novelraw Chapter 201: Zombies’ Basic Trait
Chapter 201: Zombies’ Basic Trait
As Ophelia and Drakina entered the grand hall with their armies, Zorvax awaited them, his presence commanding yet relaxed. He stood calmly, his eyes observant and calculating. The hall, vast and dimly lit, echoed with the soft shuffling of the undead soldiers.
Zorvax’s gaze shifted to Kralar and Vargus, examining them with a quiet intensity. His eyes, cool and composed, took in every detail. The new sergeants stood proudly, their unique auras adding to the hall’s formidable atmosphere.
Zorvax then delved into assessing their statuses, his eyes flickering over the information that only he could see. A faint smile played on his lips as he read through the details:
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[Name: Kralar]
[Position: Sergeant]
[Race: Naga Zombie]
[Tier: 3]
[Abilities:]
[1. Zombie Body]
[2. Water Blessing: Amplifies combat abilities in aquatic environments like rivers and seas, and grants the capability to wield water-based attacks.]
[3. Toxic Saliva: Produces a lethal poison in saliva; its potency intensifies with the strength of the target, making it more effective against powerful foes.]
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[Name: Vargus]
[Position: Sergeant]
[Race: Black Werewolf Zombie]
[Tier: 3]
[Abilities:]
[1. Zombie Body]
[2. Dark Element Manipulation]
[3. Alpha Command]
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Zorvax’s smile, subtle yet unmistakably pleased, broadened as he finished evaluating the new sergeants. He leaned slightly forward, his eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and strategic foresight.
"Kralar’s presence will certainly tip the scales in our favor during aquatic battles," he thought, his voice low but filled with a sense of accomplishment. "That Water Blessing skill of his... it’s going to make our forces formidable in any water-based skirmish."
He paused, his gaze lingering on Kralar, noting the Naga’s poised stance. "And the Toxic Saliva...," he continued in his thoughts, a sly grin touching the corners of his mouth. "It’s more than just an attack; it’s a strategic tool. It could weaken even the toughest of our foes, turning the tide in battles."
Shifting his focus to Vargus, Zorvax’s expression softened with a hint of admiration. "Vargus is indeed a force to be reckoned with," he observed internally. "His strength and agility, coupled with that dark elemental power, are impressive."
Zorvax’s eyes twinkled with a rare flicker of excitement as he imagined the tactical pairings. "Vargus and Blackie together... now that’s a duo that will instill fear in the hearts of our enemies." He chuckled softly, almost to himself, envisioning the powerful combination of Black Werewolf Zombies and Black Wolf Zombies.
"Their synergy on the battlefield will be spectacular," he mused, his mind already running through various battle scenarios. "A perfect blend of brute strength and tactical prowess."
Zorvax leaned back, his smile now a symbol of his contentment with the new sergeants. His eyes, usually calm and collected, held a spark of anticipation for what was to come.
"These sergeants are more than just powerful warriors; they’re key pieces in our grand strategy," he affirmed to himself, the excitement for future plans evident in his posture and the thoughtful nod that followed.
"Indeed, they are not just additions to our ranks; they are the harbingers of our growing dominance," he concluded, his expression returning to its usual composed state, yet with an undercurrent of eagerness for the battles and triumphs that lay ahead.
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Zorvax shifted his gaze towards Ophelia and Drakina, his expression calm yet commanding. "You both have chosen excellent sergeants," he said, his voice steady and imbued with a subtle note of approval.
Ophelia’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief, reflecting her ever-present playful nature. She gave a quick, spirited nod, her hair swaying slightly with the motion. Drakina, in contrast, remained as stoic as ever. Her nod was more measured, a subtle acknowledgement of Zorvax’s compliment.
Then, with a characteristic blend of curiosity and her unique brand of craziness, Ophelia leaned forward slightly, her eyes alight with intrigue. "Hey Zorvax," she started, her tone casual yet filled with genuine interest, "what’s the story with those zombies outside? Should we be ignoring them or...?" She trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air.
