Chapter 34: Queststone
‘Ding’ You have managed to defeat [Necromancer - lvl 205]! For killing an enemy above your own level, you are granted bonus experience.
You have leveled up! 5 Stat Points granted!
You have leveled up! 5 Stat Points granted!
You have leveled up! 5 Stat Points granted!
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You have leveled up! 5 Stat Points granted!
You have leveled up! 5 Stat Points granted!
You have leveled up! 5 Stat Points granted!
Sounds in his ears. Men coming up near and checking the aftermath. People whispering shakily about the terrible war that had unexpectedly ended by someone else. Undead squirming around their Lich. Valens watching them with blurry vision through all of it while managing his wounds with a number of Lifesurges.
It gave him something to focus on, to relieve his mind of the pressure of the sight before him. He stitched each hole with perfect precision, stretching the new skin tight over them. When he was done with the effort, only the stains remained, but still, the pain was there somewhere.
What’s a man to do when he wins a war? Celebrate? Cry? Now it made sense why the soldiers were intent on getting drunk after a night of brutal battle. Drink away the worries. Choke them down with cheap liquor and turn the mind to a pelt that wouldn’t ask questions. But there was nothing of such here in this cave. Nothing but faces with questions in them.
Valens waved them off and dragged himself, wincing, by the Necromancer’s corpse, dragged his legs there and buckled down in a heap of aching bones and scarred flesh, laid over the ground with his eyes facing the ceiling and reflecting the diminishing light of the Undead Lich’s fog.