White Crow Forced into a Death Battle

In the subsequent areas of the Kurd Nine-Grid, most of the walls were barely begun, some sections only a meter high.

The thugs of the Blood Crow Mercenary Group could see quite a few skeletons laboring in the farmland, planting potatoes.

They could see skeletons digging earth, firing bricks, and hauling them to stack walls.

Riding on horseback, looking out across the land, the visible number of skeletons in Kurd was considerable—over a thousand.

To this, White Crow and the thugs of the Blood Crow Mercenary Group showed not a trace of fear, only excitement.

"Opportunity to get rich has come—charge, smash every skeleton, and wipe out the Necromancer!"

White Crow shouted, taking the lead as he charged toward the low-walled area.

The thugs of the Blood Crow Mercenary Group laughed and followed.

This wasn't over a thousand years ago; the era of Necromancers had long since ended.

Necromancers had already sunk to the lowest tier among human transcendent professions.

Medivh was just a Necromancer apprentice—what strength could the skeletons he raised possibly have?

Never mind that there were over a thousand skeletons inside the walls—a bunch of country farmers could probably take this camp.

The Blood Crow Mercenary Group was a major team in the Pioneer Territory, and its deputy leader, White Crow, was a first-rank high-level knight. For this operation, he had also brought several first-rank mid- and low-level knight captains.

With strength like that, they had no idea how they could lose!

"Lucky kid, your good fortune ends here!"

By the time the Blood Crow Mercenary Group charged close to the Farmland District, Medivh was standing on the high wall of Kurd City District, watching the battle.

To ensure the Blood Crow Mercenary Group killed the right person, Wester had given them a portrait of Medivh.

White Crow locked eyes with Medivh across the distance, confirming that the Necromancer of this camp was their target.

A Necromancer apprentice who hadn't been in school long, who had evaded their hunt and managed to take root in Odyssey—he really did have some skill.

But Medivh's growth ended here, because White Crow would crush his skull.

Making a throat-slitting gesture at Medivh across the distance, White Crow laughed wildly and spurred his horse over the barely meter-high wall.

"Run, run!"

Just like before, Medivh lured the enemy in, ordering the skeletons in the Farmland District to retreat toward Kurd City District.

Seeing the skeletons swarm in a dark tide through the city gates, White Crow and the mounted thugs roared with laughter, chasing after them.

"Oho, the leader will definitely love this place!"

"What a great spot!"

Riding into Kurd City District and spotting a castle in the center, White Crow was even more delighted.

He had to admit, that Hobarton kid really could work—building such a complete stronghold in just one year.

Along his ride here, he had seen the Farmland District, the Workshop District, and the core city district.

This was no longer a simple Drifter Stronghold; it was a self-sufficient, well-defended little city.

Just in time—their leader often complained about the cramped camp. This little city was practically tailor-made for them. The Blood Crow Mercenary Group, from top to bottom, would be grateful for Medivh's hard work.

As repayment, he would send Medivh to meet the Goddess of Light without any pain!

The battle hadn't even started, but White Crow and the thugs of the Blood Crow Mercenary Group were already daydreaming about living in Kurd.

"What the hell is that?"

Just as they were feeling smug, the ground suddenly shook.

They turned to look—several Minotaur Skeleton Warriors had jumped down from the city wall, blocking the gate tunnel.

In their minds, skeletons were short and frail.

The Logistics Skeletons they had seen earlier were a bit taller, but still within normal skeleton range.

But Minotaur Skeleton Warriors, five meters tall, clad in thick Bone Armor, wielding twin mountain-splitting axes, shattered their understanding.

How could such terrifying skeletons still exist in this day and age? Was this really the bottom-tier Necromancy?

"Don't let their height fool you—it's all bluff. Those skeleton frames will shatter with one hit!"

As the commander, White Crow couldn't show fear.

He dismissed the Minotaur Skeleton Warriors as paper tigers to boost morale.

"Archers, loose arrows!"

Medivh didn't care what they thought. Once they were inside the gate, it was time to shut the door and beat the dog.

At his command, Skeleton Archers stepped up to the crenellations and shot arrows down at the thugs below the wall.

"Defend!"

Bone arrows rained down like a storm. White Crow shouted, ordering the mercenaries to raise their shields.

"Damn it, are these really skeletons?"

The mercenaries' hand shields were too small to block the dense volley of bone arrows.

One by one, mercenaries fell under the rain of arrows. Seeing these seasoned fighters die made White Crow's eyes bloodshot.

He knew he had been reckless, underestimating Medivh by charging straight into Kurd City District.

It was one thing for ordinary soldiers to fail against the arrow rain, but when he saw a squire in the mercenary company block a bone arrow with his shield, only for the arrow to pierce through and blow his head off, White Crow's eyelids twitched.

Some of those skeleton archers were terrifyingly strong!

The skeleton archers that could pierce shields were Bone Spirit Rangers, first-tier Transcendental Skeletons. Their bone arrows, infused with Bone Spirit Power, were not something ordinary iron-reinforced wooden shields could stop.

"Follow me, charge!"

The bone arrows showed no sign of stopping, and the Bone Spirit Rangers were picking off the squires one by one.

White Crow knew that if this continued, the ordinary soldiers and squires would all die.

He shouted, rallying the other first-tier knight captains to charge with him, intending to storm the walls, wipe out the skeleton archers, and capture Medivh.

Clang...

A gust of wind rushed at him. White Crow swung his sword to parry, but was forced back by the deafening impact.

He glanced at the chipped edge of his greatsword, then at the unmoving Minotaur Skeleton Warrior, and was stunned.

He, a first-tier high-level knight, had been knocked back several steps by a first-tier low-level skeleton in a direct clash.

These skeletons, radiating an overwhelming sense of pressure, were clearly no ordinary foes.

"Damn it, we were tricked!"

Among the hulking Minotaur Skeleton Warriors, Skeleton Knights and Bone Spirit Warriors, all Transcendental Skeletons, were closing in.

On the city wall, the Bone Spirit Rangers kept picking off targets, while the agile Bone Spirit Assassins and Spirit Cat Warriors were slaughtering the ordinary mercenaries.

With so many Transcendental Skeletons suddenly appearing, White Crow felt they had been deceived by Wester.

Was this the kind of power a Necromancer apprentice could command?

No wonder Wester had paid so readily—there was a trap waiting for them to step into.

"Scatter and run!"

At this point, White Crow knew he couldn't capture Medivh or protect the ordinary mercenaries he had brought.

He told the knight captains to flee in different directions, hoping as many as possible would escape.

Crack!

White Crow had barely taken a few steps when a gray Bone Carved Totem fell from the sky, locking onto him.

He was forced to turn around and attack the totem.

He had been mentally controlled by the Minotaur Skeleton Shaman's Taunt Totem.

Then, a green Healing Totem, a brown Earth Totem, a red Inspiring Totem, and a blue Windfury Totem descended one after another, buffing the skeletons.

Every time White Crow tried to break away from the fight, the Taunt Totem would forcibly drag him back into the battle, forcing him to fight the skeletons to the death.

"Damn it!"

White Crow grew more furious with each exchange, his eyes filling with fear.

He could barely destroy the Taunt Totem, and even if he did, another Skeleton Shaman would replace it.

He had a level advantage, but the Skeleton Warriors' thick armor was hard to breach.

With all the buffs from the Skeleton Shamans, the damage he managed to inflict with all his strength was negligible, and it was instantly healed by the Healing Totem.