Chapter 136: Sneak Attack?

Chapter 136: Sneak Attack?

Apparently, everyone was relatively calmed when I arrived. By that, I mean that when I suddenly left the ground with my wraiths, no one was shouting at me or really surprised. Funny how all the dwarves are looking at this spectacle like it is normal. It is normal for a ghost, but can you at least be slightly surprised? Best effect I managed to produce was cut the speech of the archbishop. He just stopped talking and look at me with his eyes full of hate. I got it, I killed the holy kingdom. And a lot of humans living in it. But the first to talk is not the one I expected.

-I am general Jasper Earur Borin, knight of the Holy Kingdom of Aria. I will just ask one single question. Is it you that destroyed the capital, the white city Atria?

It is the visibly barely conscious knight. The one that probably participated in all the battles, always in the front line. And the reports were not giving him all the credit he deserves. His armor is truly destroyed, it is even shaped as his body. Chest plate smashed, gauntlets with missing fingers, helmet torn apart. I can see his right ear, even when he still has the helmet closed. If someone is telling me that he faced a rat ogre and won, I wouldn't even be surprised. Well, the truth is already out, what can go wrong by saying it once again.

-Yes, I destroyed Atria, I destroyed Lucia and everyone on my way to Ronta. If my zombies and lich killed more, then I am unaware. I just let them do as they pleased after destroying the capital. Retribution for what you did to me.

Of course, I won't tell that what they have done to me is essentially the bad deeds of their goddess. Better let them think that since it wouldn't really make sense in my false story. At which point, should a ghost shaped as a ratman interact with a goddess and what did she do to him? Even I don't have the slightest idea to say something like that. Too strange of a story. But after hearing me, the knight visibly loses his mind. He begins to laugh louder and louder, a hysterical laugh. Maybe he should take a rest or some

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JESUS CHRIST! I see the sword of the knight at barely two centimeters from my face. Two scythes are blocking it, right before it touches me. I didn't even activate my [Veil of Darkness], the thing that I am doing right now. But it's a good thing that my wraiths are more reactive than me, otherwise, I would have been a dead ghost. Of course, the fact that I didn't even react and with my face that can't be really analyzed, it looks like I planned it. Like a dark lord letting his minions deal with his enemy. The truth is far from it, but I can see the fear in the eyes of the humans. One of their strongest warriors can't even sneak attack and kill me at such a short range.

-This is the blood of the dwarves from this kingdom. Not the warriors, but those that were injured in the Portal War. They can no longer fight for their people, but after hearing what you are doing, they openly started to give their blood. I hope that this will be sufficient.

-Sufficient, of course. The quantity is important, but the quality is even better. I never absorbed a blood from a dwarf, but I suppose that it is immensely better than the one from a slave ratmen. Don't worry, about that, just bring whatever blood you can gather. Now, what are your exact demands, because right now, I can create nearly anything.

The king of the dwarves smiles at my last remark, and soon Thongril approaches with a list. On it, is marked what I should create. 10 additional spirits, not necessarily talking, more lich, of course, 5 more wraiths, and some strange demand. Like, create a stone worm or some weird creatures. Of course, after giving me the list, he gives me a bag filled with hundreds of drawing. On each, I can see the drawing of one creature that they asked me to create.

They look at me with expecting eyes, wait, are they wanting me to do that right now? Well, I am a little low in mana, but I start opening a bottle of blood. And yes, it is good quality. A bottle of 1 liter, and double the amount that is given by a complete human corpse. After filling my mana at 80%, I begin to look at one drawing.

It is the stone worm; the particularity is the skeleton of this monster. It is like the insects; the skin is the skeleton. So I look at the different drawings and all the different representation. This monster looks very sturdy, even if it is a worm. Besides using it as a shield, I have no idea why they need it. Maybe dig something? Anyway, I will just create a small one. Not something with 10 meters in size, especially in this room. So I begin to concentrate, and for the price of a normal skeleton warrior, in front of me appears the stone worm.

I can see some deception in the eyes of some dwarves, but Thongril doesn't care. He takes a weird axe, not the one he is using or one from the Iron Beards. Probably something not to sharp, otherwise my little worm will be destroyed. He strikes at the barely smaller than me worm, and instead of dying, the little thing breaks the axe. Thongril raises his head toward me, and I can already hear his question.

-Five times this size at best. But I will need a lot of those blood bottles. And I can only create skeletons, not flesh.