Eldritch Creature's Guide

Yvraine then started running away from them as Orks immediately gave the pursuit without a second thought. She even cast a few 1st Level Spells and threw them at the Orks just to rile them up, but her hidden aim was to kill goblins.

As the fireballs fell onto the Orks, they behaved just exactly like Yvraine predicted, as the biggest Ork Warrior, who was faced with two 1st Level Fireballs, lifted up several goblins and used them as meat shields.

Instantly they were turned to ash as other Orks repeated the action after the biggest one did it.

Yvraine smirked as she led them to the place where Samiel had already prepared a trap for them in the form of curses and death. She disposed of goblins because they were a pain in the ass to deal with, and she didn't want to risk the situation where some of them would sneak out to call more greenskins for help or something similar.

And she also knew that the primary role of goblins among the Orks and stronger greenskins was meat shield, like how they did it right now.

She then spammed some more spells to kill or injure some of them, as slowly, during the entire time pursuing, all goblins were dead, and she even managed to kill five weaker and unlucky Iron-Tier Orks.

***

'I would be arriving within three minutes.'

Samiel heard Yvraine's voice in his head through the telepathic connection she established with a spell. Yvraine was not a spell caster, but her spell casting techniques and method were even more refined than his, despite her being a Blade Master.

Even though he knew that she had some Class leaning more towards the close combat, all Silvermoon Elves had an unnatural affinity for the Arcane and were natural-born Sorcerers due to their Bloodline of the Silvermoon.

Not even the High Elves were that much attuned to Mana and Magic.

There were three main paths for the Magic Users, and all magic users always fell under one of these categories. Though usually, the titles were only used for people who actively pursued and used magic, not for those for whom it was a supportive tool.

Sorcerers drew their power from their Bloodline, natural talent, gift, or similar source. It was an Inherent Magic, and Sorcerers usually grew in power the older their lineage was and the older the Sorcerer himself was.

For that, many families with long and deep heritage were able to produce extremely powerful Sorcerers, as they had the magic in their blood. Like any ancient breeder, even these families or species carefully arranged their marriages to create even stronger progeny with a more potent Bloodline.

Then there were Warlocks. These pursuers of magic obtained their power from Trasncednettal Powerhouse or Entity through some form of bargain. Usually, their power came with an even greater price, depending on whom they derived their power from.

Some could derive their power from Daemons or Devils, at the price of their own very souls, some from Gods or other Transcendentals for the price of eternal servitude. While some obtained the power from mysterious entities dwelling in the Void or Outer Gods, Samiel could affirm that that was the worst choice one could make in his lie.

Samiel knew that if someone was specifically chosen by the Outer God as Apostle or something like that, then you would be scammed and usually die in very gruesome death, as Outer God was just playing with you.

And lastly, there were Wizards, scholars with an aptitude for mana, capable of manipulating the structures of reality through their understanding of the world and magic itself. This path was one of filled with thorns, filled with years upon years of magical studies and research to grasp the magic and its usage.

Wizards are supreme magic users, defined and united as a class by the spells they cast. Drawing on the subtle weave of magic that permeates the cosmos, wizards cast spells of explosive fire, arcing lightning, subtle deception, and brute-force mind control.

And there was one-fourth path, termed as an Arcanist. It was a combination of the former three paths. For example, Yvraine could count as Arcanist, as she was both Sorcerer through her Bloodline and Witch through her own understanding of magic.

The same could be said about Samiel, who was a combination of all three. Sorcerer from his Eldritch Race, Wizard from his own understanding of Necromancy, and Warlock from his Class and also, having a direct pact with his Patron God Azathoth, from whom he could draw power if he wanted.

Arcanists were very rare across the Cosmos, as it was a rare combination to see someone who was a combination of at least three Magic Paths, not all three of them. Usually, Sorcerers would never study magic as Wizards do, as it was not worth it for them, while Warlocks couldn't use Inherent Magic like Sorcerers, or like Wizards would never dabble into Warlock business.

Additionally, the Spells were divided into several Levels. Iron-Tier could cast 1st Level Spells, Steel-Tier could cast 2nd to 3rd Level Spells, Bronze-Tier could cast 4th to 5th Level Spells, Silver-Tier could cast 6th to 7th Level Spells, Gold-Tier could cast 8th Level Spells.

Legendaries could cast 9th Level Spells, and peak Legendaries could cast the frightening Forbidden Spells the 10th Level Spells.

The power of each level was dramatically increased, from the 1st Level Spells, which could destroy walls maximally, to the Forbidden Spells of the 10th Level, which could wipe out entire planets like Earth with ease.

Soon enough, Samiel could see Yvrraine arrived, and behind her were more than 100 Orks, but 150 Orks, as many Orks they encountered, joined the mini horde that was creating and started pursuing Yvraine as well.

