14 Chapter 14

Aerwyn began to hear the shrill sounds of goblin screams looming in the distance. Tylin disappeared the moment he turned to check and see if his undead were in postition. He was beginning to seriously suspect whether or not Tylin was even real.

The dark elf was simply too sneaky with him appearing and disappearing all the time. The goblin army came into sight snapping him back to reality as he faced the sea of green walking towards him.

Brexil cat at either side, Aerwyn sat atop Rorik behind a line of sixteen undead goblins. The army trudged closer and he could now make out the hobgoblin leading the force. It really was just a slightly larger goblin, however it had bronze skin and wore over sized leather armor that it must have gotten from a corpse.

The hobgoblin met his gaze before raising up a steel dagger as if showing it off to Aerwyn. The pettiness of the situation didn't sway Aerwyn's competitors spirit and he smiled while raising up his staff. His right arm burst into purple flames causing the hobgoblin to stop walking and stare. The second the flames began to snake up the staff the hobgoblin seemed to realize what Aerwyn was doing and quickly receded into the army of goblins.

The flame lance shot out missing his intended target and impaling a goblin in its place. Aerwyn shrugged it off, the goblins needed to die and the order wasn't all that important. Charging his flames once more he scanned the army of little green creatures for a moment but couldn't spot the hobgoblin in the sea of green.

He fired his flame lance at one of the goblins killing it and knocking down a few behind it. They were getting closer and he couldn't waste his time playing with the hobgoblin anymore. He fired two more shots into the army before they began to charge at him. They quickly made it to his undead goblins hacking and slashing at them.

The scant line of undead were too few to stem the tide of goblins and were quickly overwhelmed allowing the sea of green to reach Aerwyn. Rorik was spinning around swiping at the goblins surrounding them making it difficult for Aerwyn to shoot, left with no choice he tried stabbing them while doing his best to hold onto the bucking barghest.

The direwolves appeared from behind him relieving some of the pressure and allowing Aerwyn to look for the hobgoblin again. He caught sight of it just as it decapitated one of his goblins. A new sensation came over him that he had never felt before.

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He could feel a connection to each of his undead for a moment just as one of those connections was cut. It felt as if he had lost a part of himself. As if he had an extra limb that was now gone leaving an empty feeling in his gut.

Anger took over instantly as he charged his flames and aimed at the hobgoblin. It met his gaze and made a smile before raising its dagger once more as if mocking him which only adding to the fire Aerwyn felt in his mind. The flames snaked up the staff and fired but the hobgoblin was already gone by the time the flame lance was shot out.

"Damn it! KILL THE HOBGOBLIN!" Aerwyn roared as he searched for it again but the damned thing was as sneaky as Tylin. The sensation hit him once again and he honed in on the location only to see another undead goblin losing its head.

It was one of the goblins he'd turned only a few minutes ago but he didn't care, that damned thing had now killed two of HIS undead. He wanted to see it die painfully before being forced to serve him for the rest of its miserable time in this world.

"Human too slow! How can it kill?" The hobgoblin called out in a shrill voice as it disappeared once again in the horde of goblins. Aerwyn was stunned for a moment, he didn't know that it could talk.

"I kill stinky undead then kill human. Then i has shiny new spear!" The creature smiled and called out once more after beheading another undead goblin.

"NO MORE!" Aerwyn raged while charging his flames. He wouldn't allow this damned hobgoblin to take another undead from him.

The flame lance shot out quicker than ever before catching the hobgoblin off guard but it still managed to dodge the purple projectile. Aerwyn wasn't finished and fired another at the ground behind it before it could react.

The explosion pushed the off balanced hobgoblin towards Aerwyn who already had another charge ready. The flame lance pierced it's chest before exploding out behind it, sending its limp body tumbling to Rorik's feet.

The hobgoblin seemed to be alive as it struggled to hold its chest causing Rorik to quickly pounce on its legs holding it in place. The creature was no longer smiling which in turn brought a big smile to Aerwyn's face as he raised his staff to ready to end the hobgoblin.

