Chapter 785 - 532
Jon Svenson watched the retreating Chaos and felt a sense of relief, but as he looked towards the nearby Lich, curiosity arose within him.
The military had said that this legendary Lich was a trustworthy ally, hired in exchange for the souls of Chaos, to assist the Northern Kingdom in striking down all manifestations of Chaos.
Truth be told, the day Jon first heard this news, his younger brother Link almost killed the messenger, mistaking him for one whose memory had been tainted. Thankfully, Jon consulted with the staff using the messenger, preventing what could have been the most innocent of casualties in the campaign.
Of course, his brother Link was bound to be reported, demoted, and fined, tasting every charge that could be applied.
And Jon, as his brother, could only stand by, impotently furious.
Therefore, when the Lich appeared, Jon was frightened by the troops he led—thousands of spear-wielding skeletons. Unlike the cannon fodder in the stories, their breastbones had completely turned into solid bone plates, their bone arms significantly thickened, and their legs even more so. Within the eye sockets of their skulls flowed a pale blue Soul Fire, dissipating with their movements.
They were at least of dangerous-level skeletal spearmen, completely different from their kind in previous Tides of the Dead, who were merely nuisances, without any comparison.
Their arrival pushed back the Plague Messengers who had achieved a breakthrough on the left flank of the defense—the proud plague of the Plague Messengers had no effect on these Undead. Their spears gleamed with the radiance only holy weapons possess. When those pure white blades pierced the Plague Messengers’ torsos, they immediately set them alight.
Jon didn’t know which mighty being had blessed these weapons with holiness, but more than knowing this being’s name, Jon was more curious as to why these Undead could wield holy weapons—was it because of the pale blue Soul Fire they possessed?