He could see that Orks were pissed off, he didn't know what she did to them, but they were enraged, as they were pursuing Yvraine with great ferocity.

Samiel didn't say anything but just readied his Cursed Zone as he waited for the Orks to enter the Cursed Zone completely so he could activate it. He was proficient in this kind of this; it wasn't the first time he was luring unaware enemies into being slaughtered one by one.

Soon as the last greenskin passed through the outer perimeter of the Cursed Zone, Samiel activated the Cursed Zone as the wave of the negative energy burst out and leached on all Okrs that entered the Cursed Zone.

Because all of these Orks were relatively weak to fight the curses because they were under the Bronze-Tier and lacked any Shaman with them, they couldn't disperse the curses that were latching on them.

The most common ones were Curse of Weakness, Curse of Slowness, and Curse of Bleeding, as suddenly Undead Ork Warriors and Skeletons burst out from the hiding spots and started ferociously attacking the weakened Orks.

Even the peak Steel-Tier Ork Warrior who acted as the leader of the group, found himself weekend and in danger as Yvraine hacked at him with her twin Jade Blades, as she danced around the engaged Ork Warrior, cutting him all around his body.

Suddenly one of her Jade Blades pierced through his neck as she dodged his axe slash and used the opening created to counter-attack. Blood spurted from the neck of the killed Ork as his body lifelessly collapsed onto the ground.

First kill, the first blood was drawn.

After the Ork "Miniboss" was killed, Samiel instantly resurrected him as an Undead, obtaining his first Steel-Tier Undead Ork Warrior, as other Orks found themselves without leadership and their lines started to falter.

Like simple species they were, all Orks had a simple but straightforward rule. The stronger one would lead them. Because Yvraine killed the strongest Ork in this mini horde.

Immediately after their self-proclaimed temporary leader was killed, other peak Steel-Tier Ork Warriors all wanted to take up the leadership, as they refused to listen to each other, causing their unity to crumble.

Samiel kept spawning Ice Spears through his Ability [Winter Ruler] as he kept resurrecting every Undead that the Orks managed to kill. Even though he was using an enormous amount of mana each second, he didn't feel a bit tired, as his regeneration was staggeringly higher.

Thanks to that, the number of his Undead was constantly increasing instead of decreasing. This was an ideal battlefield for a Necromancer, as he could instantly replenish the Undeads he lost.

Yvraine was also killing one Ork after another, as she was jumping from enemy to enemy, looking like a dancer with her twin blades spinning and slitting the throats of the Ork Warriors.

[Your proficiency with the skill Undead Creation has been increased by 4%]

[Your proficiency with the skill Black Magic has been increased by 2%]

[Your proficiency with the skill Necromancy Arts has been increased by 3%]

[Your proficiency with the Ultimate Ability Winter Ruler has been increased by 6%]

Samiel saw the notification from the Akashic Records as the proficiency in his Abilities and Magic was steadily increasing before he dispersed them all to focus on the combat.

He continued to spawn Ice Weaponry and shoot it at the weak points of the Ork Warriors he saw. At the same time, he was casting Create Lesser Undead Spell on the deceased Orks killed by his Undead.

He was standing on a high cliff, so he was basically safe from the possible attacks from Orks down there and acted as a support.

Soon enough, he would need to strengthen the quality of his Undead Army, which meant three things. Evolution of the Undead, then arming them with better weapons and armor and increasing their Tier and Level.

Suddenly, as he was about to cast another Ice Spear to kill one of the Steel-Tier Orks, he felt an immense danger as he dodged to the side, barely missing the huge axe of an enormous Ork that appeared behind him.

"Fuck my E-rank luck!"

Samiel cursed as he looked at the Ork before him. The Ork was vastly different from the others whom he killed. This one was bigger, more fierce, and stinkier... that last was made up, but probably if he smelled him, it would be the truth.

This Ork was around 4 meters tall with bulging muscles and deep green skin color. Contrary to other Orks, he had armor and weapon in a much better state than others, whose weapons were rusty and armors half-destroyed.

The most notable feature about him was his huge teeth, like a sabertooth cat or any cat-type magical beast.

Samiel knew his enemy; it was an Ork Champion. He cursed his luck as the Bronze-Tier Ork Champion somehow found his way to the Darkwood Forest, and probably the disturbance of the battle down there lured him here.

He didn't really understand how it got here because this area should be devoid of Bronze-Tier greenskins, but alas, fate had other plans for him, as the Ork Champion roared, issuing the challenge towards his opponent.

"Let's dance."

He said as he conjured two Ice Swords in his hands and got into the battle stance that Yvraine taught him during the short time she managed.

This would be the first time he would be fighting someone that strong, and he was filled with excitement for such a fight. He had a grin over his face as his eyes scanned the Ork Champion for any slightest changes and waited for him to make the first move.

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