Chapter 744 744 Elven Priest

Chapter 744 744 Elven Priest

A great round of cheering went up from the witches along the defensive line, and they continued to fire into the Horde, pausing sporadically to allow the vines to smash a wave of attackers away from the boundary.

Here, they were standing on a low stone wall that had been erected to mark the border of the Free Covens territory, so they could mostly see over the tentacles, but their priority was the enemies closest to the border, and their aim was slowly adjusting so that they would get the ones a few rows back, leaving minimal overlap between the edge of the explosion and the front rank of the undead.

That often led to the bodies being thrown into the barrier, which activated the flames and vines, leading to a flurry of flaming tentacle violence, but that also helped keep the undead away, as the vines would attack anything in their reach, and not just those that were close enough to have triggered the reaction.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

That would also make it nearly impossible to get away from such a barrier in normal circumstances. When you triggered the vines, you were already twenty metres into their attack range, both horizontally and vertically, so an extremely rapid escape would be needed if you were hoping to make one at all.

"Well, what do you think? It's a pretty spicy barrier, isn't it?" Wolfe asked the town protectors who were flying nearby.

"I must say, that combination is far more savage than I had expected. The Unholy Fire spreads through the undead at an incredible pace, and they don't seem to have any way to deal with it." One of the Fae agreed.

"You should see what Nether Lightning does to the undead. They're only animated by the remnant soul that is attached to them, so Nether Lightning turns them into corpses with even the slightest amount of damage. They seem somewhat grateful for it most of the time. It returns the undead to the underworld where they belong, and they can finally rest." Wolfe replied.

"Nether Lightning might be a bit extreme for a protective barrier, since the damage that it does can't be properly healed if it hits something living. But this combination is just the right combination of effective and merciless." One of the others informed him in a serious tone.

Soul damage was generally considered taboo in all but the most extreme of cases, so Nether Lightning was out of the question in the minds of the Fae. Wolfe made a mental note not to use it casually in front of them, just so that he didn't cause any incidents in the future, then settled in to watch the festivities as the witches dealt with the undead.

An old witch, with her knobby hands firmly gripped around a broom, flew over to talk to Wolfe and overheard the last of their conversation.

"Is it true what I hear: that the Elves are entirely vegetarian? I have a new soup, you see, and I wonder if you would like to try it after I speak with this young fellow?" She asked in a slow and wheezing voice.

The Elf seemed to carefully sniff her, as the Fae were very sensitive to Black Witches, and any witch who lived out here had at least used combat magic, even if they rarely dabbled in curses. But he didn't turn her down.

"I am always interested in the specialties of a new land. If you believe it will be to my liking, I will gladly try your cooking." The Priest agreed.

"Excellent. Such a kind young man. Now, Mister Wolfe, could you spare this old lady a charm for my great-granddaughter? She will be ten soon, and I have heard from the town guardian that witches her age are close to the point where they can start awakening with some help."

The Elf and Wolfe shared a smile, mostly about the priest being called a young man, when he was more likely to be three times her age, but Wolfe hurried to help her out.

"Babushka, it is best if you return to the ground. You're too old to be flying up here in the cold. I will make your great-

granddaughter a charm to purify the last of the bloodline curse from her body, so she will awaken naturally when it is time." Wolfe replied, and the old woman cackled with laughter.

"I'm not so old that I can't stand a bit of autumn breeze. Thank you, Mister Wolfe. I will send you a gift in exchange before spring comes."