Cavern Moles (IV): Fight!

It was a complete and total massacre, the moment the zombie moles Rezar had raised and Screet had infected fell into the midst of their former comrades they went wild. They were discriminately using their skills and all Rezar could do was sit back and watch as they reaped lives. At first none of the moles were able to react, because with their lack of intelligence, it wasn't so easy for them to tell that the moles had been changed into something else entirely.

Their claws ripped most of the smaller moles in half before the others could realize that their own comrades were tearing them apart. Rezar was assaulted by a plethora of messages about his resurrected moles slaying and gaining battle exp and some normal exp too much to his surprise. Both way Rezar and Screet watched as the first mole that had a hole in its head and a mostly rotted neck barreled through groups of cavern moles.

It made it as far as the middle of the cave, biting and chewing and ripping apart, before two other moles just as big as it was joined the fray. The first pounced on it, biting at its already rotted neck, however the mole pulled back, spitting out rotted flesh, obviously that didn't taste as good as it expected. The resurrected mole retaliated by gouging a rather nasty cut across it stomach, blood spilled as the mole screeched out in pain and retaliated by slicing its claws across the zombified face of the zombie mole.

Pieces of flesh and bone flew into the air, as the left eye of the zombie mole was left hanging out of its skull while its brain was exposed to the world. But the undead felt no pain so it barely showed any reaction apart from reeling from the pain. The other mole took the opportunity to deliver a mightily blow on the back of the resurrected mole, there was a loud crack as its back was broken, but once again that zombie vitality showed itself.

The zombie mole rapidly turned its body, displaying an agility Rezar did not think a zombie was capable of; after all if he had to be honest after resurrection all creatures suffer a massive degeneration of speed, not to mention any and all signs of intelligence would be gone. Rezar felt that zombie's lack of speed and intelligence were the same thing, but this speed loss only attributed to movement. When they're fighting on the other hand, sometimes their speed would reach what it was like when they were once alive.

The zombie mole's claws glinted with a dull grey as it began to rapidly swipe it over and over on the body of the second mole. Rezar opened his eyes wide from shock as strips of flesh, organs and bones were flying every which way, and the zombie mole didn't stop until all that was left behind was an in ordinate pile of ripped flesh, shredded organs and broken bones. He couldn't help but swallowing at that, because he really couldn't imagine where he would be now if the mole had decided to use that skill during their fight.

The other mole that had been previously injured was not willing to die alone as it jumped onto the back of the resurrected mole. It dug its claws deep into its sides, screeching in rage or the mole equivalent of it. And then it pulled its head back and latched tightly onto the moles neck, its jaws easily digging into festering skin. And this time it refused to let go, completely determined to bite through the resurrected mole for all it was worth.

Rezar had noticed about the moles, and that was the fact that they had good instincts, so he was not surprised how two seconds later the head of his resurrected mole rolled onto the ground and he received a system message that his resurrected mole had died. The mole responsible for the deed collapsed immediately, its mouth covered with yellowed rotten flesh and foam as it frothed from the mouth obviously poisoned from tasting the rotted flesh.

Rezar shifted his gaze towards Screet's infected mole, the mole was not as vibrant or active in a fight as the other mole Rezar had resurrected, but it was still deadly enough as there was an inordinate pile of dead smaller moles around it. Though Rezar was a bit upset, it looks like the infection that zombified the mole could only be gained from Screet, those infected by him would be unable to infect other living being, basically the infection had to come from the carrier of the source itself, so there wasn't going to be any legendary zombie outbreak like those old movies. Not unless Rezar had enough zombies raised and evolved on his side.

Either way, Screet's zombie was doing well, but unfortunately that came to an end. There were just too many moles within this cave, and, there would be three more to take its place. Rezar and Screet watched with focused gaze as the mole was eventually overwhelmed and brought to the ground as one tiny mouth became two, and then three, six, twelve until it was literally stripped of its flesh leaving nothing but bone behind.

Rezar gulped, it was quite nice that he was able to raise those two moles, or rather he raised one and Screet was responsible for the other one. It netted him a lot of battle exp, so much so that he had lost count, however none of that would matter if he's unable to get out of here alive. And quite frankly without those massive moles, the three dead smaller moles still stuck in the cave with them would be unable to put a dent in the massive horde and from the look of things they were rearing to come rip him apart.

There were no more elite moles in sight, Rezar reckoned that the elite mole were from level 15 to 20, however if he raised them, they still retained their elite factor, only that their levels would drop along with whatever bonus they had gotten from those levels. But the crux of the matter was the fact that there weren't much of those elite moles, outing the four that just died, Rezar counted six other caves just like the one he was currently in, with three now being vacant, coinciding with the dead elite moles.

There were three elite moles left, but none of them were willing to leave their caves, and Rezar's [rot] spell didn't have enough range to attack the other moles in their caves. However they were all willing to sit back and let the little ones go after him, and Rezar knew that should they overwhelm him, then its game over, but there was no other option than a prolonged battle of attrition. He had 9 more of those earthworms in his tiny sack, which is to say simply he could afford to be near death 9 more times before his luck would run out.

Either way he would have to use every tool in his arsenal, besides this would be a very good way to practice how to rapidly raise things from the dead.

These moles weren't as high level as the other elite moles that had taken three tries for Rezar to resurrect, so he was sure that he only needs a single try to bring them into this fight. He had 19 points of magic, basically a tier one magic stat, and every resurrection needed two points while rot used a single point. Magic regeneration was a point every 90 seconds, if he goes all out in the beginning and avoids using [ROT] he would be able to raise a significant of these moles to help with the fight.

Not to mention he also had Screet by his side, to truly survive he had to be conscious of the usage of his magic.

But more than that he had to fight harpoon and broken sword in all, he had to push himself to the limits. Physically and mentally, but it was all good.

Normally the thought about the consequences of failure would paralyze most people, but Rezar wasn't most people; fear did not exist for him. And it was in that moment the first mole climbed over the edge of the caves entrance, Rezar didn't hesitate, his harpoon flashed forwards.