"Captain, it's a dragon! It's a gold dragon!"
In a situation where he was on the verge of losing his mind, someone shouted loudly. Before Zenon could look up, a strong wind poured from the sky.
People collapsed due to strong winds that made it difficult to stand. The corpses that were climbing the wooden fence were unable to withstand the force of the wind and fell from the trees.
When the howling wind stopped, Zenon lifted his chin. Drial Stein, the lord of Arhon, stood on a pointed wooden fence.
Drial calmly counted the living corpses. Fortunately, the number was lower than feared.
Drial looked back at Zenon and smiled as if relieved to see that the guard was safe.
"Who are the injured?"
Even though the situation was serious, the question was soft.
When he heard the gentle voice, his knees buckled as if he was relaxed. Zenon looked up to Drial.
"No crew members were seriously injured, and the villagers are safe."
"Is there anyone who was injured by scratching or biting the corpse?"
"We haven't been able to confirm that far."
"Hurry and check. If you were attacked by a corpse, your wounds would be black and rotting. As soon as such an injured person is found, isolate them in an empty house. Don't ever think about touching the wound."
Drial pushed Zenon with the wind as if to hurry and check on the injured.
Zenon, embarrassed, shouted to Drial.
"My lord, the battle is...!"
"I'm the only one who can fight those guys. Evacuate everyone else. If you fight, you will only end up dead."
The words were strange. It was as if he had fought those corpses before.
Zenon was about to say that he would fight together, but he backed away with an unwilling look on his face. It seemed that his own strength would be of no help to Drial.
He went down the fence with a dishonest heart. When he felt that it was shameful for him as the leader of the guard to run away rather than fight, a gentle wind blew over his head.
Zenon turned around without realizing it because it felt like someone was stroking his head. His gaze met golden eyes.
Drial smiled and waved.
"I tried. Leave this to me."
After speaking, Drial jumped down from under the wooden fence. Zenon looked blankly at the spot where Drial was standing.
The wind caressed and rubbed the top of his head. He felt strange.
***
The corpses couldn't get close to Drial. The fast-gusting wind was protecting Drial. When they got close, their limbs were broken off.
Every time Drial took a step, the wind devastated the surrounding area. The corpse's putrid flesh was splattered and rotten blood was splattered.
The rotten corpse vibrated in the wind, but Drial remained calm. This kind of fight seemed familiar.
Drial, who cut the body into pieces with the wind, frowned with a grim expression on his face.
"Shutime."
His voice was full of disgust, but his expression was colder than ever.
"Don't stay stuck like a rat, come out. Don't hide and watch in the dark."
No sooner had the mockery ended than the corpses attacked Drial.
The corpse's face was full of pain. The souls of those who had just passed away remained in their bodies.
Those who were forcibly resurrected fought and suffered against their will.
Drial laughed stereotypically, hiding his despair. There was only one thing he could do for those who had been reduced to puppets of the cursed wizard.
To fight calmly. And to burn them so that they don't keep coming back to life and become skeletons.
Drial lost most of his brothers, friends, and beloved knights with his own hands on the northern battlefield.
He couldn't let the permanent residents of Arhon suffer like he did. It was enough for him to experience that nightmare.
The golden eyes became cold. Drial, who was scanning the corpses as if looking for a target, chuckled.
"I didn't know you liked me so much that you followed me all the way to Arhon. But what should I do? I'm married, Shutime. I'm a married man."
The moment he sneered, black magic tore away Drial's wind. Drial laughed viciously with such disgusting force that it made him feel nauseous.
The wind that gathered together like a cannonball threw away the entity that attacked Drial. Unlike the others, the almost uncorrupted body slid and landed on the floor.
There was a bright red eye on the corpse's forehead. As soon as he saw the ominous eyes, Rukh, the spirit who had contracted with Drial, yelped like a cat.
The third eye shining bright red was evidence that someone had possessed that corpse.
Drial wrapped a sharp wind around his hand. The smile completely disappeared from his face.
