PFC Chapter 298: The Five Kingdoms of Vaklia - Nas
Chapter 298: The Five Kingdoms of Vaklia - Nas
Soran was determined to use his own power to fight the enemy alone.
But he didn't even take out the rune book that Abes told him, and he didn't know how to use the specific spells. How could it be so easy to control the power at will?
He stretched out his hand and made various movements in an attempt to rekindle the power that had just saved Lord Qian Zhongzhan.
But the result was that the scene before him remained unchanged.
And Abes, who was standing behind, had no intention of stopping him.
Well... generally speaking, we call this movement Turtle O Qigong.
It was Anivia who stepped forward and opened a wind curtain in front of Soran.
"It's a bit troublesome to initiate it, but if you participate in it, maybe it will be better. Try to help me to unfold this storm."
The guy who usually uses bows and arrows as his main weapon actually starts to use magic actively at this moment?
The face under Abes' helmet raised his eyebrows, and he was basically certain in his heart - it should be time to release the spell again.
The storm is coming!
The sky suddenly darkened, and unlike the situation just now when the undead creatures descended, it seemed as if the entire world was swallowed up in endless darkness.
The current darkening is simply a precursor to the coming storm.
The wind howled, and the dust and debris flew in the air, as if countless demons were wreaking havoc.
Under the effect of Anivia's spell, the undead creatures, whether they were skeleton giants as big as hills, or skeleton knights and skeleton horses wearing rotten armor, were all tottering under the violent impact of the storm.
The skeleton giant's originally stable skeleton made a creaking sound in the strong wind, like an old house that could collapse at any time.
Abes saw that this guy, who had not fallen down despite being hacked at by his sword and knife, actually bent down on his own initiative at this moment.
It turned out that it wanted to bend down and try to grab the ground with its huge bony paws.
However, Anivia's release spell is not limited by her Druid strength.
It just depends on what is currently refreshed and needs her to release.
The power of the storm was too strong. The bone palm carved deep grooves on the ground, but was still ruthlessly swept away by the storm.
On the other side, the Undead Knight, whose body had long been devoid of the aura of death and whose attacks were all resisted by Abes, clung tightly to his rotten mount, waving his lance wildly, and trying to block the strong wind and flying stones with the shield in his other hand.
But the rotten shield was so fragile in the face of the power of the storm that it was torn into pieces almost instantly.
The storm swept away the ordinary and small undead creatures entrenched on the ground with its merciless roar. They tumbled helplessly in the air, and their bodies of different sizes and colors were as powerless as dead leaves in the wind.
The worst situation is actually the bone dragon.
This is because wind is something that can extremely restrain the flying type.
Although the wings of the bone dragon are bare no matter how you look at it, they do not have the thin wing membrane on the wings of bats, nor do they have the light and strong primary and secondary flight feathers of flying birds.
However, bone dragons can usually perform complex shape changes during flight, and difficult turns and hovering are no problem at all.
Logically speaking, magical means of flying would not be as afraid of storms as wing membranes and flight feathers, but the results showed that the bone dragon was the most miserable one among all the undead creatures.
The bone dragon struggled in the storm, its huge bony wings completely exposed to the strong wind because there were no wing membranes or feathers attached.
Every time a strong airflow hit the bone wings, it made a sharp creaking sound, as if they could break at any time.
Although the bone dragon's flight relies on some mysterious magical power, this power is extremely fragile in the violent wind.
Although the bone dragon's skeletal structure is strong, the strong winds mixed with rain and gravel constantly impact its bones. This physical blow gradually weakens the bone dragon's overall structure.
The ghostly green fire in its eyes seemed to be about to go out, so the bone dragon in the sky immediately adjusted the angle of its wings to stabilize its flying posture.
However, every time the skeletal wings twisted, it was accompanied by greater pain and danger.
The strong wind not only hindered its flight, but also caused it to roll and lose control in the air.
