Chapter 511 Old Friends
"Prince Karl, what a sight for sore eyes. Of all the things that we expected to be coming our way, Thor and Rae were not even on the list." The Prince next to Karl informed him.
"I take it that we have met before. How is your team? Skilled fighters or recruits on a training mission?" Karl replied.
"All skilled combatants now. We were reassigned from the Mountain Giant front to try to reach an anomaly that opened west of here. There is a rumour that it is stabilizing, and it might be high-ranked."
As the man spoke, Karl realized where he knew that voice from.
"Prince Corbin?" He asked.
"Right in one guess. Muffin is four or five spots down, and Tamarind is on the other side somewhere."
Karl didn't remember a Tamarind, but he was more focused on the battle right now than people's names. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
"And the others from the Yeti anomaly?" He asked instead.
"Larry and Darrel, the Commanders, are here. The other youngsters had duties at home."
The Spellblades were concerned, seeing more wounded zombies making it to the front. If the new arrivals couldn't sustain enough output to eliminate the zombies, they would soon be in hand-to-hand combat again.
Prince Corbin understood the long game, though. Blizzard was low mana cost, so the casters could focus on other spells at the same time. Plus it was a huge area, with the two Blizzards and a Thunderstorm completely encircling their position, leaving no gaps.
All they had to do now was to hold the zombies in place long enough for the damage over time to tear those stuck in the middle of the pack apart, and the defenders would get a respite while another wave of attackers made its way through the spells.
"Just keep holding them back. Let the area spells do their work." Corbin shouted to his weary Sect members.
That was all that they could do anyhow, but the prospect of getting a break when the area spells wiped out a whole region of the enemy was a welcome one.
Rae was firing stone bullets at the zombies from her position beside the wagon, while her golems hunted the stronger zombies in the area.
It was the closest that she could come to having fun in this fight when the zombies smelled so terrible. Their blood was rancid and corrupt. Even with a barrier over her, Rae did not want any of that getting on her. Just the thought of smelling like that for the entire battle grossed her out.
It didn't help that the Spellblades didn't know about the spawns, so they had only put a minimal guard rotation on duty for the evening, thinking that if they did face anything it was likely to be bandits or local monsters.
So, when the spawn had happened, the undead were already on them by the time that they noticed.
That meant close combat, and zombie blood on the mages.
Zombie blood that smelled absolutely terrible and was all over the area around the camp.