The Amber Sword

CH 9 – The battle against the necromancer

TL: There’s a mistake I made. Bone wands are now Bone staffs.

A lower ranked necromancer was well versed in two different magic, shadows and debilitating spells.

In the game, black magic was brought about the Miirna race. They were the servants of the twilight dragon, and had lived in the icy plains of northern Kirrlutz a century before the Era of Chaos.

The Miirna shamans were well versed in spirit and dark shamanic spells. These spells later on, along with all unnatural spells that affected the mind or attacked the body, were classified into black magic.

After the holy crusade, the King of Fire, Gatel, drove these citizens of darkness into the cold north, and it was said from then on no one ever saw them again.

But the Miirna definitely existed. In the Bible of Darkness, the black magic had been passed down to the Shadow Lords of Madara from these demonic race.

But to call the shadow spells as Black Magic was a little undeserving of the name. It was merely a type of magic to aid in concealment, and the spells used were able to cover the tracks of a small squad of undead troops.

“Praise the Gods! Brendel, you’re too amazing!” Little Fenix cried triumphantly and drew out his long sword immediately.

But Freya grabbed his cuff from behind and ordered him solemnly: “You are going to follow closely to me, and never go out of my sword arm’s radius. Do you understand?”

“Oooh……” He replied with disappointment.

The situation was reversed when both Freya and little Fenix joined the battle. Irene and her were outstanding sword fighters in their militia batch, and surprisingly little Fenix was not any weaker. He was decisive and accurate with a strong inclination to attack, and unlike Aouine’s military swordsmanship which pursued balance in both offense and defense, he seemed to resemble Kirrlutz’s aggressive sword techniques. (TL: Military batch… Erm, my mind is failing me, is there any official term out there?)

Sophie gave a high evaluation to him. He thought to himself, when little Fenix reached Brendel’s age, he would probably be as good as him at using the sword.

Sophie mused over the possibilty where Brendel did not die. If he continued to grow in the upcoming battles, he would have most likely became as brilliant as Freya. It was as if he was born to fight and his flexibility was even better compared to little Fenix.

Unfortunately, there was such a thing called fate, and there were no ‘ifs’ in history.

The battle between the militia and the necromancer relied heavily on Sophie’s input. It was as though Sophie saw through every move of the necromancer, and even the smallest plan it had was pointed out.

What was the necromancer going to do?

Why is the necromancer doing this?

Was it preparing a spell?

When should it be interrupted?

The necromancer grew more and more appalled. The undead did not feel fear, but it could also be unsettled. At the very end it was screaming: “Who are you! An undead shaman! Or a black knight!”

The uttered sentences were exchanged for Freya’s unforgiving strike. The claw-like fingers that were gripping the bone staff flew up and it gave a shrill scream. The green fire in its sunken eye sockets dimmed like it was a candle flame in the winds.

“Wretched humans……..”

The battle finally ended with Mackie’s orthodox strike with his sword. The necromancer had tired considerably before the loss of its hands and bone staff, and it wailed in frustration as the bright sword pierced through its skull.

The Soul’s Fire exploded from its body.

It was the final counter attack from this creature, but Sophie had already warned them preemptively. Only Irene who was a little slow at evading had her right hand singed a little.

The final two skeleton soldiers that remained were destroyed by the rest of the militia, while Freya and the others fought against the necromancer. Only one of the militia got wounded from the skeleton soldiers, and the forest was finally restored to its former peace. The wind blew across the forest, causing the leaves to rustle gently.

Everyone stopped and looked at each other. Their faces were full of disbelief, including Freya. They actually won against a necromancer and four skeleton soldiers.

Mackie’s sword was the first fall onto the floor with a clang, and it set off a chain reaction. Everyone hugged each other together, shouting and yelling, and even some of them cried out loudly to vent their emotions.

To survive from such an ordeal made their feelings ran high.

But Sophie was unperturbed. He raised his head and saw three golden lights flew into his chest from the darkness. Nobody seemed to notice this, even Romaine who was beside him.

The merchant girl also seemed to be relieved.

[Hmm, I’m the only one who can see it?] Sophie felt a little puzzled.

He glanced at his surroundings once, and opened his character window at the same time without thinking. He did the same things like he did in ‘The Amber Sword’, opening his character window once a battle was over.

The green lines of data appeared immediately in his retina.

Strength 1.1, Agility 2.0 , Physique 1.0 Intelligence 1.1, Will 1.3, Perception 1.0

Overall power rating 3.5, Element (Sealed)

Brendel, Male Human, Level 1 (Strength type body: Physical, Close combat; Talent: Unyielding)

XP: 4 (Commoner level 1 ———, Civilian Soldier level 2, 6/10)

Health (Weakened, dying): 10% (Bandaged status, 1 HP will be recovered every day)

Skills (Empty slot skill 1 XP)

Commoner [Basic knowledge (Level 1), Geography Knowledge (Level 0), Local knowledge (Level 1)]

Civilian Soldier [Military Swordsplay (Level 1), Grappling techniques (Level 1), Tactical Theory (Level 0), Military Organization (Level 0)]

He noted the change from his strength and physique. This meant he received the increase from the ‘Civilian soldier’ profession.

The Overall power rating increased by 2.5. The Ring of the Wind Empress granted a 1.0 increase in agility, and the rest of the increase came from his corresponding stats from his militia profession.

Finally in this battle, he gained 4 XP from four skeleton soldiers and one necromancer. It was half of what he should have received. Sophie thought for a while before concluding it was as a ‘Team penalty’.

[This is total bullshit! Why the heck would there be something like this in reality?]

But compared to the fact that he teleported to a parallel world was even more ridiculous.

He tried to think of this fact like a gaming otaku but he felt that it was pointless after a while, because this place was different from that online game ‘The Amber Sword’.

“Mother Marsha, it’s good that my suspension of disbelief is amazing…..” He rubbed his forehead as he felt a little headache.

Sophie stared at the ‘Civilian soldier’ level and hesitated. He truthfully did not want to invest experience points in this profession. The profession was pretty much garbage to him, and he had always viewed it a NPC only profession.

Now in this life here, he could not have thought that he would actually spend experience points on it.

And he even chose the talent point ‘Unyielding’!

The gods above, there were just too many talents useful for a warrior, but this happened to the worst of them all. It was a skill that allowed him to be immune from fatal wounds, but he only had five minutes to bid his will, unless he received a heal powerful enough.

Except he still had not seen any restorative that was stronger than banadaging, and the potions that were in the game were literally everywhere.

Still, Sophie did not regret it too much as it did save his life.

The current situation repeated itself. He was unable to find another profession right now, yet he urgently needed more power, and the only solution was to continue walking down this damnable path of the profession ‘Civilian soldier’. He felt depressed for a few moments.

A veteran warrior turning into a veteran militia? Heck, was the warrior profession not enough of a cannon fodder already?!