For a moment Weed was astonished. He rejected it, even though the quest was offered again.
He returned the cup to the Church of Freya in Heredia and was virtually forced to delve further in association with the quest for the crown. Now even the necromancer in the Plains of Despair gives him a mission where the rejection punishes his association with those near him.
‘This quest is extremely difficult!’ Weed shook his head.
"No. In this case, I just can't."
Once again, for confirmation. 'The Immortal Legion led by Shire', do you want to accept this quest? This quest is associated with the emergence of the undisclosed profession Necromancer.
In the situation that you do not accept, dire consequence will occur.
"Hmm, it seems you still do not understand. Even after I told you. This mission affects all of the continents. If you ignore this, then like us, humans will not be able to escape from the darkness. Then people around you will lose courage and be distraught."
The Necromancer spoke in an utmost dismal tone.
Creepy!
Weed felt a chill sweep through his body.
Absolutely trapped in a conversation he can't get out of.
Instead of just the Church of Freya, look at yourself in a corner. No hesitation to intimidate with a fall in reputation. Here, a normal person can never succeed. Pretend to accept the quest.
It is hard to refuse the quest, but one can desert the quest later. The price of this is a continued loss of reputation, fixed on the conviction that there is no way it can be done.
But Weed was weak to this threat. Working hard for all of that fame, he couldn't just blow it all away.
"It is my desire to take on the Immortal Legion with my life. To defeat the Lich and his legion of undead, and fight to prevent the defilement of this land."
You have accepted the quest
***
Hwareureureu.
The mud and fire was swept away from the Dark Elf citadel. In order to fix the damage caused by Orc ordinances and Dark Elf magic that carved pits throughout the area.
Extremely large enough to house tens of thousands, Orcs were busy carrying luggage as they moved to the Dark Elf citadel.
"Chwichwit. Elf knows no fun, never heard of stones."
"Okay, Orc."
"I am great being first in strength. Chwiik!"
Orcs and Elves joined forces to begin the task of repairs.
The necromancer scrambled to the priests and royal knights to inform them of the undead army. Then the Dark Elves and Orcs made a dramatic reconciliation. The enemy caused a joining of races to an army.
Balkan's summoning rituals were conducted in the past, and this did not tolerate any being left alive. Dark Elves were killed and resurrected as undead hunters; Orcs were made into zombies.
Above all else, Dark Elves cherished their clans. Also the proud Orcs found it an insult to be turned into a zombie.
"Chwiik, Chwiik! We go back to the dirt. Chwichwik. We can take a break and stretch our legs after we die."
The two races allied to fight the Immortal Legion worked to repair the citadel. The priests of Freya, the royal knights also joined the task of recovery.
"It's empty in here!"
"There is stronger support underneath."
"The foundation here is too weak."
Dale and Hosram took the soldiers with them to carefully check the citadel. The strength of Orcs was good for carrying heavy boulders or objects, but the touch of human hands was better for the structure. The eccentric Dark Elves used magic to carve and made a sloppy job of it.
From the top of the citadel, Weed was hit by a cool breeze.
A heavy and serious expression!
"Sir, the trick seems to be creating a strategy that will win the battle against the Immortal Legion."
"He's also our captain after all."
Becker gave a thumb up.
But it was in the back of Weed's mind, he wasn't considering the war coming in one month.
"Let's take a look. First, the items acquired as the spoils of war...."
He was in the middle of calculating the price of spoils from his kills during the siege of the Dark Elves. Indeed, even during the most intense of the fighting, he was looking for items. All of the important items on the floor dropped by the bodies that he relentlessly searched, laughing like a crazy person as the arrows flew towards him.
A desperate struggle for money!