The bone dragon's already huge bony tail had completely lost its ability to control balance and direction, and was blown by the wind like a rag, unable to provide any stability.
As the storm intensified, the negative energy of the bone dragon seemed to be consumed rapidly.
The green light flickering in the empty eye sockets gradually dimmed.
So far, it has only attacked once with its breath, and the breath of death aura was blocked by Abes.
And now, no matter how you look at it, its sustainability has reached its limit.
A violent gust of air suddenly came and hit the bone dragon's left wing directly.
The huge pressure instantly exceeded the bone's ability to bear. With a sharp cracking sound, the bones of the left wing broke apart, and the fragments flew in the air...
Having lost the balance of one of its wings, the bone dragon fell rapidly from the sky like a huge rock.
It flapped its only remaining wing frantically, but it was a futile struggle.
The strong wind mercilessly threw it higher into the sky, and then slammed it back to the ground.
In the end, from the perspective of the dark green eyes, all that could be seen was the rocks and trees on the ground constantly rotating and rapidly enlarging in front of its eyes.
Finally, the bone dragon slammed heavily to the ground, making a deafening noise.
A huge hole was smashed into the ground, and the bones of the bone dragon flew everywhere, scattering around the hole.
The storm did not stop because of the fall of the bone dragon. The strong wind continued to howl, blowing the bone fragments everywhere.
The once majestic body of the bone dragon is now nothing but broken bones and a gradually dissipating aura of negative energy and death.
The storm ruthlessly tore its remains into even more pieces, and eventually, the bone dragon completely lost its ability to fly and the symbol of life, becoming a pile of dry bones in the storm.
And at this time, the seemingly endless storm finally subsided.
Those undead creatures who had managed to survive fell heavily to the ground. Although they were in a mess, there was a gleam of light in their eyes that showed they had survived a disaster.
The Skeleton Giant and the Skeleton Cavalry, both of which were large undead creatures, pointed and talked at the remains of the bone dragon.
His mouth made clacking sounds, probably he was communicating or laughing at something.
However, just as they were feeling complacent and thinking they had successfully escaped, a strange feeling came over them.
Beside Anivia, Soran, who had been supporting her shoulders, finally raised his head.
"I...seem to have done it."
His forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes revealed a hint of fatigue and exhaustion, and his whole body seemed to be trembling.
But even so, his fingers were still trembling slightly and pointed like a sword.
“It’s time to explode!”
Those undead creatures that had managed to escape, one by one, even the three powerful undead creatures, Ghost, Specter and Shadow, which were immune to physical attacks, discovered in horror that their existence was being constantly weakened and denied.
The mysterious force that gradually eliminates their existence is the power of time.
The storm sped up time for them, causing their otherwise undead bodies to experience hundreds of years of decay and decay in just a few minutes.
The skeleton of the skeleton giant became increasingly fragile under the force of time, and cracks spread rapidly, covering the entire skeleton like a spider web.
The last red light flickered fiercely in its empty eye sockets, but eventually it dimmed irreversibly and finally went out completely.
The huge skeleton collapsed into a pile of broken bones with a low wail, scattered all over the ground, as if it had never existed.
The Skeleton Knight's armor itself carries blood, damage and rust, but the power of death allows them to stay in that scarred moment, spreading the power of death that etches the world.
However, with the erosion of time, they also began to change.
From the outside, it is still rusty and dirty, but if one has sufficient insight into magic, one can find that holes are beginning to appear on the surface that was originally filled with the aura of death.
Various parts of the armor kept falling off, and in the end only a crumbling skeleton was left - just like an ordinary skeleton, and it could completely blend in with the appearance of an ordinary skeleton.
Ha, a knight's frame isn't much more noble.
Finally, the skeleton knight slid powerlessly off the horse, and the skeleton turned to dust the moment it touched the ground.
The skeleton horse that originally sat under its crotch rotted at an incredible speed, and its skeleton became brittle in the storm.