Zorvax, seemingly prepared for this line of inquiry, replied in his typically unruffled manner. "Just leave them be. They pose no threat to us." As he spoke, a slight smirk played at the corner of his mouth, hinting at some unspoken amusement or knowledge.
Zorvax leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing with a blend of seriousness and a hint of slyness. "And be ready," he said, his voice low and steady. "You’ll be encountering many more of them in the near future."
Drakina, usually the embodiment of stoic calm, couldn’t conceal her reaction. Her eyebrows arched subtly, an unusual display of surprise on her typically impassive face. She shifted her weight slightly, her posture reflecting a mix of intrigue and skepticism.
Sensing the stir his statement caused, Zorvax decided to elaborate. He clasped his hands behind his back, pacing a few steps before turning to face them again. "Let me clarify," he began, his voice calm but firm. "One of my abilities attracts these zombies. They are drawn to this place like moths to a flame."
He paused, making eye contact with both Ophelia and Drakina. "But fear not," he continued, "I have control over them. They won’t pose a threat to us. In fact," he added, a subtle grin playing on his lips, "they will serve as excellent guardians for our base."
Drakina, her eyebrows knitting together in a rare display of uncertainty, expressed her doubts. "These creatures outside, they seem far weaker than us. Can they truly guard this place effectively?"
Zorvax, unshaken, gently shook his head, a knowing look in his eyes. "You’re not seeing the full picture, Drakina," he calmly stated. "There’s more to these zombies than meets the eye."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in, then continued, "The zombies we summon, ourselves included, are indeed powerful. But we lack one inherent zombie characteristic."
Drakina’s gaze sharpened, a flicker of intrigue crossing her usually impassive face. "What characteristic are we missing?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of skepticism and curiosity.
Before Zorvax could respond, Ophelia, ever the lively counterpart, jumped in. Her eyes were dancing with excitement, and she waved her hands animatedly as she spoke. "Oh, Drakina, you’ll love this! The zombies outside, the ones Zorvax didn’t summon, they have this super cool ability."
She leaned in closer to Drakina, her eyes glinting with excitement. She lowered her voice to a hushed, almost secretive tone, "The real power of these zombies? It’s their ability to infect. That’s the secret sauce!"
Drakina, usually so composed and unshakeable, showed a flicker of surprise. Her eyes widened just a bit, a rare display of emotion for someone as stoic as her. "Infect?" she repeated, her voice tinged with both intrigue and a hint of concern.
Ophelia, unable to contain her enthusiasm, nodded vigorously. "Exactly, infection!" She stood back, her hands animatedly gesturing to emphasize her point. "The zombies outside might not be the strongest, but oh boy, their infectious abilities are something else. They don’t just knock down their enemies; they transform them into more zombies."
She leaned forward again, her grin widening. "Imagine this: they bite other Ascendants or even wild beasts, and voila! Those victims join our zombie club. It’s all about turning the numbers game in our favor."
Drakina, absorbing this new information, nodded slowly. Her expression, previously marked by stoicism, now showed traces of understanding and appreciation. "I see... So, their primary strength is in their sheer numbers, their capacity to swell our ranks, while we who are directly under Zorvax’s command excel in individual power and skills."
Ophelia clapped her hands together, delighted at Drakina’s grasp of the situation. "Exactly! You’ve got it!"
Zorvax, who had been following the exchange with a mild, knowing smile, gave a subtle nod of approval. "Precisely," he added, his calm demeanor underscoring the strategic importance of their newfound undead allies. "This blend of quantity and quality is what will make our army truly formidable."
The conversation had unfolded layers of Zorvax’s strategy, revealing the depth and complexity of his plans for their undead forces. It was clear now that every zombie, weak or strong, had a role to play in the grand scheme of things, each one a crucial piece in the puzzle of Zorvax’s growing empire.