Chapter 690
As the commander of the undead army, this dark knight did not charge forward to battle with the Flame Fiend.
Instead, it stood at the rear of the battlefield, using a wound-up throw of its dark spear to interrupt the Flame Fiend’s spell channeling. The dark knight didn’t make any more moves beyond that and instead assessed the battlefield from upon its skeletal steed.
As an intermediate-grade undead, it had sufficient intelligence to determine the individual that posed the greatest threat to the undead army.
The terrifying flame giant charging at the forefront was not the strongest enemy in front of the sensitive and sharp senses of its soul fire. Instead, the few human adepts hiding behind the flame giant gave it the most significant and direct sense of threat.
Thus, the dark knight shifted most of its attention upon the three odd casters after interrupting the Flame Fiend’s spell.
As expected, not long after the dark knight’s attack, the black-robed caster at the very rear of the enemy’s formation vanished without a trace.
The dark knight tugged at the reins of its steed. This skeletal steed covered in black barding and outfitted with a spiral horn upon its skull immediately stood upon its hind legs and let out a terrifying whinny. Its eyes and hooves burned with an eternal black flame of death and sparks of fire came out of its nostrils.
The dark knight drew the longsword hanging by the skeletal horse’s neck and swung it about as if it was an extension of its very body. The knight scanned its surroundings with the utmost caution.
For the first time, curiosity toward them sprouted in Uzzah’s mind!
Affection. Such a thing was practically non-existent amongst adepts.
Most Northern Witches believed that affection would only weaken oneself. They thought that love could become a fatal weakness to a witch. There were plenty of powerful Northern Witches in history that ended with a tragic fate due to their lovers or family being captured by the enemy!
That was why affection had always been regarded with disdain and fear amongst the circles of the Northern Witches.
The male adepts that belonged to the Northern Lands were either in positions of servitude or were the representatives or concubines of powerful Northern Witches. Their statuses and identities were incredibly awkward.
Yet, there existed a trace of tacit understanding and trust between Alice and this male adept known as Greem. It was an assurance that went beyond an ordinary relationship.
It infuriated Uzzah tremendously!
Most Northern Witches might not have acknowledged Alice’s identity due to her grade, but she was still the leader of the Fate Witches to the outside world! Even the Third Grade Uzzah had to treat her as an equal when talking to her.
This woman that stood side by side alongside other powerful witches as one of the eight witch leaders was actually weak enough to develop affection with a male adept. That undoubtedly challenged the sacred witch’s creed that existed within Uzzah’s heart!
How could a weak witch such as herself be qualified to lead the Witches of Fate? How could she be qualified to lead the branch of Fate on the path toward their past glory?
Uzzah thought silently to herself.
Her thoughts were completely shrouded by a dense barrier of shadows. Alice couldn’t pick up on any shred of her fury, even though she was mere inches away from the witch.
Moreover, at this moment, all of Alice’s attention was focused upon the guiding instructions from Fate as she continued to steer Greem toward the correct path.
Many sizeable caverns could be seen along the way. As they walked against the tide of undead and went deeper underground, the caves and tunnels started to shrink in size, becoming ever more narrow.
A massive cavern that served as a crossroad would appear every hundred steps they took. Greem and the others would then have to choose between a series of different paths. Every cave was constantly spitting out shambling zombies and creaking skeleton warriors.
In truth, these zombies and warriors had already set out from the depths of the underground when the battle started. However, their slow movement speed had allowed the ghouls to take up the battlefield before they had even arrived.
Now that the three adepts had intruded into this underground space, they found themselves stuck in a horrifying sea of undead once again. Even if they managed to reach Mary and her vampires, they would have a hard fight escaping to the surface.
Just as the party passed through the caves under Alice’s instructions, vanquishing countless undead as they moved, a strange commotion seemed to stir in the distant depths of the earth.
All the tunnels trembled slightly. The adepts could vaguely hear loud, consecutive roars through the winding tunnels, quickly followed by an earth-shattering sound.
It seemed that there was yet another unknown battlefield!
Greem’s eyes couldn’t help but light up.
The Third Grade druid had pursued Mary into this underground world. If there were any other outsiders in this playground for the dead, it would have to be them. Moreover, Mary had no powerful casters in her group. As such…
“Prepare for battle. Lady Uzzah, if it’s actually that fellow, then you will probably have to fight!” Greem’s emotions started to soar at the very thought of having to face off against a Third Grade druid. That said, as the leader of the group, he calmly started assigning the duties of combat.
Uzzah did not respond, but the shadows shrouding her body silently started to grow in size and power.
The adepts stopped advancing. Their eyes turned toward the cave where the sound was coming from, and they waited in silence.
Finally, a large group of undead was swept away by a thick chain-lightning as a ferocious and towering figure strode out of the tunnel.