The bones began to crack, the horse's head drooped limply, and the leg bones shattered one by one. Finally, the entire horse's skeleton collapsed and turned into a pile of bone powder and ashes.
This is true for large undead creatures, let alone ordinary guys.
The flesh of the zombies rotted rapidly as time accelerated, and their already rotten bodies became even more smelly.
The muscles shrivel up quickly and the skin peels off like dry bark, revealing the bones underneath.
Soon the bones also began to weather.
The zombies and skeleton soldiers fell one after another and turned into a pile of rotten debris.
Ghosts, spirits and shadows manifest unprecedented terror under the influence of the power of time.
Their originally illusory bodies began to become blurred, as if they were gradually being washed away by the torrent of time.
The outline became fainter and fainter, a shrill scream was heard, the body twisted violently, and then dissipated like smoke.
The cold and gloomy aura was swept away by the wind and completely disappeared in the storm.
After the storm, the once powerful undead creatures had largely turned into a pile of dust, because the power of time ruthlessly ended their "immortality" myth.
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The scary thing about the burning of war is that it is just like Amaterasu, an evil black flame, and it cannot be extinguished just because you want to.
What would you do when a riot breaks out in a neighboring country and it spirals into a civil war?
Even the kind-hearted Ceris chose to keep the enemy out of the country at the beginning.
Moreover, no matter how you look at it, the North cannot be classified as either highly moral or weak.
The North has the best people, they can survive 333 years of being sucked into the Nine Hells and fight to the end;
Because they are located in the Nine Hells and are cut off from the gods, they have retained their ancient yet secular religion - they have neither been invaded by the gods of the wild and caused trouble like in Zhongzhou, nor have they taken the gods too seriously and distorted them.
But at the same time, the North also has the most despicable feudal lords. Every one of them is bound by blood, and their spirits and souls are actively or passively devoured by the devil.
Either it was a subtle influence or they were caught in a situation. In short, launching wars, overthrowing the powerful, and dividing the legal system forever were a series of stupid things the northern feudal lords did after returning to the ground.
In this situation, how could some means not be used against the small kingdom of Wommza, which has been in turmoil for half a year?
Direct invasion or the cultivation of agents are both common behaviors.
However, no matter how chaotic it is, the principle that those who are close to water will get the moon first always exists.
Therefore, the silver lining in this unfortunate situation is that around the small kingdom of Łomza, at most only four neighboring countries will participate in the planning against it.
The four neighboring kingdoms, including the small kingdom of Wommza, are the so-called Five Kingdoms of Vakolia. They are the five easternmost countries in the North.
The first to take action came from the northwest of the small kingdom of Wommza.
There is a country of storms and long winters, Nath.
The size of the marquisate.
The current supreme leader is Vol Venarn, who calls himself the Free Lord.
Further north than the small kingdom of Łomza, cruelty forces the Nas people to get used to enduring hardship without complaint.
They are melancholy, they don't express excessive emotions, and they have extremely extreme military traditions.
Strong walls surround every community in Naas, and even the smallest village has a capable militia.
But now, Nass suffers from severe food shortages and plague all year round.
In response, Free Lord Wall chose to use the undead to support Nas's army in battle and the lives of the people.
However, unlike those evil kingdoms of death filled with red robes, tattoos, and bald heads, the current behavior of the Kingdom of Nas seems to be extremely restrained and controllable.
On the whole, this policy not only did not cause further damage to the domestic situation in Nass, but the necromancers recruited by the lord's power behaved like Puritans because of the strict laws and regulations.
Compared to the panic and horror that ordinary necromancers bring to people, they give people a feeling of solemnity and calmness.
Maybe it’s because death is the most philosophical thing that ordinary people can experience.
It was Nass, who had a large number of necromancers, who was at the beginning of the civil war in the small kingdom of Wommza...
The unconventional secret method of splitting a person into multiple undead creatures was passed on to the desperate Breland family.
This is Nas, the proxy force fostered within the small kingdom of Wommza.