Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Chapter 614: The Might of a Necromancer

Chapter 614: The Might of a Necromancer

He then turned toward his fellow bearkin warriors and shouted, "Getting picked one by one with our backs turned to our enemies is not the way of the mighty bearkin! There's no greater honor one could achieve than dying a warrior's death! Don't let them capture you!"

*ROOOOAAAAARRR!*

His subordinates were more than receptive to Kargrim's brief speech. I saw not a single shred of fright as all 400 of them bravely stood side-by-side before charging into certain death together.

"Kargrim…" Sova shed a single tear while watching the broad back of her captain charge at the undead. Everyone in the aerial unit did the same. I only met this warrior a day ago, yet he left quite an impression on me, so I could only imagine how those who've known him for centuries felt.

"We have no time to waste!" my words successfully awoke them, and our retreat efforts resumed.

As we sprinted away, I couldn't help but look back. The bearkin warriors, true to their nature, fought with every ounce of strength in their massive frames. Their sheer power was undeniable: each strike of their fists shattered skeletons like brittle twigs. Bones broke into smithereens as undead bodies were flung aside like ragdolls under their might. For a brief moment, it almost seemed like they could hold their own.

But then the tide shifted. The sheer number of the undead became insurmountable. For every skeleton crushed, ten more took their place. The bearkin were drowning in a sea of undead. I watched as clawed hands grabbed at their limbs and as skeletal jaws bit into their flesh. Even as they fell, they fought. Their roars of defiance rang through the battlefield, but one by one, those voices were snuffed out, consumed by the overwhelming horde.

The worst of it all was that the bearkin's valiant stand didn't buy us almost any time. The undead tide barely paused for a moment before resuming their tireless pursuit.

Several of our allies simply weren't fast enough to outrun them. Even I struggled to keep pace with the swiftest members running ahead of the rest of the undead—the corpses of wolfkin, dogkin, and other speedster beastkin subspecies. 

We had no choice but to take to the skies. Ignis, Raika, and Vex continued on foot, but the rest of us—my team and Ryker's—were lifted into the air by birdkin and rabbitkin warriors who possessed [Sky Hopper] and other flight-enhancing abilities. Their riders turned in their saddles, aiming their crossbows at the undead, but it was a futile effort. Even if they were properly trained rangers, 200 crossbowmen could never prove to be a significant enough force to repel an army of this size.