The Necromancer Commands Slaves, Not Undeads

34 – Single Tree Bridge

“Is the long story over now?”

After the conversation with Dorothy was over, Morse yawned with a bored expression, as if he had been waiting. I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders.

“I didn’t expect you to wait so kindly, Morse.”

“Killing them both at once is an easier way to end the job. If you get in the way and she decides to run away, I don’t want the boring chase to repeat itself again.”

“As expected, there was a reason.”

Morse changed his expression in an instant. Mors’s rampage of murder made the air cool. The tension coming from his sharp gaze was conveyed to me and Dorothy.

Mors stepped forward. His purpose was obvious. Although he uses magic to raise corpses, his fighting ability was significantly lower, and his intention was to subdue me first.

Dorothy also knew that fact. Dorothy steps forward and blocks the space between me and Morse.

Mors’s weapons are bare-handed, and Dorothy’s weapons are bare-handed. Although Dorothy was slightly faster, Morse’s advantage in being able to exert the power of an ogre was absolute.

I took a deep breath. I had to think of variables that could change this unfavorable situation. What I can currently do is summon the undead. And using my body.

There is only one stock left. I now had to raise the most powerful being that could be awakened on this battlefield. I stretched out my hand toward the corpse of the Orc leader that had not yet been absorbed into my body.

“Wake up from your eternal sleep.”

Jnul’s blue soul began to stir in the world reflected in his spiritual eyes. Znul’s body, except for the bones, began to melt.

The organs, skin, blood, etc. That make up the body no longer existed in Znul. All he had was his pure white bones and a huge war axe.

The brave soul who led the orcs awoke from death. Now he has a new life, not as an orc who lives for his evil instincts, but as a loyal skeleton orclord who does my bidding.

“Exterminate the enemy.”

As he gave a command to his soul, the Skeleton Orc Lord let out a roar and began charging towards Morse and Dorothy.

Meanwhile, before the revived Znul reached the battlefield, the fight had already begun. Dorothy narrowly avoided Morse’s attack with her sharp eyes.

Every time Dorothy dodged an attack, Morse’s blow created a local crater where she was standing.

When Mors hit the ground, a hole was created, and when he threw his fist into the air, a gust of wind arose.

If you were hit with even one direct hit, you would die instantly. Dorothy was walking a tightrope at the crossroads of life and death.

“He must be tired, but he’s as good at avoiding things as a flying squirrel.”

Morse clicked his tongue sarcastically when he saw Dorothy quickly dodging the blow. I watched Dorothy’s almost acrobatic movements with her hands sweating.

According to Morse’s story, Dorothy was likely to be exhausted from the long battle. However, her movements became faster as Morse’s blows continued.

There was a strangely blue light in Dorothy’s eyes. The light resembled the blue eye glow of the undead I was summoning.

As Dorothy’s eyes became clearer, her movements became faster and more lively. The scenery was as if it were magic. I don’t know why, but she was becoming stronger at this moment.

However, even if Dorothy is doing well, she does not have the means to defeat her enemies… The winners and losers were obvious.

As the close battle between Morse and Dorothy continued, a ferocious roar swept through the battlefield.

“──────!!”

The newly born Skeleton Orc Lord, who is not Znul, closes the distance in an instant and strikes his ax at our enemy, Mors.

Mors did not take that blow gently. He rather grabbed the handle of the huge ax and struck it down with both of his hands.

Kkuguguk- Kkuguguk- Vibrations began to occur in the Skeleton Orc Lord’s body and Morse’s body. The power struggle that began like that seemed difficult at first to determine superiority or inferiority.

No matter how powerful the skeleton was, reaching 3 meters in height, it could not compete with the power of the ogre. As Morse cheered, the Skeleton Orc Lord’s ax slowly began to push upward.

However, Dorothy did not miss that opportunity. Dorothy’s small body spun and bounced off the ground. Dorothy’s nasal horn, which rotated 360 degrees, landed in the jaw of Morse, who was struggling with the ogre.

Bwaaak! As the light sound of the blow was heard, Morse stumbled and let go of his grip on the handle of his axe. At that moment, the Skeleton Orc Lord, who was pushed back, once again grabs the axe.

Wow! The Skeleton Orc Lord’s huge ax struck Mors once again. However, even though Morse was staggering, the blow was too slow.

“Where!”

The moment Moros pulled out to avoid the slow axe, Dorothy, who had somehow moved behind Moros, kicked him in the stomach with her right foot.

“Ugh!”

As Ogeum was kicked, Morse’s body staggered, creating an opening for the Skeleton Orc Lord’s attack.

