The Ruined Death Knight

"Ghh...! My legs...!" Alon tried to put pressure with this hands in hopes to reduce this blood loss, but the only thing he achieved by doing that was yet even more pain gain.

"Damnit...! I need to go...back to Lancia...!"

But as Alon started slowly crawling away. Noises of metal stepping to the ground could be heard from inside the forest.

Hearing the noise behind him, Alon turned even paler than he was already with the blood loss. Slowly turning this head around, what he saw made this fear turn into despair.

"I-Impossible...! How? N-No! Why do have that on!?" Picking this sword from the ground he started growling until he hit the only tree that was in this plane field of flowers.

"Found you..."

A draugr slowly emerged from the forest, it wears the same armor as the comrades on the guard post were wearing. The only difference that the armor that the draugr was wearing had blood splashed all around the armor.

Seeing that very sight that was playing in front of him. Different kinds of emotions went through Alon's head.

Fear.

Anger.

Despair.

Seeing an undead coming to claim your life while both your legs were severed but Alon naturally thought fear of death.

This anger came from this undead killing these comrades and stealing their armor very armor so that it can wear it itself. Not long before he and these comrades were just fooling around and playing some card games out of boredom.

"How did it come to this...!" With shaking hands, he pointed this sword towards the approaching undead. Just keeping the sword in the air relied on all of this remaining strength that was left in him.

And at last, despair, knowing the fact that he is going to die before he even sees this child be born and letting this wife all alone.

He despairingly tried to think of a way to get away from this situation but to no avail. Thus, causing him to despair.

"G-Go away! I can´t die yet!"

After finally, the Draugr neared him. He focused all this strength that he had left in him to deliver a strike into the undead in front of him

But unfortunately for him, the draugr casually blocked this.

"Weak..."Putting a little more strength, the Draugr threw Alons sword away from this hand though this strength differents.

Next, the Draugr raised this staff and hit this palm to the tree. Thus completely immobilizing Alon.

"Agh...! Put that damn staff away...!?"

While ignoring the curses that Alon was saying.

The draugr place the tip of this run sword to where this heart was.

With a cold voice, the Draugr opened this mouth and asked.

"Why do you struggle...for what?

Hearing the voice of the undead in front of him, Alon froze like a statue.

After few seconds of awkward silence. Alon was enraged by this question.

But also puzzled.

`What kind of question is that? Isn´t it obvious that he doesn´t want to die by now?´

`Why would an undead which hates every living being ask such a question...?´

Even after thinking for a few moments, Alon couldn´t comprehend the reason why he was being asked such a question.

Was he being mocked?

Pitied?

Looked down before?

`Although those cases might be the reason behind this question. This Undead tone sounds like he is seriously asking...´

Gritting these teeth, Alon answered truthfully towards the undead in front of him.

"Heh, Why you ask...it´s for my family!"

Hearing that, the ethereal green flames of the Draugr eye trembled for just an instant.

"I see...." The draugr slightly raised this sword and said with the same cold voice.

"Unfortunately..."

The blade pierced through the heart of Alon and the tree that he was behind at.

"For you..." Pierced by the run blade, the runes lighten up with a crimson color.

"Kwah.." With this heart now pierced, Alon started puking blood out of this throat. And slowly but surely, this consciousness started to faint away.

Seeing the hands full of blood and the blade through this heart, he knew that he was done for.

While being on death's door.

Alon remembers the conversations that he had with Lacia this morning.

"Hey Dear, what would be a good name to name our child?" Lacia said.

"Well...I would be fine with whatever name you give our child, but if you ask me..."

"How about Alicia if it is a girl and Alex if it is a boy...?"

Ah...I shouldn´t have told her.

And with this.

The man once known as Alon Agnet.

Has died.

***

Staring at the now dead body of the young soldier.

Drawing the sword out of this body made me think of the young soldier's answer.

"For this family huh..." Although I didn´t know the reason why put I somehow felt pitter inside of me.

But with the feeling quickly going away, my focus went towards the Veren sword.

"Magic is sure impressive...To be able to restore the sword's durability just for around 30 mana and some blood." Though the Veren runes that the sword had, allowed me to drain the blood of someone else and with some use of my own mana to restore all the damage that the Veren sword has received.

"Wait, can I even call that magic? It's more like the runes job, rather than some kind of spell. Nevertheless, having such a sword in my possession is truly a blessing to have. I wonder what other effects items can have.

Maybe I might be able to have a full set of armor with the Veren runes carved on them!"

Just thinking about a whole set of Veren armor got me excited.

`Not only because the Veren runes are generally convenient to have, but getting my hands of such armor will finally allow me to escape the fate of undressing corpses!´

"Maybe they might be scrolls similar to the curse of vigor but with runes instead! Now that I think about it, it was indeed a good choice to get out from this goblin-infested cave."

After finally having some decent equipped on me, it made me realize the importance of them. If I were to stay in that cave I would probably not find items such as the Veren sword or spell scrolls.

`Heck, I would even risk of becoming crazy down or losing my mind down there!´

While I was thinking about what my next move will be.

The sun just raised and blinded me for a second.

"Tch... Although the outside is sure beautiful. There are still things that I need to get used it seems..."

Cleaning my armor from the blood through the help of the Veren runes.

I checked my surroundings in case I left something. I put my hand inside my armor to where my ribs were and pulled a map that I had stolen from the soldiers from before.

If you are wondering how I kept the map inside my ribs, the answer would be easy.

Similar to how I made the cloth armor back in the cave. I simply tied some cloth between my ribs and with some skillful handwork, I managed to make a hanging cloth bag inside my ribs!

If I were to say so myself...

Ingenious!

"Let`s see... I am currently right here so..." While I was scratching my skull in hopes to make some sense of this map.

All my bones suddenly twitched through a sense of danger that came behind me.

Without wasting any time, I quickly rolled to the side.

The moment I rolled aside.

A huge flame passed through the locations where I was and hit the trees in the forest.

*Bwaaaah!

"What the..." As I was flabbergasted to what just happened.

An enraged voice came out of the woods.

"Bastard!"

Seeing the man that came outside of the forest.

I couldn't help but put a vicious grin on my face.

"Look who is here...Rapha the arsonist!"

As the remaining flame from before was slowly starting to engulf the nearby trees.

I once again.

Met the one who brought me to defeat for the first time.

"Sooner than I actually planned but..." Pointing the Veren sword towards Rapha.

"This time!" Dark green ethereal mana started to rise through my body.

"You shall fall!"