri and brexil cats to swarm the fallen foed and kill them more easily. As he reached the end of the humans lines he continued to ride north with his undead before circling back around for another charge.

Aerwyn had already lost thirty nine undead and only managed to reap nearly sixty souls despite having the element of surprise along with the added fear of an unknown enemy. Off in the distance he saw the other half of the army charging in. He would only have time for one more push before the other half of the army arrived and tied him down. This charge wouldn't be nearly as effective now that the humans were aware of them so he braced himself for even more severe losses.

If he didn't need to defend the elves he would've liked to use his troops mobility to their full advantage. The humans no longer had any horses to contest them so he would've been able to pick at them much like how brexil cats fight but if he did so, he risked the humans simply focusing on the exhausted elves. Given no choice, he and his undead would have to take the front lines once the armies converged.

As Aerwyn charged back into the fray he unleashed a barrage of flame lances into the army rus.h.i.+ng in from the west in hopes of slowing them down. The explosive force of his flame lances blew apart the tight-knit lines knocking many down and causing others to trip over the fallen. That alone was good enough for Aerwyn but when he saw three white souls rus.h.i.+ng over to him just as his charge was about to make contact he cursed all the practice he had done up until now that allowed him to be so accurate.

The three souls shot into his chest and immediately time seemed to slow to a crawl while the world appeared to lose all color.

"THUMP THUMP!" His heartbeat echoed out in his head as if a ma.s.sive drum was being pounded right next to his ear.

"THUMP THUMP!" Pure white fog appeared to snake in from nowhere and everywhere at the same time all around him. It soon filled his vision and was as though he had entered a pure white cloud. The shadows he saw slowly dancing within the fog were undoubtedly the soldiers fighting and he could still clearly see the zin beetle beneath him but anything outside of five meters blurred to nothingness.

"THUMP THUMP! THUMP THUMP!" The fog began to form shapes and take color. Walls made of s.h.i.+ning black stone adorned with golden embellishments appeared around him and seemed to follow him as the zin beetle trudged along beneath him at a snails pace, continuing to charge forward as per his last orders.

"THUMP THUMP! THUMP THUMP!" Ma.s.sive wooden doors appeared in the walls followed by a luxuriously ornate desk sitting below a gilded painting of a man in armor and a woman in a black dress.
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"THUMP THUMP! THUMP THUMP!" The thumping of his heart grew ever louder as his eyes were drawn to the painting. His mind felt like a pane of gla.s.s on the verge of shattering as the faces on the painting slowly drew themselves in where nothing existed before as if the invisible ghost of a master artisan was hard at work before his very eyes.

"BANG!" His attention was pulled by the large wooden doors being slammed opened as a man in polished silver armor appeared before quickly turning and closing the doors behind him. He leaned against the doors for a moment and caught his breath before turning around.

"THUMP THUMP! THUMP THUMP! CRACKKKKKK!" A mind shattering sound shot through his head forcing him to close his eyes and endure the pain. When he opened his eyes once more his eyes were drawn to another person in the room, one he had never seen before in the past occurrences of this vision.

A skinny young man with black hair, no older than twenty, stood before the man in polished silver armor holding a peculiar looking spear. It was Aerwyn, but the most peculiar thing about this vision of himself was that the young man standing before him had brown eyes.