I thought about riding the horse back to town, but the animal was too tired. I cut him free of his bridle and saddle to set her loose. I ran back to town on my own two human feet. I tried to put a contract on the archivist but I got an error ssage.
Target's creature type is invalid for this ability.
Who would've guessed? You can't assassinate the undead. I'd bet ten bucks the bastard is also immune to critical hits.
From the hilltops, I could see that the boats decided to not clear the traffic jam and just keep away from the piers. Plus of black smoke ca up from so buildings. I think so repressed arsonists use the chaos as an opportunity to give free rein their wicked and twisted whims. The archivist wasn't the one to set not a single of these buildings on fire. Not even the wharfmaster's office. That one's on .
I should be banned from urban areas. That's the third city I cause a mass evacuation in as many years. Maybe that [Calamity] class is still available.
I ran back to the city and set my title to display also letting chaleon fade to let my hair take its un-natural but permanent silver color. I changed my clothes to flashier ones. This wasn't a job for the Death Princess.
Finding the rampaging revenant was easy. He was busy running and terrorizing people. All I had to do was to follow the screams and sounds of destruction. The dude was strong. Slow, yes. But those seventy-five levels worth of Attributes were focused on Strength. Maybe Endurance as well but I had no way to know. He was injured, I could see that his HP was at three-quarters.
The reason was obvious. So intrepid ship crews were fighting back with bows and ballista bolts. The archivist didn't stop and wait to be hit so a lot of those attacks were misses. The threat of a high-level undead spreading blight everywhere and corrupting the place warranted the destruction of the city. They could rebuild it easier than purifying the blight.
I modulated my voice to look less like the one I spoke with when acting as the Death Princess.
"Hey, you sack of bones! Judgnt has co for you!" I shouted at the archivist.
I needed to play with a very restricted hand. I couldn't shift, I couldn't use Nenandil. I had no powerful attacks that worked on the undead. But I had a plan.
"It is you! Curses! You should've died in the fire, girl!"
He ran in my direction. I could easily keep him away. I fought giving ground, dodging, and deflecting his powerful blows. He did get a hit or a grazing blow on every now and then. And it hurt.
Archivist used revenant slam. You lost 199HP (Base 48 x1,75 Strength x1,58 Skill x2 Perk x1.5 Perk x0.5 grazing blow)
That was a grazing blow. I led him to the docks and then down a pier.
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