I became a legion lich

206 Camp destroyed

“Annoying lizard.” Treevor cursed, more angry than hurt. The vines that made up its hair curled around the wyvern’s paw, releasing a dozen blades of amber aura. causing several deep cuts across the paw.

At the same time, he conjured up a second ice age, but released it from the inside out like a blast of frost. The cold air froze the flaming venom and stinger before freezing the wyvern’s paws.

The red wyvern roared in pain and lit up like a torch to try and fend off the blast of cold air, but Treevor fed both spells mana and amber energy, so it would take time for the spells to dissipate.

He kicked Treevor with his uninjured paw into the ground to try to get away, but the vines dug deep into the injured paw and refused to let go.

“You won’t get rid of me that easy!” Treevor shouted in the demihuman language, but his voice was more fearful than angry. He leapt up to face the wyvern impulsively, only to look down and find his bones chilling with fear at the height they were.

“Let me go!” The red wyvern continued to roar in pain, feeling its paw being torn apart by the vines that seeped into the flesh and crawled like worms. The paw had already gone limp and the wyvern couldn’t move it, but the pain was still real.

Treevor also tried to spread his poison, but between the freezing cold in the willow and the wyvern’s absurd heat, the parasitic poison disappeared before it got out of the vines.

The red wyvern realized that he would lose if he continued like this, so in an act of desperation he bit his own leg until he pulled it off, making Treevor fall in free fall against the ground. He quickly conjured flames to cauterize the wound and prevent further blood loss.

“KYAAAA!” Treevor went down while screaming like a little girl and flailing his limbs desperately, but that did nothing to improve his situation.

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It was the queen of the hive hawks who saved him from the free fall, who watched the fight and approached him as he fell, casting the float spell on him and the severed leg he was reflexively clutching.

“Phew. Thanks-” Treevor sighed in relief for a second, but he celebrated too soon. The queen quickly undid the spell, causing Treevor to fall again, her scream even higher pitched than the last in the surprise of betrayal.

The queen had cast the spell for an instant just to ease the effect of the fall, the rest of Treevor could overcome on their own.

“You damn chicken! I swear I’ll cut you to pieces!” Treevor cursed as he rose from the fall, using dark magic to quickly regenerate the corrupted willow tree.

He looked up at the red wyvern in the sky, only to realize it was already gone. The wyvern was flying in the direction the yellow wyvern had and it would be impossible for Treevor to keep up.

‘Good, they’ll probably be fine with Simogo with them.’ Treevor thought, before leaping back quickly, an orc crashing to the ground where he was a second later. The orc tried to chase him, but a stone spike came out of the ground and hit him in the balls, making the orc fall to the ground unconscious.

‘It’s better to end the fight here before they come back.’ Treevor thought and cast his falling star spell. Spheres of darkness appeared around him, before scattering in all directions.

The spheres were slow, but during the night and on a messy battlefield like this, every sphere hit a target without missing. Whether gobiln or orc, anyone hit would die or have their flesh rot on contact.

Even so, there was a limit to how many sphere he could conjure and how far they could go.

Suddenly, all of their surroundings went dark, forcing Treevor to use death vision to see. The demihumans on the other hand, weren’t able to breathe or see anything, creating a gap that the undead couldn’t pass.

‘Emilia, were you the one who gave the order?’ Treevor asked recognizing the effects of the field of the dead and that the only thing that could cast the spell on such a large scale were shared curses.

Even if they retreated, the effects of the shields would still add up and generate a large dome. It wouldn’t be as effective as having the shared curses scattered around the army, but with the demihumans and undead so mixed up, it would be incredibly effective and would surround almost all demihumans, with the exception of distant trolls.

‘Yes, it was me. The orcs were cutting through the line of skeletons and closing in on the mages, so I ordered the skeletons to activate the field of the dead.’ Emilia replied, taking advantage of the moment of confusion to cut down as many orcs as possible.

She wasted no time killing them, just cutting arteries or nerves to cause a bleed or knocking them to the ground was enough, the other skeletons took care of the rest.

‘That was the right decision.’ Treevor responded a little embarrassed, doing the same and killing the nearby demihumans. He focused so much on the red wyvern that he forgot his role as commander, even after Athos had entrusted him with that important role.

‘Well, he pushed this role on me because he thought it would be fun to fight on Simogo’s back, so you can’t blame me.’ Treevor thought and the guilt disappeared at the thought of his irresponsible master.

All the demihumans were quickly killed after that and the mage skeletons began injecting corrupted life force into the corpses as the field of the dead did the rest of the work.

‘Let’s finish the job.’ Treevor ordered through the mind link, causing the skeletons to deactivate the field of the dead. The skeletons have now marched into the ravine, or at least what’s left of it.

The trolls were busy moving rocks in an attempt to save the few surviving demihumans when they noticed the undead approaching and roared in rage. They tried to block the path of the undead to allow at least the few who managed to survive to escape, but in vain.

Treevor led the vanguard of the skeletons and his body began to glow as all the darkness was absorbed by the corrupted willow tree. He fired dozens of cannons of darkness mixed with corrupted mana, piercing the first rank of trolls and tearing through them without resistance.

Not would trolls die from having their body pierced, but the darkness still festered from the wound and drained the body fat that trolls used to heal. The beams of darkness didn’t lose strength even after piercing through three trolls, so Treevor spun the vines horizontally to cut the trolls in half.

Their regeneration could not keep up with such extensive wounds and they died in a short time. The survivors tried to conter-atack, but the trolls numbered less than a thousand in total, and Treevor’s initial attack unsettled them.

The battle only lasted a few minutes, as the trolls weren’t particularly powerful or intelligent, just relying on their brute strength and a raw use of mana to power their bodies.

‘Pursue the fugitives and let none escape. Kill them all.’ Treevor ordered as soon as he saw that most of the trolls were dead or in serious condition. He tried to join the chase, but a roar from the sky stopped him.

The red wyvern and Simogo were falling to the ground as spiraled, but it was obvious even from this distance that Simogo was dominating the fight. The wyvern was missing a wing and several black spots where the darkness spells hit, but it fought fiercely, hurling breaths of flame and spears of fire at the dragon.

‘Looks like I have nothing to worry about.’ Treevor returned his focus to the demihumans, but most were already dead or being pursued and he had no desire to hunt down women and children running for their lives. The other skeletons could take care of that.

The red wyvern and Simogo fell on the half of the camp that hadn’t collapsed into the ravine, kicking up a cloud of dust on impact, but Simogo learned from his earlier mistake and spread his wings just before they reached the ground, letting the wyvern fall on its own.

“Cough, cough...you traitorous bastard.” The red wyvern spoke as it coughed up a mouthful of dust and tried to get up, but Simogo was relentless and bit down on the wyvern’s throat before twisting, breaking its neck.

‘That was quick. The skeletons had already seriously injured this one.’ Athos thought as he landed softly next to Simogo with Malti.

The battle against the red wyvern can barely be called a fight. As soon as the wyvern saw Simogo approaching it lunged at it while launching a pillar of fire, which Simogo naturally responded in kind.

The red wyvern was furious when he saw Simogo returning from the same direction as his partner and smelled her blood on his fangs. They collided in mid-air, which was naturally a loss for the physically weaker wyvern.

“What should we do now?” Malti asked as she watched the skeletons slaughter the demihumans. They weren’t able to get very far thanks to the flying monsters, and the skeletons began to scour the cave-in for surviving demihumans or their corpses.

Athos closed his eyes for a second, feeling the life force build up in his core, but not nearly enough to form a new layer.