Chapter 1107: Petty Worries Of The Living
Vijudius laid on a sort of stone slab, probably what the elves from Wind-Swept Ravine called a bed, to a person that was not a degenerate stone eater, however, this thing was not a bad at all, it was a torture device, but no matter how much he explained basic logic like this to his captor–Or rather–Saviour, she just acted like he was insane.
He had learned that her na Giliniel, elves seriously had a problem with adding ‘I’ all over the place in their nas, or so he thought without realising that it was also a prominent trait in human naming conventions…
In any case, as he rested and did his best to recuperate whilst having to lie upon literal stone, he focused on circulating the fighting spirit that was slowly being produced within him, by doing so, he could fill his energy reserves faster, and by using fighting spirit, he could heal help his body heal up faster as well.
But every ti he closed his eyes to focus, sothing would be distracting him, naly, the foreign mories the foul hunter had forcefully implanted inside of his brain, sohow, that was sothing this mysterious being was capable of doing by simply uttering a few words.
The young knight was wary of what would happen if he acknowledged the presence of these mories, but he had no choice in the matter, they surged to the front of his mind on their own, flooding his head with images of alien places, words and images detailing things that did not make sense.
He had heard that the backers of the dirt-bloods called themselves the undead, a word that only existed to describe sothing that did not exist in this realm, but according to the mories, the hunters of the battlefield were genuinely lifeless corpses animated by the power of Death itself.
Also according to the mories, they had conquered and built for themselves an invincible empire, their numbers were off the charts, and powerful undeads existed in droves… Though, what Vijudius truly found flabbergasting was the fact that their Undead Empire seed so united, so cleanly built, everything was efficient, everyone was the post most suited for them… There was no corruption, and no one vied for the crown.
Any threat to this utopia of death and darkness would be swiftly taken care of, ensuring that everything remained perfect.
The living could only spit upon those images, a perfect society and an existence that surpasses life after death? Only the densest of fools would believe in such madness, clearly, these mories had to have been falsified, they were not mories from soone else, they were re fabrications.
Forced into his head in an attempt to make him doubt himself, but the corpse had underestimated him, he was not weak-willed enough to mistake these egregious mories for his own, or even to believe in them.
‘Insanity, you should have just killed instead, did you think that I would beco a sleeper agent for your cause? Think again…’
Ignoring the holy knowledge that demonstrated the errors of his ways, that was the typical behaviour of a foolish living, and indeed, like most fools of his kind, what pressed stronger on his mind was not the comprehension that living was a waste of ti and only served to corrupt his being, but sothing else entirely.
Sothing that was so many tis less important, that if Dimios knew of it, he might actually laugh out loud.
For indeed, there was another thing that Vijudius couldn’t help but think about every ti he closed his eyes, and that was Giliniel, he acted tough in front of the elf, but as a young, noble man that was yet married, and had thus, never laid in the sa bed as a mber of the opposite sex, his breath had naturally been taken away by the supernatural beauty of the elven woman.
He had never seen any elves before eting her, having always remained deep within human territory, and so, he had always assud that the tales of their incredible looks were exaggerated, that they were re propaganda spread by the elves themselves.
In his head, they only looked like humans with pointy ears, but that was all before seeing the truth for himself, there had been no exaggerations, sohow, he couldn’t quite put his finger on the how or why, but Giliniel was at least ten tis prettier than the most beautiful human woman the young knight had ever seen, it wasn’t even a competition
He had to resort to spouting bile at her direction to distract himself, otherwise, he might have acted like those foolish characters in theatre plays, who would go silent and take on an idiotic expression as they stared at the face of a woman they found beautiful.
On his honor as a knight, he could not allow himself to do such a thing, and especially not to a damned knife-ear, that would be public humiliation, if that had happened, he might as well have finished the undead’s job and severed his own head to spare himself and his family the embarrassnt.
But no matter what, he could not help but think about her, for so reason, not only had she absolutely blown him away with her looks, but he also couldn’t get her out of his head, that was a pretty bad sign, his mother used to say that this ant a certain sothing- And if she was right, things could hardly get worse for Vijudius now.
“Gods, let it not be the case…” he prayed.
But as he closed his eyes to do so, his treacherous brain flashed images of Giliniel’s lips to him- He had to take back what he said about the bed being torture, it was nothing compared to what his own mind was subjecting him to currently.
‘Why does it have to be an elf, dammit?! I will be the lineage’s sha!’
anwhile, his brain seed to have an agenda of its own as it continued to force Vijudius to think about the elf, and for so reason, rather than her stunning visage, dreamy eyes, he kept thinking about her muscular arms.
‘Get out of my head, get out of my head- I need to get better and do sothing else, lying around is not helping at all!’ his focus needed to be put to work on anything that did not involve that elven woman, who was probably four tis as old as him anyway.
But did that even matter when she looked and acted like she was the sa age as him?
Whilst Vijudius was fighting himself on a spiritual level, the war outside raged on, the humans and elves had begun to rge together as ti went on, the latter providing powerful ranged support, whilst the forr acted as a shield, preventing any ramming tactics from reaching the elves.
Still, the pressure was not lessening on the other side, on the contrary, it was only growing stronger, the opposing commander was often launching special units to pierce through the ranks, seemingly having a lot of elite soldiers just waiting around for her orders.
The thick-skinned giant in particular was a problem, when flaring up with fighting spirit, that thing could even resist hail of elven arrows, although keeping up the pressure would eventually force that dirt-blood to retreat, doing so would instead open up the way for other dirt-bloods to cause damage as no arrows were present to pester them.
Certain areas of the plains were also seeing interventions by the champion hunters, the sky had turned into a fiery battlefield as dragons clashed with the foul mounts of the undeads, every so often, flas would rain down from above, striking allies and enemies alike.
The pride of dragons was not at a nurical disadvantage, and they stuck close to one another, preventing them from being easily isolated and picked out.
As per usual, the tides fluctuated, but ultimately, neither side was truly gaining any advantage anywhere, even the high numbers of the dirt-bloods would not last them forever, but the humans and elves were less nurous, and would tire eventually as well, even though they outmatched the dirt-bloods in strength and efficiency overall, it would an nothing if they weren’t able to defeat the enemy before fatigue fell upon them.
Whether or not they were capable of seizing victory was uncertain.
Two days after being brought back, Vijudius rose from the stone bed and stepped outside the tent.
“Already up?” and he sohow ran into Giliniel imdiately.
The human groaned in displeasure as he looked away.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“I am the one who brought you back, so I am the one who checks up on you, does that not make sense?”
“…What is the situation out here? And also, where is my halberd?” he asked.
“Sa as usual, and your halberd is probably wherever it fell down, I didn’t recover it, but it should be fine, you still have a sword”
Vijudius looked at her silently.
“The sword is my side arm, it is supposed to only be used in extre circumstances, my main thing is the halberd, it has more reach, it can stab like a spear, it can hack like an axe, it can slash… I can’t perform as well with just a sword”
“Sucks to be you then, because we have none of those things here, we elves use bows, and our swords are mostly decorations”
The two stared at one another quietly.
“…And my armour?”
“It was bent and beaten up, I doubt you’ll even fit in it- And we don’t have any smiths who can repair that”
“Great, that’s just… Great”
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