“I wish my class had a few more combat skills to use….Moonlight sculpting!”
Weed's eyes were watering. He had learned this skill after getting advanced sculpting. The light sculpting! It required a consumption of mana but it covered the entire body in light and could act as a defense.
Cheuchyuchyuchyu!
Everywhere Weed fired off multi-colored light. Each of them were an absolutely beautiful hue. Various magical attacks and arrows bounced off and changed direction. However, his skill level was still low so it could only do so much.
‘Am I going to die like this?’
Weed felt fearful. It was not certain that he would live if he was hit with magic of this magnitude. He still had the option of reviving by the Refuse Death skill. In that moment he cold show the true power of the undead in a place like this. However, if he died than he would drop equipment and skill levels. The Moonlight Sculpting was not high, but his sculpting and production skills were really hard to raise! Weed had learned a large number of skills and the skill drop in each of them would be evident. He instinctually prepared for an unavoidable death. He wrapped as much of his body in Moonlight as possible. After he revived as an undead, he would have no need for mana.
“Cold Eyes!”
Weed increased his defenses by using the Cold Eyes skill.
“I will protect you, Master.”
Death Knight Van Hawk blocked the front with a shield. The magic enveloped the area.
Chapter 8: War Negotiations
Explosions ripped the land apart and ice pillars formed and collapsed repeatedly! After the smoke and dust cleared, the Northern Alliance could see the results of their actions. In the area that was thoroughly devastated by magic, there stood Weed and the Death Knight. Only that one area was fine. Thanks to the Moonlight Sculpting, the trajectory of most of the magic was changed slightly. Thankfully none of the magic had been aimed at Weed directly when they exploded. Due to the different properties of the various magics, the result was quite destructive. The arrows shot by the archers had lost most of their attack power because of the aftereffects of the magical attacks. Even so, in the center of the explosions, it was a miracle that Weed and the Death Knight managed to survive. It was thanks to their vitality, endurance, defensive skills, armor, and the protection from the Moonlight Sculpting! With the Death Knight, they managed to prevent dying by dividing the damage from the explosion. However, the durability of the Ancient Shield fell by a staggering 25 points. It was not an exaggeration one of the best, unique shields but it could not be repaired. The durability of his Tallock armor had dropped severely and was now in rags, but thankfully he was lucky that it was not fully destroyed yet.
“My Ancient Shield…”
His precious Ancient Shield that he only wore sparingly! The durability had dropped by 25 and now only 261 was remaining. He felt unbearable anger that its price would fall. Weed was really angry.
“I would have rather died!”
He would earn back his skill experience but he could not get the durability that the Ancient Shield had lost back. Weed had 33 % health left and 46 % of his mana. Even if he wanted to cry, he could not stop now since he needed to break even. He had managed to survive the magic explosions.
'As for the items….'
Weed had been ambushed by the Northern Alliance. Naturally he did not forget to take the items from those that had died.
“Heraim Fencing!”
At the moment, he began to fight those that were left. Weed was the hero of the battlefield. Everyone was watching him as they were intent on killing him. The Death Knight began to act and strike down enemies. The wizards and archers began to attack but it was not as threatening as the first strike.
“Let's fight against those that wish to harm Morata with Weed-nim.”
“Kallamore Knights, let's go!”
The Kallamore Knights were still fighting against the Northern Alliance. All of the high level users that went to fight Weed had died in the magical attack. Many of the leaders of the Northern Alliance had already died.
“Kill them!”
“We beginners will fight back against the oppressors.”
Geomchi and the beginners began to break apart the enemy. The King Hydra, Black Imugi, Phoenix, Bingryong, and Wyverns were earning him a lot. Weed started to focus his attention towards making the Northern Alliance crumble from within just as he had hoped and intended for. A single death does not lead to a significant lead to victory. Since he killed and looted a lot of the enemy leaders, the army was disorganized.
“Beat them!”
“Kill them all!”
The balance was destroyed and could not revert back to normal. The Northern Alliance was stuck in a situation like that of a wildfire. They could no longer trust their allies after having been attacked by their own magic.
“I give up. Help me!”
“It is own defeat.”
“I apologize for declaring war on Morata.”
The Northern Alliance users began to drop their weapons to show their intent to surrender. There was speculation that once Weed had begun to sing that there were already people surrendering. Once the soldiers of the Northern Alliance put down their weapons, the siege came to an abrupt, expected end. The beginners lifted their rusty swords and their wooden shields and began to cheer.
“Uwa, we won!”
“Morata wins. Hurrah!”
Weed shook his head.
“You started this war so you can not be the one that gets to decide when it ends!”
He used to mana to give off a Yell. This was not the end of the war. He had spent a lot of money to recruit soldiers and other expenses that would mean an economic loss. Of course, a defeat in war was the side that had substantial damages and could ransom prisoners of war, but that was not enough for Weed. He had not earned enough money from equipment. There were still the Kallamore Knights, the beginners, the Geomchis, Pale and the rest of the party against 30 thousand weak and tired users. There was money and experience scattered all over the floor! To say that you wanted to end the war was nonsense. It was like donating all of your money to charity after having won the lottery!
“Uwaaaa!”
“We won!”
“The Northern Alliance declared defeat!”
To the beginners that were giving off their victory yells, they thought that Weed was just being proude to show his pleasure in the situation. Weed yelled back.
“These enemies dare to invade and destroy Morata! Do not leave a single person alive, kill them all!”
The beginners had to be stirred up.
Without them there was no telling how much damage the Sculptures of Life and the Kallamore Knights as well as Morata's soldiers would take. With the number of beginners they could exhaust the members of the Northern Alliance. The Geomchis would ninja in during the confusion and cut down enemies while the Kallamore Knights charged in unexpectedly. The shouting that the beginners gave off worked to lower the spirits of the users from the Northern Alliance. Weed the God of War had given off his infamous war cry and wanted to wipe out the Northern Alliance. The users of the Northern Alliance raised their hands.
“Praise to Weed!”
“He is indeed the Count of Morata. We admit clear defeat and will not attack Morata again.”
“It is an honor to lose to Weed the God of War. We had learned from this. Thank you!”
Because it was so interesting, stations were broadcasting the war in Morata.