Chapter 7 Ork Hunt

Normally, as a proper Necromancer, Samiel would stay behind, let his Undead do the job of the fight, and occasionally cast some curse or Black Magic. Though, if he was to admit it, Necromancers he met were always cowards that just hid somewhere safe and let their Undead do the dirty job.

A common thing among the magic-oriented professions was their fragile physique. This rule didn't only apply to Necromancers but to almost all magic casters, as this was something akin to "perk" of being a Magic caster.

Usually, most magic casters had fragile physiques and no combat skills at all, so when somebody closed the distance between them and the caster, then the result was almost inevitable.

Of course, those truly powerful casters could easily solve such an issue, either with Magic or any other way. For those powerful casters, they could easily create rituals to strengthen their physique or find any other way to achieve wished results.

Still, it was different this time with his Lord Class, Knight of the Niflheim. After he awoke as Knights of the Niflheim, he obtained a close combat-oriented Class that substantially increased his physique, not to mention his recent racial change. His physique underwent a terrifying change as he obtained tremendous superhuman strength, speed, and vitality in one go.

He wanted to directly participate in the combat, to experience the thrill of life and death, a feeling he was practically addicted to.

He used [Winter Ruler] to conjure several Ice Spears around him, as he shot them directly at the Ork Warrior, who was busy engaging the Undead Ork with his cub as the Ice Spears impaled the Ork Warrior, killing him on the spot.

After Samiel revived him as an Undead, he now had two Undeads. Fortunately, because of his tremendous Mana Pool, comparable to even his old one when he was still pure human.

He wasn't really feeling any decrease in Mana after conjuring several Ice Spears, casting a few Curses, and reviving the Ork Warrior. It was a really wondrous feeling to use so much Magic but not be exhausted a bit.

"If it was an old me, I would have long ago been on the verge of Mana Exhaustion after achieving all of this... my Mana is really tremendous after the Racial Change. No wonder the Eldritch Creatures are one; of the strongest species across the Cosmos."

After Samiel had two Undeads, it quickly became three, then four, then six, and soon enough, after the sun had sent, he had 28 Ork Warrior Undead under his control. He was collecting Undeads like catching pokémons.

He even managed to store 4 Souls from additionally killed Ork Warriors, on which he wanted to try his Ultimate Ability [Soul Devour] to see its effect. As a partial Eldritch devouring Souls was in his nature.

After Samiel returned to his cave hideout, he ordered his Undead to cover the entrance as he sat down and relaxed for a bit. He chose to hide the entrance to the cave in case it was found by someone else.

'I need to find an effective way to finish all Quest and obtain their rewards... compared to the people from strong factions; I am at a severe disadvantage. So either I will spend a lot of time on each Floor, or I would be forced to find natural pathways and ascend... not that is out of the question.'

Samiel thought over and over various scenarios and planned what he could make before he took out a soul of an Ork Warrior and stuffed it directly into his mouth like candy.

[You have absorbed Soul of a Iron-Tier Level 8 Ork Warrior.]

[You have absorbed Soul of a Iron-Tier Level 9 Ork Warrior.]

[You have absorbed Soul of a Iron-Tier Level 10 Ork Warrior.]

[You have absorbed Soul of a Iron-Tier Level 8 Ork Warrior.]

As he ate all 4 Souls, surprisingly, they tasted better, probably due to him being an Old Deus, part Eldritch who fed on souls. Though, these were the first souls he ever ate, so he didn't have anything other to compare them with.

For Eldritch Creatures, souls were the tastiest snacks ever. Not only that, but they were food and nutrients for the Eldritch Creatures, and they used them to grow in strength.

Even though Samiel was only a partial Eldritch, he could feel the effect even right now from the souls he ate.

As he used his Ultimate Ability [Soul Devour] to digest the Souls, he suddenly felt a burst of Mana out of his body as his Mana Pool was constantly expanding and at the same time purifying itself, which was unheard of.

Usually, only Legendaries could purify their Mana at the same time when increasing it. Samiel didn't know the reason behind that, but he thought it was because of his species of Old Deus - partial Eldritch Creature.

His body was continuously purifying the Mana he was absorbing and making it stronger and denser. The Mana was automatically refined and purified by his body when it entered his body.

