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Reborn as a Banished Noble

In the imperial capital, the once-noble house of Igor falls into disgrace when Lord Vincent Igor is convicted of leading a failed rebellion against the crown. His only son, Elliot Igor, is stripped of title, lands, and wealth, and sentenced to exile in the perilous wastelands of the south. a barren wasteland teeming with bandits from the Federation, demons, and displaced humans. Elliot who was suffering of prolonged illness just a few days after leaving the capital, was reborn with a soul of another person from earth 'Oliver' due to a spell gone wrong, in summoning outer god. Oliver who was now thrust in to this dangerous world had to do everything to reclaim his honor and avenge Igor family's downfall, discovers ancient texts about necromancy among his hidden possessions during his journey to exile. With nothing left to lose, He delves deep into the forbidden arts, seeking the power to raise and command the dead with the blessings of the Death God. Under the pale moonlight, he successfully revives his loyal Knight and guards who perished at the hands of a zombie horde, creating a undead army bound to his will. As Oliver now Elliot masters his newfound abilities, news of his dark powers spreads across the land, reaching the ears of the crown and rival exiles alike. A complex game of power ensues, as various factions either seek to harness or destroy Elliot’s necromantic forces. #Zombie #Kingdombuilding #LORD # MedievalFantasy

Rqmk · Fantasy
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117 Chs

Ending the Facade!

As the bandit burst through the main hall door, his warning cry of "Something bad is happening!" seemed almost redundant. The battle raging in the square was nearly over: legions of skeleton soldiers, packed as tightly as ants in a colony and seemingly indestructible, had all but seized control of the area, driving the desperate bandits uphill.

In Moon God Village, the tide was turning under the guidance of the bandits' small cadre of leaders. They crouched behind the railings on the corridor outside their cave, using it as a makeshift barricade. Armed with crossbows, bows, and arrows, and pelting the advancing skeletons with stones, they managed a fierce, if frantic, defense.

The village itself was a marvel of defensive architecture. Even if the outer walls fell to an enemy, the mountainous slope carved into the hill served as a formidable secondary barrier, supporting the bandits in their desperate final stand.