The Skeleton Orc Lord’s ax struck violently and took Mors’ right arm. Understand──! Blood splatters everywhere and a painful scream comes from Morse’s mouth.

Mors’ right arm was cut off and began to roll around on the ground, and the heat of battle was getting even hotter.

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Dorothy surprised herself while fighting Morse. Was his own body this light? He felt as if he had wings.

He was able to narrowly avoid blows that he would normally have been unable to avoid, his body did not get tired, and the more he fought, the more vitality he gained.

Dorothy’s body was accelerating as if time was passing slowly. His heart began to beat frantically and a shiver ran through his brain.

At the crossroads between life and death, where even the slightest mistake would lead to death, Dorothy did not lose and was finally victorious, so she saw Morse’s face screaming in pain.

Then Dorothy felt very refreshed. Although it looked unsightly to see Morse suffering in pain and being punished as a means of punishing evil.

Just maybe that wasn’t all she felt.

‘I feel good.’

Dorothy was feeling a sense of elation over the dramatic victory of risking everything in an unfavorable fight.

“Ugh, ugh… Damn it…”

Morse came to his senses in pain, grabbed one of his arms, and took a step back from his seat. Morse couldn’t understand the current situation.

He was a skilled assassin and was recognized for his work by the Exitium Clan, gaining the power of a vampire. He would have to be one of the few people in the empire to be able to defeat him.

Even if that is the strength of a giant skeleton, why does his fist miss a single small girl? .

Mors’ question was answered very easily. This was because Dorothy’s pale blue eye glow became darker than before and she was glaring at Morse.

“Indeed, is he an awakened Auror… It would be a level that even warriors who have trained their whole lives would not be able to reach if they did not have talent, but he is amazing at such a young age.”

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Blue eye glow is a symbol of Auror manifestation. Morse, who had lived close to blood his entire life, could not have known.

“But if you think you can kill me with that much effort, you’re mistaken!”

Mors kicked Dorothy. Dorothy braced himself for him, and when Morse got closer, instead of throwing out his fist, he thrust forward the cross section of his severed arm.

Just as Dorothy was thinking about it, blood spurted out from the cross section of Morse’s severed arm and covered Dorothy’s eyes.

“Ugh!?”

Morse tried to throw his fist at Dorothy, who was embarrassed. However, the Skeleton Orc Lord did not allow it.

Hearing the sound of angry footsteps approaching, Morse kicked Dorothy in the abdomen with his right foot. Suddenly, Dorothy rolled on the floor, spitting out her breath and spit.

Mors turned in an instant and ran towards the Skeleton Orc Lord.

“First, I’ll kill you, the big one.”

Morse leapt to spur his ground. His right arm was amputated, but his left arm was not. Ahhhhh- Morse’s left fist, filled with strength, slams into the face of the Skeleton Orc Lord in the air.

Kwaang-! The sound made by Morse’s fist was huge and magnificent, like the sound of a cannon ball falling.

Morse’s severed right arm was somehow restored and grabbed hold of the skeleton Orclord’s body, and Morse’s fists were thrown mercilessly until his face was completely shattered while holding on to the shattered bones of the huge white skeleton.

Thick dust rises, obscuring vision, and the Skeleton Orc Lord falls to the ground in vain. Along with that, Morse’s body also came down to the ground. He looked in Dorothy’s direction with a refreshed expression.

Dorothy was already running towards Morse. Morse snorted again as he watched the girl’s seemingly desperate movements.

“Now let’s end the real fight.”

Mors spoke confidently. The moment he takes his stance to deal with the girl running towards him, someone strangely taps Morse on the shoulder.

There must be a battle going on right now… Morse’s head turned back at the unfamiliar touch on his shoulder.

The person who appeared in Morse’s field of vision was none other than a necromancer.

The moment he recognized that, Morse’s face fell. His nose was crunching, his teeth were broken, and the taste of blood was in his mouth. Morse’s body was thrown to the ground by the sudden violence.

“Whoa!?”

The necromancer climbed onto the body of Mors, who had fallen to the ground. The necromancer’s fist came down on his face once again in the mounted position.

Kwaang-! The sound of a cannon ball hitting the ground echoed throughout the battlefield. In his dazed mind, Morse tried to figure out what was happening to him.

Then he quickly found out the reason.

What was reflected in Mors’ blurred vision was none other than the Ogre Gauntlets. The necromancer was leisurely smiling at himself while wearing Morth’s Ogre Gauntlets.

“Hello. I just picked it up from the severed arm. You seem to be using a pretty good product, but this is what it felt like.”