Polon had a planned to ask him for a duel. Drive him into a dead end, then fight one on one and claim a perfect victory. To be honest, killing Weed was could be claimed as the greatest glory so he really wanted to have a duel.
‘But killing Weed is top priority. I can’t afford to give him time to heal.’
His overall evaluation of Weed improved. Not only was he at a high level and fully aware of his Skills, he knows how to fight and dominate a battle with lesser force. Even high-rank officials in the communication network of the Hermes guild instructed him to kill Weed no matter what it took.
‘I can’t give Weed an opportunity to escape and I can’t afford to take casualties anymore.’
Polon trained the knights of Crema Knights directly. As the battle dragged on, they were suffering and getting killed by the gradually recovering Undead.
Polon : I authorize magicians and rangers to attack Weed directly.
After giving an instruction to the Spellcasters and Rangers, he withdrew with his knights.
Morning was coming.
Weed noticed something suspicious was going on and clung to Crema knights to prevent any chance of attack.
Polon : Just do it. Even if there are casualties, it’s better to kill Weed fast and end the battle.
A spell was casted with some knights in the range of the spell.
Just when spells were casted and arrows were shot towards the place where Weed and knights were entangled.
‘Now.’
Weed quickly stole away on a horse and rode with all his power.
He was observing the facial expressions and behavior of players in the Crema Knights. Then he turned around to the direction where magicians were and ran away without even looking back.
An animalistic survival instinct.
CLANG!
Behind the direction Weed was riding in, Crema knights died from spells and arrows.
“Keep attacking. Kill him!”
In range of Polon’s loud cry, Weed had to make a decision. There was no place to run in Natalia Plains full of knights and Undead. To escape this place completely, he had to keep avoiding attacks from rangers and magicians but that was truthfully impossible.
There is no way he can dodge sky-filling arrows or fire balls, icicles and covering of dirt.
‘About 32% health left.’
Based on his estimation, he will die instantly if he gets struck by the consecutive spells.
The rush of knights were hard to handle as well. He can use the characteristic of Berserker to resist them escaping was another problem. With the dispersed knights chasing him in many directions and support from the magicians and rangers, he would die before getting anywhere.
‘If so, the only place I can run to is….’
Weed drove his steed towards El Vance Monastery.
“Let’s go!”
It was the only place without blockades and opposite of where rangers and magicians were standing. El Vance Monastery was a fatal place for Undead and going back there was an unimaginable or idiotic choice.
“Chase him. Do not let him get away!”
Crema knights began their chase but because of their comrades who died in the long-range attack, they hesitated and the gap was getting wider. However, they soon started closing the gap.
As Weed got closer to the monastery, he was affected by holy power and his strength and health kept decreasing. Even though he had the occupational characteristics of Berserker, his weak points as an Undead remained.
It was a bad combination for running away!
“Trying to make a living is not easy.”
Looking around the vicinity, there were corpses of Undead and monsters everywhere. It would be useful if he could use Necromancers Skills but all he could do was efficiently controlling Undead armies.
He could only continue forward.
He was in such hurry that he didn’t get a chance to give other commands to Undead. About ten seconds later, the other knights will arrive, so he had no time to hesitate. There were many signs of natural disasters and the destructions wrought by the Undead.
Weed found a dark crack under the altar. Normally it wouldn’t stick out but as an Undead, he was sensitive to holy power. There was enormous holy power coming out from the crack.
Weed started drooling.
“Truly I really have no choice.”
Even in a situation where his life is at stake, Weed just followed his instincts regarding items. Weed dug through the altar and entered.