[Profficiency over the Ultimate Ability Soul Devour has been increased by 1%]

[Your Level has been Increased.]

[Your Level has been Increased.]

Samiel read the messages from the Akashic Records, as now being connected to the Records, he could observe each change in his being with exact detail. After reading the notifications from the Akashic Records, he returned to his thoughts once more.

Now that he reached Level 6 and his combat prowess increased once more, he was more confident in hunting more Orks tomorrow. Right now, he was tired and wanted to sleep. Even though he technically didn't really need to sleep, at least biologically, he loved the feeling of sleeping.

Especially dreaming.

For now, his goal was to hunt at least 30 Orks and convert them to Undead tomorrow; then, he would spend his next weeks repeating the same thing while expanding and cultivating his Undead Army.

Undead Army was the foundation of every proper Necromancer. It was said that a Necromancer without a proper Undead Army wasn't even a Necromancer.

With his tempo of killing Orks, he would be able to complete the Advancement Quest in no time and ascend the to the 2nd Floor, but that would mean abandoning the Unique Quest and secret Hidden Quest.

Because of that, Samiel would remain on the 1st Floor for some good time. Also, this would allow him to familiarize himself with the Tower better and acclimatize to its environment.

Especially to the Mana that was in the air, because Samiel came from the almost Mana-less world, even after 10 days, he wasn't wholly acclimatized to the conditions of the Tower.

After watching the fire burning for a while, he chose to go sleep and wait for another day to come. He then slowly laid down, and drifted to the realms of dreams, just like the great dreamer; even Samiel would dream tonight.

***

Several hundred meters from Samiel's resting hideout, a fierce fight was going on between tens of armored men pursuing an elven female.

A heavy and strong wind was blowing through the silent forest. Only the footsteps were heard through it, as the blood dripped from the leaves and trees.

'Swung'

As her twin jade swords slashed, another of the knights was decapitated as his head rolled on the ground. Some of the knights screamed seeing their comrade being killed, while the majority of them looked at the elven female with pure hatred.

"Even if you are Steel-Tier, you still trash humans with no Class at all; the only good thing about you is your number."

Said in a cold voice the elven female as she killed another of the human knights that were pursuing her. She then swung her jade swords to get rid of the blood, as the severed head of the human knight she killed finally stopped rolling.

"Probably because of that, you can only be used as dogs."

She had long, very long blond hair with shining emerald green eyes and could be described only as an ethereal beauty. She was clad in purple-silver ranger-like armor that didn't hinder her movements, as the metal plates were agile but yet sturdy.

The elven female had a very noble appearance, just like a noble princess.

'There are at least 40 of them, all of them are initial Steel-Tier around between Level 11 to 15; even if they are the dropouts who didn't even manage to Awaken their Class, their numbers are still problematic to deal with in a short time. Dammed humans and dammed Magisterium.'

She cursed in her head as suddenly the temperature around them dropped, and she saw that the five men who were closest to her were impaled with Ice Spears in their hearts, instantly killed.

Then suddenly, several malicious spells descended down on the unaware knights that only now were realizing that something was wrong, and they had been attacked. At the same time, the elven female just scoffed at their stupidity.

"Shshshshshs"

Wind flowed as the leaves rustled; she saw several tens of Orks surround the human knights. All of the Orks were menacing looking, devoid of any life, and even though they were not rotting corpses, everyone with a functioning brain could easily deduce what they were.

'Undead... so Necromancer must be near.'

She thought because Necromancers were always near when they attacked. Even though Necromancer was hidden, she was sure he was somewhere in the vicinity, as he commanded his Undead to carry out the task.

She immediately became wary of the Necromancer, as they didn't have the best reputation... practically everywhere.

Just as the elven female was lost in her thoughts, the Orks immediately started attacking the human knights, killing them easily, even though they were still Iron-Tier,

It didn't matter that the majority of these Knights were of the Steel-Tier. The end of the scenario remained the same. They couldn't resist the superior strength of the Undead Orks.

Unfortunately for them, the physical strength of Ork was far superior, as Ork Warriors Undead just tore the limbs, legs, and arms, swung their rusted axes, and carried out the merciless slaughter.