"Don't worry your life won't end. In fact it's just beginning."

The staff entered the creatures chest ending its life instantly giving Aerwyn some relief. Scanning the battlefield he could tell the situation wasn't great. There were still roughly a hundred goblins battling against his undead and although he had lost three goblins he had made seven more during the battle.

The soul of the hobgoblin entered his chest giving him a strong warming sensation before the pain began. It was different, it still hurt like hell but he didn't feel overwhelmed like he had been in the past. Now that he was thinking of it, he had barely noticed the pain of bringing those seven goblins back.

'At least i wont be passing out in this battle. I wonder if i'm just getting used to the pain or if it's due to the amount of souls i've consumed.' The purple soul left his chest and wasting no more time he began to fire flame lances out into the glob of goblins. The battle quickly turned in his favor as his side grew in number while the goblins shrank in kind.

The sensation of one of his undead being cut off hit him again. Locking onto the location he saw a goblins corpse with a bone dagger embedded in its skull. It seemed that his undead were just like most living things, if their head is destroyed they die.

The sight left him bitter and when he saw a goblin try and pull the bone dagger out he unleashed a flame lance into the creatures chest. The goblins began their retreat as their numbers dwindled, Aerwyn and his undead chased them killing as many as they could before halting outside the ruins.

He had no intention of charging into the ruins after them as that would undoubtedly be his death. There was still over four hundred inside not including the dozen that escaped him and he couldn't take them head on even if he was at full strength.

"Teek have the goblins quickly harvest the mana cores. We need to move."

His undead goblins numbers swelled and now he had thirty one despite losing four of them in the battle. They made quick work of harvesting the mana cores while making their way back to the initial battlefield.

Jumping off Rorik he searched the battlefield for Tylin but came up empty and looked towards his new undead hobgoblin. It's over sized leather armor had two holes in it which was unfortunate. He disliked the creature for taking the lives of his undead but that wouldn't stop him from utilizing it to it's fullest. It's punishment would be serving him and with its speed it would be a good addition to his growing army.

"Do you have a name?"

"Kabba's name is Kabba, master."

"Master? Wait, you remember your name? Do you remember your life prior to becoming undead?"

"Kabba remembers, master. Kabba was leader of goblins."

"Fascinating..." Tylin spoke from behind Aerwyn. He was now certain Tylin was appearing like this on purpose to annoy him. Either that or he was trying to show Aerwyn how much stronger he was. He wouldn't put it past Tylin to be that petty but he still leaned towards the prior.

"Do you feel no animosity towards the one who killed you?" Tylin asked but the hobgoblin remained silent.

"Answer his questions." Aerwyn commanded.

"No! Never! Kabba serves the master." The flames of his eyes grew erratic as he shouted in a shrill pleading voice.

"...Why is it like this? Rorik only listens to me when i command him, otherwise he acts like he can't be bothered with me." Aerwyn asked Tylin.

"Hmm... Perhaps their personality before death has a part to play. It's possible when you bring them back they are changed to see you as a leader of sorts. Each creatures personality may react differently to it. Barghests live alone while the rest of your undead are social creatures so they may see you as something akin to an alpha or leader while the barghest sees you as more of a rival... I wonder how a dragon might react under your influence..."

"I'm not fighting-"

"Ah yes, did you attempt to control a soul to nourish the barghest?" Tylin interrupted.

"UGH, no. I didn't have a chance to think about it let alone attempt it. I did feel a weird sensation when the goblins died though. It was like i could feel the presence of each undead but it only happened for a moment as each of them died."

"Good, very good. You should attempt to explore the sensation... Without requiring your undead to die obviously. It may unlock more secrets to your power. What are your plans now? Those goblins will probably come back with their full force now."

"I plan to ask the hobg-i mean Kabba how they will react. Since he can talk perhaps i can use him to setup a trap."