Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

As Arthur foresaw it, the three necromancers went to the opposite direction of the battle.

They were frantically running away per Gege's words. She described something that ignited Arthur's desire for them even more.

'You were right,' Gege said to the golden dragon, 'they had such strong skeletons with them.'

'Told you,' the golden dragon laughed in prideful tone, 'what is the shape of these skeletons then? Dragons?'

'Yeah,' Gege agreed, 'they are now riding on their backs and flying so fast away from the academy.'

"I'll need to catch the pace then," As Arthur didn't need to go inside the academy, he simply flew with his fastest speed around it.

He didn't care about any fighting going around. He trusted his five originals in that. And if they weren't enough, he simply could summon tens more!

Arthur started to move faster, and that put him literally in the heart of the enemy forces. He was surprised to realize the magnitude of the mage army the academy gathered.

"This army… it's at least five hundred thousand mages or more!!" he started to feel some regret in losing such fine soldiers in such a meaningless battle.

However he knew his enemies relied entirely on these necromancers. Losing their support meant they were now totally powerless against him.

"And if I manage to snatch these necromancers to my side, then things will fall into my grasp," he dreamt of that moment. Now he wouldn't only get his hands on three terrifying necromancers, but also a lot of fodder he could use to expand his empire.

Fodders weren't less important than elites. In fact, elites alone couldn't face such a great army without losses. For a leader like him, losing a single elite was more painful than losing an entire army of tens of thousands of normal mages.

After all, he could easily acquire weak mages from this world. However elites weren't born on trees nowadays.

"Where are they?" After ten minutes of frantic flying, Arthur still couldn't see a glimpse of his target.

All he could see was swarms of mages trying to stop his advance at all costs. However against his five originals, nothing could do anything to stop his advance.

'They aren't far,' Gege said, 'only a couple of miles ahead.'

"Good," Arthur narrowed his eyes and at this moment he could finally spot them. They looked like three tiny white dots flying in the sky up ahead. "They are flying at high altitude? Nice tactic!"

As he realized they weren't flying near the ground, it was aimless to continue fighting his path through the sea of mages on the ground.

"Follow me," he instantly shifted his attention and effort to fly higher. The originals around him simply followed. They flew as fast as him, and he even doubted they could fly faster if they wanted.

As he evaded the enemies below, he finally could fly unhindered or bothered by anything. His target was getting closer by each passing minute until he could finally see their physique clearly.

"They… are really weak!" he couldn't help his shock when he saw their emaciated pale skin and protruding bones from their bodies.

'Necromancers don't have time to waste on eating or exercising their bodies,' the golden dragon explained further, 'they spend most of their time running and hiding. Plus they seek any opportunity to train stronger forces under their command.'

"That makes things easier for me," Arthur was feeling more confident in convincing these necromancers to join him.

"Stop," as he was so close to them he didn't hesitate to shout, "I've an offer to make."

"Go to hell!" but the instant response from one of the necromancers startled Arthur. He evilly sneered before muttering:

"Gege… bring five more originals to block their path," he didn't hesitate to show more of his superior power in their faces.

After all, to gain the heart of a wolf, you need to be a lion yourself!

"Woosh!"

"Woosh!"

"Woosh!"

Arthur could, instead, keep chasing them down until he reached them. However he wanted to use the most radical way to stop them.

And as he desired, the moment the originals appeared, the three necromancers were forced to stop.

From their faces he could see clear panic and confusion. They didn't have a path out of here.

The three necromancers weren't, for his surprise, old! They looked young, in their mid twenties at most. However, even the skin over their faces looked pale and tired.

Their cheek bones appeared in a strange way alongside their foreheads. As for their eyes, they sank deeply inside their sockets, giving them a really scary appearance.

And they were such a scary race to begin with.

"Do you think you have us cornered?" one of them said in strong defiance, "we are necromancers! We won't fall without a fight!"

"Yeah!" The other two shouted in unison and Arthur couldn't help but watch with a big smile over his face.

"Who told you I'm here to kill you?" he simply said. But despite his words, the three necromancers moved and stuck their backs together.

They were ready to fight till the bitter end it seemed.

"Humph, as if we'll fall for this old trick," one of them said in mockery, "first give us an offer to drop our guards then you'll kill us from behind!"

These words left Arthur speechless for a few moments before he suddenly laughed. "Look around you, look closely and clearly… Do you think I need such underhanded tactics to kill you?" he pointed towards his army of ten originals before adding in vicious tone:

"If you don't like them, then I can summon more."

He kept his gaze fixed on their faces. The moment he said so he felt they didn't believe him. They thought he was bluffing or taking them for fools.

"Snap!"

However the next instant he snapped his fingers and the next moment ten portals opened and expanded massively. Ten originals passed through them and stationed themselves around the three necromancers.

"Satisfied now? Or do you want more?"