Kapitel 52: Chapter 16, The Elf Warrior
"Who the hell are you?" The elf said with visible anger on his face.
Hm? That body doesn't look like Williams' body, and I do not remember Williams ever screeching vulgar words towards me.
So he is not Williams? How unfortunate...
Silence then fills the air as neither of us spoke a word. He then raises his sword and points it towards my skull and says.
"I'll ask again, Who are you?" He asks once more.
This is quite the predicament, I am unable to speak and I am also unable to defend myself without my vials and tools since I left them inside the carriage.
Perhaps the situation would have been different if he was infected with Solathemia, since Solasthemia much like Undead essence, enables one to communicate with undead such as I.
His eyes glances to the right and he began talking as if he was speaking to another person.
"The spirit told me you're an undead, but I don't recall there being any undead that could survive under light of the sun" He said.
Spirits?
Ah I see, I remember reading about elves being a race favored by spirits due to their inborn talent for magic, but regardless of talent, they, like everyone else, are still only experts at magic used in combat such as the spell fireball.
Quite unfortunate I must say, magic is far more versatile than a man made weapon yet they only use them as weapons of war. Even the spirits, beings who are made entirely of mana, are obsessed with using magic as a way of combat despite them hating conflict themselves.
Hold on... Is it perhaps possible?
"Ahem, Do you understand me Elf?" I asked moving my bones of my jaws.
Signs of confusion were painted on his face. Just as he was about to lower his scimitar his eyes caught a glint of red splatter near my shoulder making him raise his blade back up and closer towards my skull.
"Seems like you can't speak, but is that..."
Whilst putting his blade up my neck he strafes to the right and glances to the right of him and saw a the dead elf's body lying in the pool of blood, still gushing out blood.
Silence fills the air once more as he continues to hold his sword up my neck, not even showing a single sign of sweat or fatigue. I applaud this man's muscle strength I say, he might be useful as an advancement material.
"So... You did this..." He said coldly.
Oh dear...
He grits his teeth and charges at me, swinging his blade horizontally towards my neck. I evaded the man's first attack at the cost of him ripping the vest of my newly acquired suit, but the second one got me.
As soon as I evaded the swing, he simultaneously threw his dagger up my skull, flinging it off from my neck. I watch as the man leaps up into air whilst brandishing his scimitar towards me.
Well this... Is a quite the... Situation if I must say.
As his blade shatters open my skull, my vision switches to that of my torso, luckily the man ripped it.
Hmm... This is the 6th time my skull have been destroyed... The last time was when it was taken to a goblin cave for an odd ritual ceremony.
The man lands and sheathes both of his blades. I suppose he thinks I have died?
Well... Perhaps I misjudged him, I thought he was a veteran elf warrior but it seems I was utterly mistaken. Perhaps he's just a talented elf who doesn't know that in order to kill an undead such as skeletons... One must break every single bone it has.
"FOOL! You may have shattered my skull but I have the head of Williams!"
I yeet Williams head onto him and Williams chomps down on clothes, startling him as he tries to get Williams off him despite Williams resistance.
I use this opening to escape by running pass the Elven Warrior. The face he made as he saw my headless body was priceless!
He was in awe, fear, and confusion all at the same time!
I jump and dive inside the 4th carriage.
"Get off me! You!-"
As he continues to struggle over Williams, however, eventually he succeeded in getting Williams off from latching onto his back. He tosses Williams into the air and Slashes at him, splitting his skull into 2.
"Tch, don't think that you can hide from-"
He cuts open the curtains with his scimitar.
"Me-!?"
His eyes flickers in surprise as he saw me, a headless skeleton, surrounded by dozens of ominous green eyes glowing under the shadow of the carriage.
"Roberto! feast on the joints of his limbs!" I demanded.
Roberto and his family, having splashed with the Anti-Light potion, leaps onto the elf one by one, overwhelming him with sheer numbers. The elf managed to slash off a 3 to 4 of Roberto's family, but the the number of rabbits that piled onto him grew more and more.
The more he struggled, the more the rabbits find an opening to rip open his garb and dig into his tendons and joints. As they continue to ravage and devour his joints, he screams in pain with vigor whilst thrashing around his arms and legs trying to get them off.
Quite the gruesome sight I must say.
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A few minutes has passed and the rabbits retreated from the elf's body, oh my, oh my... I hope he hasn't died of shock yet.
His face was covered in blood red but his limbs were messed with blood. All of the places I've told the rabbits to rip open were excellently torn to shreds, well he one of his fingers is missing but I do not mind some rabbits wanting to snack on him a little.
I move pass him and grab a bag full of vials, Healing ones which were cheap of course.
I empty each vial by splashing them over the wounds the rabbit inflicted upon his joints. This won't heal his joints back to it's original shape but it will at least stop it's bleeding.
His flesh began to grow in a grotesque manner, knitting each other to close the open wound.
Hmm... The idea of the flesh growing gave me quite the spectacular idea, one which may be far more cruel than Solasthemia in a way. But there are far more pressing matters to attend to right now.
I crouch down and pull out a syringe filled with undead essence. I stab it into his neck and inject it inside. Now to wake him up.
Using my skeletal hands I slap him back and forth on his foaming face, the Healing Vials worked so he shouldn't be dead, just fainted.
He wakes up, his eyes slowly opening as if he just woke up from bed, well... He is waking up but never mind that!
I shake his shoulders back and forth and repeatedly ask "Where is Williams body!!!" Back and forth until he finally snaps back into reality.
"Who the... What... Are you..?" He asks.
"I am an Alchemist, Reborn as Undead, and I seek justice by taking revenge upon the Assassins Guild. I am...."
"You are..."
"THE GREAT, AMAZING, AND ASTONISHING SOL VAN HEIM!!! One who had cured a diseases that had been pestering the Holy Sanctum Of Lysnylia for 70 Centuries!"
"(-_-;) What?" He asks in disbelief.
Well, it is not surprising for elves and other races which lives in Seralia to hear such an accomplishment done in Lysnylia otherwise known as the nest of Angels.
"Anyways, why are elves such as you spying on us?" I ask.
"Tch, why should I tell you?"
"Well, if you are going to be useless to me then I suppose I can pluck out your eyes and shave off your muscles and skin, to disguise myself as you and enter the nearest elven settlement near us" I elaborated.
"... I don't like jokes... Wait, W-why can't I move!?"
"I torn open your tendons, I do like jokes... However, I was not joking about plucking your eyes however"
I ordered one of the rabbits to hand me a silver spoon from the carriage. The rabbit, with the silver spoon in it's mouth, hops over to me and gives me the spoon.
"If you do not cooperate I shall spoon you!" I threaten.
"Spoon me? What're you gonna do? Hit me with it?"
"Yes" I answered with Green flames fiercely spiraling up spine from my ribcage.
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