"We meet again. Shutime. I was hoping your soul would go to hell again. I'm so sorry to see you again."
Drial rushed at the corpse. The corpse opened his mouth grotesquely and laughed.
As black magic and spirit power collided, a heavy wave hit the area of Emur Village.
The corrupted power aimed for Drial's heart, but could not reach it. The missed magic scratched Drial's arms and hands. His blood-spattered, but Drial remained expressionless.
The wind, straight as a spear, struck the corpse. The limbs were cut off, but the body regenerated instantly.
Other corpses rushed towards Drial. The spirit Rukh called the wind and pushed the corpses away. A snickering sound rang out from the other side.
"Drial Stein..."
Shutime, possessed by a corpse, muttered in a voice full of hatred.
The red eyes on his forehead grew bigger and bulged forward. Ominous red eyes grinned.
"I never thought I'd see you damned guy again. Did you really live in Arhon? What a bad relationship!"
"What, you liked me but didn't even know that? I am the lord of this place."
The corpse burst into laughter at those words. It was an unpleasant laugh, like nails scratching an iron plate.
Drial threw the wind out as if he didn't want to hear it. Half of the body's face was blown away by the wind.
However, Shutime, the wizard who controlled the corpse, just sneered as if it were ridiculous.
Shutime.
He was the second wizard of all time and a transcendental who was once the head of the Magic Tower.
For some reason, he became corrupted and was trapped in hell, but he opened the boundary between the earth and the underworld and came up to Middle Earth.
It was also Shutime's work that unleashed the frost giants in the north.
It was because of Shutime that the wizards of the Magic Tower, who did not intervene in human affairs, participated in the Frost Giant War.
"The God of Wisdom has given great oracle to the Magic Tower. The sinners who escaped from hell are disturbing Middle-earth, so he told us to help those who are destined not to be defeated and lead the war to victory."
A person destined not to be defeated.
That meant Drial, The God of War bestowed both blessings and prophecy on Drial.
"For every moment of hope, never be defeated while you live."
Because of the prophecy. Drial was destined to fight Shutime. People said that it was thanks to Rune that Drial received divine protection. It is said that she was blessed because he had Rune of Helid as his wife.
Drial, recalling the past, smiled vaguely.
Well, can we say that God's protection is a blessing?
"I'll give you a chance."
Shutime said as if he were being generous.
"Leave Arhon immediately with the ignorant bugs. Offer this place to me, and when this body becomes a great being, I will give you a painless death!"
"Why Arhon?"
Drial responded calmly to Shutime's nonsense but thought calmly. Arhon is a territory with the most vast territory in the east, but the land where people can live is limited due to monsters.
Although it had made great progress under Rune's leadership, it could still be said that it had a long way to go before it could have any influence in the East. However, Shutime chose Arhon among the numerous territories in the north, south, east, and west. Why?
"Shutime has something to wish for Mr. Drial. Because of that wish, he committed a sin and was imprisoned in hell, and he escaped hell because he could not give up his wish."
Drial, remembering Cookie's words, raised the corners of his mouth. The smile was dry.
"There is something you want in Arhon."
Shutime did not answer and just snorted.
"You fool. You couldn't come to your senses even after losing so many people on the battlefield. I have shown you generosity. How did you feel when you killed your resurrected brother? What if your friend, who said he didn't want to die, turned into a skeleton and tried to bite you?"
Those words brought back memories that Drial had tried so hard to bury.
As Drial's face hardened, Shutime burst into laughter.
"This time, I will make your permanent resident, no, your damn wife, look like that! Your wife will be my puppet and show you hell where she wields her weapon. No matter how many times you kill your wife, the nightmare will never end. This me...!"
"Noisy."
As Shutime, filled with madness, shouted, a low voice rang out from above.
Surprised, Drial tilted his head back. Rune fell from the sky and swung her sword.
The shining sword hit Shutime's head.
White flames wrapped around the sword...
It was an auror.
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