Chapter 886 886 Troll The Trolls
Wolfe spread the [Necrosis] spell over the area, and overlaid the undead consciousness of the skeletons in the room.
The hosts of their perverse little game show realized quickly that something was wrong, but they had no idea what it was. None of them had ever experienced a spell like what Wolfe was casting, as the denizens of the lowest planes didn't go to the underworld, they were trapped here for eternity.
So, when Wolfe cast Necrosis on them, and offered their souls a link to the underworld, a chance to escape their eternal torment, there was no resistance at all from the undead army.
In seconds, the hold that the spell had on them was broken, and their allegiance had been converted to Wolfe. The creatures in the distance were enraged, unable to understand how their monsters had been stolen, but their viewing spell was clearly showing them the scene of the giant bone dragon putting his head down for Wolfe to pat him.
The chamber that they were in was only just large enough for all of them to stand, and most of the bones were piled up in layers when they were inactive.
"Everyone, welcome to the team. Let's keep moving forward to the portal. Once we reach it, we can leave this place." Wolfe declared.
Before they could go anywhere, the announcer from the start of their trial appeared in the room through a small portal.
"Wait. You cannot take the monsters from the trial zones with you." He shouted.
"Why not? There's no rule against it, and they're happy to come with me. Why don't we just see how this goes?" Wolfe asked with a smirk.
They could alter the trials ahead of them, to make them better balanced for the new strength of the group. But that would probably insult their pride, and from the panic on the announcer's face, he had no idea how Wolfe had gained control of the undead, or if he could do that to other sorts of creatures.
It was screeching at the bone dragon, who roared back at it, holding some sort of conversation about the intrusion on their territory, Wolfe assumed.
The troll grew tentacles, complete with suckers and claws on the end from the base of its neck, and flailed them around like a plant monster would its vines.
Once they noticed Wolfe and the others, the troll faction attacked Wolfe and his party, but the skeletons moved to intercept, causing mass confusion among the trolls, who had no idea what was going on, only that they should kill the intruders.
It was hard-coded into their existence when they were created, and they couldn't go against it, but they also weren't supposed to attack each other, and the Undead counted as their own team.
That left them with no idea what they were supposed to be doing, so they tried to just push past the undead, knocking the skeletons over, or attacking over their heads to get at Wolfe's team.
The whole situation looked like a bad comedy skit, and even the terrified Molly couldn't help but smile at the surrounding chaos.
The witches started with their nature magic, and Wolfe created an enhanced Lightning Sprite overhead to send Nether Lightning into the trolls who tried to attack the group.
The Nether Lightning left black streaks in the air where it hit the trolls, and the creatures seemed to turn directly to ash under its influence, wailing in pain and trying to flee.
But the lightning was drawn to them like a magnet, and the skeletons were cheering it on like a game show. The whole scene was insanity, and if you didn't know what was going on, it would look like a mad necromancer was invading the Lower Planes.
"Keep moving forward. The trolls are going to flee soon, and then we can keep following the bone dragon through the trials." Wolfe instructed as he made another half dozen Lightning Sprites. If the Fallen Army's so-called "Divine One" wanted to put him through a trial, he would show them why it was a bad idea to test a Magi Saint.Explore new novels on novelbin(.)com
