novelraw Chapter 147: Accepting Skeleton to Their Ranks
Chapter 147: Accepting Skeleton to Their Ranks
Zorvax and Ophelia strolled through the desolate landscape of the Death Land, their steps unhurried and confident. Behind them, the wolf zombies continued their relentless assault on the skeleton soldiers, the sounds of bones breaking and growls filling the air.
As they walked, Zorvax’s expression was one of calm satisfaction, a hint of arrogance in his demeanor. "This land is proving to be quite the training ground for our forces," he remarked, his voice smooth and self-assured.
Ophelia, matching Zorvax’s confident stride, nodded in agreement. "And it’s quite profitable too," she added, referring to the continuous increase in Zombie Points displayed on Zorvax’s system interface.
They encountered various types of skeleton adversaries along the way, including zombie archers and spearmen. However, these foes posed little challenge to the wolf zombies, who dispatched them with ease.
Zorvax watched the system’s notifications with a smirk. "Zombie archers, spearmen... they all fall just the same," he said, his tone laced with a touch of disdain. "None can match the strength of our wolf zombies."
Ophelia observed the battles, her eyes scanning the movements of both the wolves and their skeletal opponents. "It’s interesting to see the variety, but none have yet to pose a real challenge," she commented, her voice carrying a hint of boredom.
Zorvax chuckled lightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Perhaps we’ll find something more worthy of our attention deeper in the Death Land," he suggested, his interest piqued by the possibility of encountering stronger foes.
As they ventured further, the landscape became denser with mist and bones, the eerie silence of the Death Land punctuated by the ongoing clashes. Zorvax and Ophelia moved with a sense of purpose, their eyes alert for any signs of more formidable enemies.
The Zombie Points continued to accumulate, each notification bringing a slight smile to Zorvax’s lips. "This is almost too easy," he mused, his confidence evident in his relaxed posture and the casual way he glanced at the battles around them.
Ophelia, sharing Zorvax’s sentiment, looked around with a sense of expectation. "Maybe we’ll find something truly challenging in this land of death," she said, her tone hopeful yet tinged with a sense of superiority.
As Zorvax and Ophelia continued their walk through the Death Land, Zorvax noticed several skeletons that had been crushed into flakes by the overwhelming strength of the wolf zombies.
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[A Low-Quality Corpse Detected]
[Which type of summon do you want to use?]
[Soldier]
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[A Mid-Quality Corpse Detected]
[Which type of summon do you want to use?]
[Sergeant] [Soldier]
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After reading it, Zorvax glanced sideways at Ophelia, a hint of mischief sparkling in his eyes. "What do you think, Ophelia? Shall we recruit these skeleton warriors to our ranks?" he teased, his voice light and playful.
Ophelia halted her stride, her eyes scanning the skeletal remains scattered around them. She pondered for a brief moment, her brow furrowing in thought. Finally, with a definitive shake of her head, she made her stance clear. "Not a chance," she asserted firmly, her lips curling in distaste.
Her reaction drew a chuckle from Zorvax, who seemed to find her distaste amusing. "What’s the matter? Worried they’ll spoil our aesthetic?" he quipped, his eyebrow raising in a playful challenge.
Ophelia let out a sigh, her face contorting slightly as she considered the skeletons scattered across the Death Land. "It’s not just about appearances, Zorvax. These skeletons, they’re just... unimpressive," she began, her tone mixing earnestness with a hint of self-righteousness.
She stepped closer to Zorvax, her movements deliberate. Lowering her voice, she shared her thoughts more intimately. "You see, it’s about maintaining a certain standard. We’re zombies, yes, but that doesn’t mean we can’t aspire to a level of... sophistication," she explained, emphasizing the last word as if it held great importance.
Ophelia’s eyes met Zorvax’s, conveying her earnest belief in her principles. "I have my preferences, after all. The idea of mixing different types of undead under our command just doesn’t feel right to me," she continued, her voice a soft but firm whisper. "It’s about maintaining a certain aesthetic, a certain order. It’s a matter of principle, really."
Zorvax leaned back, his expression thoughtful as he mulled over Ophelia’s words. "I see your point. But let’s not forget, our wolf zombies aren’t exactly winning any beauty contests either," he said, a teasing tone in his voice, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Ophelia, standing with her arms crossed, maintained a firm stance. Her expression was one of unwavering certainty. "That’s different. They have potential for evolution. With each tier increase, their form improves. Like us," she argued passionately. "We’ve evolved, refined. Our appearances now are far more... acceptable." Her voice resonated with conviction, emphasizing her belief in their potential.
To illustrate her point, she nodded towards Blackie, who lounged nearby, basking in the dim, eerie glow of the Death Land. The wolf, having reached Tier 3, now boasted a coat of soft fur that shimmered subtly, reflecting the sparse light. "Look at Blackie. His transformation has made him rather... endearing," she added, her lips curling into a small, fond smile.
Continuing her argument, Ophelia’s expression became more contemplative. "While skeletons, even if they evolve, they might gain stronger bones or other abilities, but at their core, they are still just skeletons and bones." Her tone carried a hint of distaste, her nose wrinkling slightly at the thought.
Zorvax’s gaze lingered on Ophelia, an amused smile curling the corner of his mouth. "So, aesthetics do play a role in our undead ranks, don’t they?" he teased, his voice carrying a playful note. His relaxed posture and the twinkle in his eye revealed his enjoyment of their light-hearted banter.
Ophelia, catching the humor in his tone, allowed a small smile to flicker across her face, softening her usually stern expression. "Absolutely," she replied firmly, her stance easing slightly. "Just because we’re undead doesn’t mean we abandon all sense of standards and style."
Zorvax chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "Fair enough. We’re not just any undead; we have a certain... flair," he said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "In that case, let’s focus on what benefits us most – gathering more Zombie Points from these skeletons."
Ophelia’s demeanor shifted back to her usual focused and serious self. Standing tall, she looked out over the battlefield where the wolf zombies clashed with skeleton soldiers. "Exactly. This opportunity is too good to waste. Every point we accumulate strengthens us," she declared, her voice resolute and filled with determination.
Zorvax surveyed the area, his eyes scanning the ongoing battles. "These skirmishes are proving to be quite advantageous," he observed, his tone thoughtful. "Not only are we gaining points, but the wolves are also getting valuable combat experience."
Ophelia glanced at the wolf zombies, watching them move with precision and purpose. "True. Their growth is essential. We need a strong and formidable army," she said, her gaze intense and calculating.
Zorvax nodded, his expression turning contemplative. "And with each point we gain, we get closer to our goal. Power, control, dominance over these lands," he mused, his voice low yet filled with ambition.
Ophelia’s eyes met Zorvax’s, sharing a moment of mutual understanding. "Our rise is inevitable. These lands and beyond will soon know the might of our zombie army," she stated confidently, her tone echoing Zorvax’s ambition.