57 Chapter 57

Aerwyn painfully shot out flame lances as he kept on an eye on Erit. The spiders caught most of the soldiers by surprise, appearing like a flood and washing over them. They looked to be mostly utilizing their webs as opposed to their venom, probably due to the difficulty in piercing the soldiers mail and leather with their fangs.

The spiders jumped from soldier to soldier spewing out webs and tying the soldiers together while Erit walked through their ranks nonchalantly striking out towards the immobile soldiers with her sword and dagger as if she were out on a leisurely walk. Funnily enough, she appeared more like a scorpion than a spider with the way her whip-like webs arced when she sent out a strike. Not that Aerwyn would ever tell her that, he wasn't sure but he assumed she would take offense to it and he'd rather not hear another one of her spiels.

A soldier who had already been stabbed once by Erit's blade managed to survive. He feigned death while waiting patiently until the woman had passed him and once the opportunity displayed itself he struck, charging at her back with his sword. Aerwyn panicked and quickly turned to fire at the man as the zin beetle charged to the left flank but he was too late. The sword pierced right through her back, exiting her chest.

The man froze as if he was too confused to know what he should do next. Erit paused for a moment as she looked down to see the blade sticking out of her chest.

"...Ah! MY SHIRT!" She cried out as tenebrous smoke began to swirl around the blade.

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"YOU MISERABLE TINY HUMAN!" Erit's emotions quickly turned to rage as she sent the blades connected to her webs behind her without even turning to face the man who was clearly quite a bit larger than the 'little spider'. The two blades entered the man's chest through his collar bones on either side of his throat, ending his life.

Aerwyn sighed and he felt like he even heard the zin beetle beneath him do the same but that could've just been his imagination. He kept an eye on her as the zin beetle made it's way back to the center, continuing to fire off flame lances at any enemies he could. Erit's attacks were no longer following her leisurely pace as they were before. She appeared to be a whirlwind of steel as she and the spiders picked up their pace.

Teek and the goblins didn't follow Erit's path, instead opting to skirt the edges of the battle from behind the human lines as they push north towards the center of the battle. Aerwyn was surprised by this as it showed Teek had enough intelligence to realize that her and the goblins would be better suited fighting elsewhere. It was a far leap from the stupid goblins he had fought in the past and he wondered why that was.

It should have something to do with his power since it's not like he was teaching the goblins military tactics in his free time but he wasn't sure what exactly was causing it. It was added to the never ending list of questions about his power as he reached the center of the battle once more. Resurrection was beginning to take a toll on his soul so he scanned the battlefield while he rested, awaiting more souls.

Mogg, Rogg, and Cogg were easily visible, standing a full meter above the humans heads as they swung their tree trunks around, sending humans flying and crippling them with each blow. The troll's natural healing made them difficult to kill even when they were alive but that natural healing appeared to be strengthened in their undeath as wounds healed almost instantly, leaving very little time for the tenebrous smoke to do it's work.

Kabba and Frakki were in between the trolls, having long since jumped off their zin beetles. Aerwyn watched as they darted to a human that was sent flying by the trolls and Kabba quickly stabbed down with his short sword while Frakki slashed at the nearby soldier who had gone in to help. Once the soldier on the ground was finished off they quickly darted back to the safety of the trolls and waited for the next victim to be sent flying.

Not to far away from the trolls was Jinn and Velk still atop their zin beetles. The elves gave the pair a wide birth as they rode in circles slashing at any humans who came close but never fully committing to taking a prolonged fight.

Jinn now had a sword that she must've picked up from a dead soldier when she ran out of arrows and a human attempted to grab her as they rode by but the zin beetle bucked knocking the man down. Aerwyn saw a fireball shoot in and hit the soldier, following where it had come from, he saw Bon atop a zin beetle along with his two goblin apprentices Jora and Nora. It appeared that they were using the same tactics as Kabba and the trolls.

Aerwyn turned his attention to his new undead humans and as he watched it left him even more confused than his undead's aforementioned military stratagem. Some were ferocious and unyielding as they sent flurries of sword swings at their once brothers in arms while others seemed to be doing little more than standing still in the midst of battle. He was about to call one over when he heard horns begin sounding off all along the human's lines.

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Earl Abery's horse was killed during the initial charge and he now stood on the elves right flank. An unfortunate elf took a swing at him with a spear while he finished off another but the spear missed any lethal points within his armor. It simply bounced off the hard steel cuirass and Earl Abery didn't give the elf another chance to strike him. He whacked the spear away with his heater shield before sending a lunging strike into the elf's chest.

Moving to the back of his lines and taking a short break to catch his breath he peered through his visor at the battle and observed Marshal Dolan rapidly making his way towards him.

"My lord! We must sound the retreat! Pontus and many more have fallen to the necromancers magic and now fight against us!" Marshal Dolan cried out once he got near.

"We can't retreat, we'll lose too many men if the necromancer sends his beasts to chase us." Earl Abery responded waving off the man's concern.

"If we don't retreat now we'll-" Marshal Dolan's pleas were interrupted by another soldier who appeared.

"A horde of goblins and spiders have appeared to the south!"

"How many?" Marshal Dolan asked hurriedly.

"Hundreds sir. They should be reaching the battle now."

Marshal Dolan and Earl Abery both looked south and spotted the front of the purple eyed goblin horde charging north behind their lines.

"Who is this necromancer..." The scene left Earl Abery speechless and he mouthed out the question that had been on his mind ever since the bird-like creatures began attacking their horses.

He had witnessed the boy riding an undead insect fire magic well beyond the range of a mage, resurrect his soldiers without even being near, and control well over a thousand undead at once. If he had not seen it with his own eyes he would never have believed such a thing was possible even for a demon that particularly excelled at magic, let alone a human.

"...My lord, you must order the retreat. If we do nothing we will lose everything. We must take the chance, even if it's slim, to return to the ships." Marshal Dolan pleaded once more, this time with a more stern voice that infinitely neared insubordination. Earl Abery listened to his words as he watched the goblins charge in and begin fighting his now surrounded troops.

"Do it... Sound the retreat."

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As the horns sounded out Aerwyn watched the human quickly break into a free for all, doing all they could to push past the goblins behind them. The left flank didn't fare much better thanks to the endless amount of spider webs and the right flank was the only side left unabated in their retreat. He fired upon them with flame lances as they fled west but chose not to follow.

Aerwyn had no intention of letting them reach their ships alive but he knew they wouldn't get far. They were wearing heavy armor and couldn't run the whole way back to the ships, his undead on the other hand had no such issues and could sprint endlessly to chase them. Instead he sent his six remaining jakku to follow them and allowed his undead to finish off the ones who were still stuck in battle while he fired at those who made it passed them.

Within twenty minutes the last remnants of the human army entered the treeline to the west and the elves of Setrhyn cheered as Aerwyn counted his undead. He had only gained sixty eight undead humans for the price of over three hundred and fifty of his undead and a portion of the undead humans barely even fought in the battle which left a sour taste in his mouth.