novelraw Chapter 162: The New Sergeant, Grymlok
Chapter 162: The New Sergeant, Grymlok
In the aftermath of the battle, Drakina stood silently, her gaze fixed on the lifeless form of the lizardman leader she had just defeated. The area around them was strewn with the bodies of fallen lizardmen, a clear sign of the fierce combat that had taken place.
As she observed the scene, a system prompt appeared before her, breaking the quiet of the forest clearing:
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[A High-Quality Corpse Detected]
[Which type of summon do you want to use?]
[General] [Sergeant] [Soldier]
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Without hesitation, Drakina selected the option to summon the lizardman leader as her first sergeant. Her expression remained impassive, but the determination in her eyes was evident. This was a strategic decision, enhancing her ranks with a formidable ally.
Ophelia stepped closer, her demeanor reflecting both approval and curiosity. "Good job, Drakina. He was a worthy adversary in battle, and now, he’ll be an even greater asset in your ranks," she commented, her eyes watching the transformation process with keen interest.
The transformation of the lizardman leader was a sight to behold. The cocoon of energy that enveloped him pulsed with a mysterious power, hinting at the profound change taking place within. After a moment, the cocoon cracked open, and the lizardman leader emerged, reborn as a formidable undead sergeant.
His scales, once a natural green, were now a deep, ominous black, giving him a more menacing appearance. His eyes, which once held the glint of a living creature, now glowed with an unnatural light, signifying his new undead status.
Drakina, observing the transformation, finally spoke, her voice calm yet carrying an authoritative edge. "I will name you Grymlok," she declared, bestowing a name upon her new sergeant.
Grymlok, the newly named sergeant, bowed his head in acknowledgment, accepting his new identity and role. His posture was one of obedience and readiness, a clear indication of his allegiance to Drakina.
Ophelia watched the interaction with a slight smile, her arms crossed as she leaned back slightly. "Grymlok, huh? A fitting name for a warrior of his caliber," she remarked, her tone laced with a hint of playfulness.
Drakina, typically reserved and expressionless, gave a small nod in response to Ophelia’s remark. There was a rare flicker of agreement in her usually stoic demeanor, acknowledging Ophelia’s words.
Picking up on the moment, Ophelia offered a suggestion, her voice carrying the authority of experience. "You should choose one hundred of the mid-quality corpses to form Grymlok’s soldiers. It’ll bolster your ranks significantly."
Drakina considered Ophelia’s advice for a moment, then turned towards the scattered remains of the lizardmen. She moved methodically, her eyes scanning each corpse before selecting those that met the criteria. Her choices were deliberate, each selection made with the precision of a seasoned strategist.
One by one, the chosen corpses were enveloped in cocoons of transformative energy, similar to the one that had reshaped Grymlok. The forest air filled with the sounds of cracking cocoons as the new soldiers emerged, their appearances similar to Grymlok’s but slightly less imposing.
Grymlok watched his new soldiers form ranks, a sense of pride evident in his posture. His gaze shifted towards Drakina, awaiting her commands. The newly formed soldiers, still adjusting to their undead forms, stood at attention, their presence adding a formidable aura to Drakina’s growing army.
Drakina surveyed her new soldiers with a calm, evaluating gaze. Despite her usually impassive facade, there was a subtle sense of satisfaction in how she observed her growing forces. Turning to Ophelia, she gave a nod of acknowledgement, silently thanking her for the advice.
Then suddenly, Ophelia voiced a thought that had been brewing in her mind. "Before we head back, I’d like to see the extent of their abilities," she said, her tone reflecting her strategic mindset.
Drakina, usually silent and stoic, showed a hint of curiosity. She gave a subtle nod in agreement, equally interested in assessing the capabilities of her newly formed army.
Turning her attention to Grymlok, Drakina commanded in a firm yet calm voice, "Grymlok, demonstrate your abilities. Show us your strength."
Grymlok, upon receiving Drakina’s command, stepped forward confidently, his undead form embodying a fearsome aura. His claws, a symbol of his newfound undead prowess, extended smoothly and swiftly.
With a display of sheer force, he grasped a nearby tree, his claws penetrating the bark with ease. The tree, unable to withstand his strength, was torn apart effortlessly, its pieces falling to the ground like torn paper.
The demonstration of power didn’t end there. Grymlok’s chest heaved as he took a deep breath, and then, with a menacing growl, he unleashed a ferocious torrent of black flames from his mouth. The dark flame breath was a spectacle of raw, destructive energy, scorching the earth and leaving a trail of smoldering devastation.
Drakina, her usual stoic expression slightly softened, watched Grymlok’s display with a mix of surprise and respect. She exchanged a glance with Ophelia, who was equally captivated by the powerful scene.
"That’s almost as powerful as yours, Drakina," Ophelia commented, her voice tinged with genuine admiration and a hint of excitement at the prospect of such a formidable ally.
Drakina, her gaze still fixed on the aftermath of Grymlok’s display, nodded in agreement. "Similar, indeed. However, my power still surpasses his," she responded calmly, yet her tone carried an underlying pride in her superior abilities.
Ophelia’s eyes lingered on the blackened earth, her mind clearly assessing the strategic advantages of Grymlok’s power. "Impressive, truly impressive," she mused, her thoughts already weaving into plans for future confrontations.
Drakina gave Grymlok a nod of approval, a rare gesture that signified her acknowledgment of his strength and loyalty. "You will be a valuable asset to our forces," she declared, her voice firm and authoritative.
Turning to Ophelia, Drakina signaled that it was time to depart. "We should return to Zorvax. With this new addition, our plans will need revising, and our strategies will grow even stronger."
As they prepared to leave, Grymlok and his newly formed soldiers fell into a disciplined formation behind Drakina. Their synchronized movements and alert stances spoke volumes of their readiness and loyalty. The forest echoed with the sense of impending change, a reminder of the growing might of their undead army under Zorvax’s leadership.