Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Skeletons never stopped evolving, but Arthur noticed something. "They take long time to evolve one stage!"

That was apparent after watching for an entire day. He didn't think of going inside his garden world and leaving the battle. He wanted to assess and watch by his own eyes the skeletons and the actions of his new forces.

At first skeletons seemed to evolve fast. But with time, and after gaining their weapons, they started to show decline in their upgrading speed.

One factor for this was for the large number of the skeletons summoned by the necromancers. The sheer number of his white forces made it impossible for the evolved one to kill as much as they liked.

Despite being in the frontlines, the other skeletons came from behind to steal the meal. They all seemed hungry for death energy and tried to get it at any cost.

Seeing this made Arthur realize he was too optimistic about dreaming to see a white dragon in this battlefield. Even if the battle went on for days, his skeletons would only evolve a couple of levels at max.

He also suspected that there was some sort of requirement like a math rule. The higher the level of a skeleton, the more living creatures he had to kill.

"Should I let them enter my garden and kill the monsters inside?" Arthur thought about this for a moment before he ditched the idea totally.

It would be like shooting his own foot with his own sword!

'Ding! Don't be this dejected. They are doing just fine and only need time.'

"Time and battles," Arthur said.

'We never lacked good battles,' the golden dragon said.

"But we don't have enough time," Arthur started to think of another strategy to better use these necromancers.

Instead of gathering them together, he would prefer to separate them. Three necromancers together was a waste. Plus their skeletons fought against each other for prey.

Instead of doing so, he would prefer to unleash each on over a group of enemies. Like this he would save himself more time and also have more evolved skeletons.

As for guarding them, he was sure of his elite army and the armies formed by conquering these places to safeguard them.

The fight kept going for four continuous days before the mages started to take defense at the walls of the academy. The once grand army diminished to become only few tens in thousands in number.

Plus they had many injured mages as well.

"So they are trying to shell themselves inside the academy? Pathetic!" Arthur watched the thick layers of shields surrounding the academy and kept his skeletons forces outside.

"Go, help them enter the academy," Arthur turned to his originals before adding, "don't do anything further than opening a way for them."

"We'll execute your orders to the letter," the twenty originals bowed their heads before they moved in fast speed towards the academy.

Facing such weak level shields was nothing to them!

They didn't need more than ten minutes to crack the thick layers of shields open. The moment the shields went down, a white tsunami of ferocious skeletons swarmed the entire academy.

They killed anyone and anything standing in their way. Arthur watched this massacre with no emotions at all. His mind was still considering his next moves.

After crushing this academy he had to visit other places. This battle recruited mages from all clans and academies around here. But that didn't mean this was everything these forces had.

But thinking about the remaining forces made him feel greedy. After his victory here he would let a day for the news to travel fast before hitting those clans and academies.

He knew if he was in their shoes, he would only send the common mages and leave the elites behind. That meant those staying in these forces were the crop of the cream, forces he was so eager to have.

Elite forces of such a low level realm wouldn't do much against high realmers. However against other low realmers they would be beasts.

The last curtain of the fight fell by the killing of the last living person inside the academy. Some tried to escape, many actually. However Arthur's skeletons hunted them down to the last man.

"Good job," Arthur said while entering the academy. What he was surprised to see was that the buildings remained intact despite all this fight.

He thought the skeletons would be brainless, acting like savages. However as he saw the academy standing erect without a scratch, he couldn't help but admire them even more.

"What's the next target?" the crow seemed a bit annoyed, "I didn't have my full share of the fight in this battle!"

"Hahaha," Arthur laughed, "don't worry, we'll have one day rest before commencing our attack on the other forces. Gather up, we'll discuss our future plans for this world."

As he reached the main and biggest building in the entire academy, he walked on the dead bodies and rivers of blood to the inside.

A flag of the fallen academy was still erected. Arthur simply took his sword out and cut the pole holding the flag. He watched it fell on the bloody ground before saying:

"We'll do this to anyone opposing us in this world," he turned to his leaders, with the necromancers among them, "we'll become terror to anyone defying us. Death to those standing against our reign. For those who know their places well enough and have some brains, we'll warmly welcome them amidst us."

He then took out his drawn maps and started to distribute the next assignments. Per his promise, he assigned the forces among the three necromancers while making each take one side.

But as he finished, he noticed the doubt over the faces of everyone. The side of his old forces seemed a bit surprised by such an arrangement. They didn't see themselves as guardians of a bunch of skeletons.

They saw how these skeletons behaved. They were strong and useful without doubt. However they were gross at the same time. Fighting alongside skeletons led to lower morale of the entire army.

And that was the thing Arthur missed in his entire plan!