Chapter 122
It doesn’t take long to find another opponent. The presence of an undead is taken as a threat by almost all monsters, and this one is the tallest thing for miles around.
A dozen category 3 bugbears rush us from the distance, all wearing scale mail and carrying a well crafted looking assortment of weapons.
"Hey Karl, I think we just hit the jackpot. I can see a lot of loot coming our way."
The monsters are about 2.5 meters tall, huge for a human and barrel chested, but to a well grown male Dragonkin, those dimensions are close enough to have the equipment tailored to fit.
Another group has seen the giant, but turns away when I wave to them from its shoulder. That’s likely going to cause talk at camp tonight. Huge undead monsters aren’t exactly the most common pets.
"You do the Golems tomorrow, I think mine stands out too much" I tell Karl.
"I’ll make then as we need them. Without the base mana supply they’re fairly draining in large numbers" he shrugs.
I launch myself from the giant into the Bugbear lines when they get in range, fending off their attacks and clawing off limbs. Their armor looks high quality, but it’s got neither long sleeves nor helmets. Perhaps because of their wide range of visibility.
A huge fist crashed down next to me as the giant jobs the fray, the undead mind not thinking of fancy combat techniques, only trying to crush the enemy to death. It’s a great distraction, they’re so worried about being stomped on or grabbed and crushed that me and Karl are tearing through them every few seconds.
In fact, less than twenty seconds are needed before we’re starting to strip the armor and the better crafted weapons, quickly looting the essentials, knowing the giant will draw more enemies to us.
A patrol team of cyclops taunts the undead giant away from us, throwing javelins at it. I let it roam, the cyclops are nearly 5 meters tall, they might not view us as a threat.