Chapter 11

He was back to full mana by the time the skeleton army appeared on the horizon.

The players waited with anticipation towards their first experience of a war in the game.

Max stood above the walls as he placed a couple of quivers by his side. They were no projections as he couldn't sustain that many arrows.

They were not enchanted either, just enchanting one arrow was a lot, that's why Isran wasn't against the players helping them.

Max wasn't expecting the players to be able to do much but if they could crush the skeletons while they are regenerating, that would be enough.

"Archers ready!" Isran shouted.

Including Max and Elenwen, all the archers nocked an arrow on their bows as they took aim.

Isran waited until the skeletons were in range as he shouted, "Fire!" A volley of arrows rained upon the approaching army.

The skeletons raised their shields high as they tried to block the arrows from reaching their head and they mostly succeeded. Then Isran commanded another volley before the melee combatants were sent out.

The enchanted weapons were in the hands of the close combat warriors as it was much more effective than simply enchanting arrows one by one.

The players trailed just behind the warriors as they attacked once a skeleton was downed and was about to regenerate.

And for the archers who weren't confident enough of their skills ceased fire for a moment as they were afraid of a friendly fire. But for Max who possessed the Clairvoyance skill, it was no problem as he shot arrows after arrows nonstop.

"Hell yeah! This is fun!"

"Did you try to 1v1 a skeleton bro? They will tear you apart. They are no mob enemies. Just one hit and my hp is down to 10%."

"Holy shit they are that strong?"

"Try for yourself."

Meanwhile the players were having a field day amidst the battle. Some tried to kill a skeleton by themselves but seeing what happened to the people who thought the same as themselves, they gave up on that thought as they focused on the ones who were regenerating.

On top of the walls, Max was covering for Leopold, Marcus, Eric and Sage as he kept the skeletons from attacking their rear.

The battle was going to their advantage as the skeletons were powerful but slow. And they were weak against the holy enchantment imbued in their blades.

In just half an hour, their numbers were down to half.

When Max was about to relax himself after seeing the situation, the neigh of a horse was heard throughout the battle field.

It gave every living creature in the area chills down to their bones as the battle ceased.

All eyes turned to a place, right behind the skeleton army. They had no commander as their summoner was probably far away from the place, but if they had one, it would stand in the place where a fully armed skeleton, easily three times of the others, with an ominous spear in hand was sitting on a black horse covered in flames on its hooves.

Empty eye sockets which had a chilling blue fire gazed upon the battlefield and then the huge figure disappeared from everyone's vision.

Isran, who was right in the middle of the battlefield was slow to realize the situation then he shouted loudly. "Fall back! Damnit! Fall back!"

A Tyrant had appeared within the battlefield. A legendary creature on the same level as a minotaur but this time, it wasn't a young creature, it was a full blown adult.

And it was reaping lives in the middle of the battlefield as shredded corpses of humans appeared wherever it passed. Its spear was dripping in blood from all the lives it reaped and nothing could stop it.

Anyone who tried to attack it in a bid to make a suicide attack, couldn't even lift their weapons when they were shredded to pieces.

With Isran's lead, a few of the surviving humans managed to reach the fort. Amidst them, Max saw his whole group still alive and well except for a few scratches.

The gates closed shut when the Tyrant got dangerously close and the ones who couldn't make it in time was killed in a gruesome manner.

After killing everyone who were left in the battlefield, the Tyrant looked towards the Fort with its chilling blue eyes and waited.

"Gods damnit why is a Tyrant here?" Isran shouted as he hit the wall with all his strength. No one spoke.

"Holy shit! Man that was badass! It is called Tyrant? I want one!"

"I lost quite a bit of EXP but damn am I complaining. It was definitely awesome."

Meanwhile the players were still players. They respawned in the middle of the Fort as they discussed what happened previously excitedly.

"What are we going to do now Isran?" An undead hunter asked.

"Damn if I know. It won't be able to approach for the time being as the holy aura of the fort will protect us but with that many undead waiting at our doorstep with a fucking Tyrant mixed in, it won't last much longer, two hours at most. We can't even send a messenger back as the bastard will definitely kill everything that gets out of the Fort. If only Darien was here damnit!" Isran replied angrily.

'Darien?' Then Max thought about the holy sword that now resided in his Phantasm and considered his options. 'I can't project it in reality that's suicide, I can pull the Tyrant in my Phantasm, that way I can use the sword but I won't be able use it like Darien as I don't have his mana reserves. If the sword shone like the sun in his hands, in my hands a candle would be the limit. I can still use it though but it will definitely break as the quality of my projects are trash and when I cancel the Phantasm, that would be my end. That's a no go. Is there nothing I can do?' Max thought while the people were still arguing but realized his powerlessness in the current situation.

'Haha even if you have the latest model super car, it is nothing if you can't drive.' Max gave out a self depreciating laugh and then noticed that Leopold was calm unlike everyone.

Max approached him as he asked hopefully, "Captain? Do you have a plan?"

Leopold didn't divert his eyes from the Tyrant as he replied, "No. Not right now at the least."

Max who was dejected upon hearing his answer was left confused after hearing the second part. "What does that mean? You will have a plan?"

"No. I 'had' a plan." Just as he said that, he lifted his head up to look at the sky.

A silver haired elven man who stood upon a gigantic bird was looking down at the Fort. Then he jumped, plummeting right in the middle of the people. "Fear not for I am here!" He yelled loudly.