Star Forge Titan

"Okay, I understand." Afrediya nodded and signaled the hotel hostess and the female relatives of other guests to go to the second floor with her to hide.

"Okay, the rest of you are men, so I won't waste any more words." Alvin jumped onto a table. His tall figure, which was already more than two meters tall after the secret transformation, attracted everyone's attention.

Of course, his height wasn't that exaggerated. Within Elrond, most demons who absorbed the characteristics of other creatures through magical transformation became enormous, especially those specialized in combat, who could easily reach heights exceeding two or three meters.

Therefore, various public buildings in Elrond are often rough in style and two or three times larger than those in other countries, revealing a simple and direct local aesthetic.

Apart from his height, what really makes people unable to look away is the temperament that Alvin exudes at this moment.

Although he was surrounded by hundreds of undead, he did not show any nervousness or worry. He looked calm and composed, and there was even a glint of eagerness in his eyes.

"With the small bodies of those zombies outside, they can't even scratch the wall with their nails." Alvin shrugged and used this sentence as an opening remark, which caused a burst of laughter from the people around him.

"The only things we need to pay attention to are the windows and doors. Hundreds of zombies mean wooden planks are nothing to them. Also, everyone should be able to see that this situation is definitely not normal. I suspect there's probably a crazy necromancer wandering around outside."

Hearing this, the expressions of the other Elrond people also became serious.

If they were just wild monsters, they would have been accustomed to them long ago, especially those who lived in the countryside far away from the city, where they would encounter monsters every few days.

Not to mention the rare cases of encountering powerful monsters, if it is a weaker type, as long as there are several lower-level demons who have been transformed by spells to lead the way, they don’t even need to be combat-specialized. The farmers of Elrond dare to rush up with hoes, and they can most likely drive away or even kill the opponent with a beating.

But if there is a mage or an extraordinary professional standing behind those monsters, it means a completely different development.

You have to know that most of the strange monsters have no brains. Even if there are hundreds of zombies outside, if nothing unexpected happens, they will just grind their nails on the surface of the solid brick and stone wall all night, and then be killed by the sun full of positive energy or hide in a dark place.

But if a necromancer were to direct them remotely, they could be as cunning as an army launching a siege.

"That postman uncle over there." Alvin raised his hand and pointed at the middle-aged postman on the left who had a pair of rabbit ears on his head.

"Sir, are you talking about me?" asked the middle-aged postman with prominent front teeth in surprise.

Obviously, he also regarded Alvin as a high-level demon who had undergone high-level mystical transformation.

"Just call me Alvin. How's your hearing?" The black-haired boy, oh no, now it's the blond boy, waved his hand and asked quickly.

"Sir, I'm not bragging, but I can hear anyone fart within a ten-mile radius." The bucktoothed postman's vulgar words caused another burst of laughter from the crowd.

Hearing the laughter of others, the postman in coarse travel clothes continued proudly:

"In the wild, I rely on this skill to spot monsters in advance so I can escape safely."

"That's fine. Please go to the cellar and listen to the noise outside. If anything goes wrong, notify everyone immediately." Alvin nodded and signaled the innkeeper to open the cellar entrance.

The reason for doing this was mainly because they were worried that the other party would drive the undead to dig tunnels. In the subsequent Battle of Skeleton Frenzy, such insidious tricks had already been used by the group of necromancers.

"No problem, Bob Givens is at your service." The bucktoothed postman gave an awkward salute and said excitedly.

"Old Bob, you can eat whatever you want in there, but if it delays everyone's business, hmm." The innkeeper widened his eyes and shook the long-handled battle axe in his hand.

Obviously, he was very familiar with the postman who often ran this route, so he called him by his name.

"Oh, old Walter, you are really generous this time. Don't feel bad about it afterwards." The bucktoothed postman smiled and went into the cellar. Soon, the crisp sound of chewing radishes could be heard from inside.

"Hmph, he's smart for not going to get the wine." The innkeeper known as Old Walter snorted.

"Everyone else, we are reinforcing the windows and the door. Boss, do you have any nails and wooden boards?" Alvin asked while directing others to approach the window carefully.

This kind of hotel, which is located on a road some distance away from the city, usually has its own parts and tools for repairing things, so the owner took out a lot of materials that could be used to strengthen the defense.

After ordering some to be sent to the second floor, Alvin led everyone to reinforce the windows and doors again. They even removed the legs of the wooden table and lifted it up to use it as a large wooden board and nailed it to the wall.

The innkeeper showed a distressed expression, but considering that this was for the sake of survival, he swallowed back all the sad tears and only thought about finding an opportunity to teach the possible mad wizard a lesson with an axe later.

While everyone was reinforcing the doors and windows, Alvin was not idle either. He asked the inn owner to borrow a shovel, weighed it, and then poked the shovel into the ground paved with long stone strips, shocking the inn owner so much that his eyes almost popped out.

If I remember correctly, he had deliberately chosen thick and solid stones to pave the floor when renovating the house, but the young man in front of him easily chiseled out a gap like digging mud.

Ignoring the surprised looks of others, Alvin dug a long and narrow ditch connecting the two walls near the window and the door.

He did not use the power of [Reshape the World] to directly change the terrain. On the one hand, it was to save magic power, and on the other hand, it was to hide his trump card. Who knows if the necromancer has a way to spy on the situation inside the hotel.

Previously, when facing Khayon and Lucius, Ivan had not used this core talent. He wondered if the attacker this time would be another one of his old acquaintances.

"Bring two barrels of oil." Alvin nodded to the innkeeper.

The boss quickly understood what he meant, turned around and walked down the stairs to the cellar, and soon came up carrying a bucket of kerosene.

This substance, separated from black crude oil, was invented by the alchemist Linde in 1835. He also invented the kerosene lamp that uses kerosene for lighting, and became a wealthy man even among alchemists.

Because of its superior brightness compared to candles and its low price, this lighting system quickly became popular across the continent, greatly increasing the length of human nightlife.

Ivan took the kerosene and poured one bucket into the ditch, where the pungent kerosene quickly formed a circle. He hung the other bucket directly above the blocked gate.

"Oh, good idea." Seeing his actions, the others thought for a moment and understood the deep meaning.

In addition to their positive energy, the undead also have an instinctive fear of flames that emit high temperature and light. Although it is a bit funny to use the word "instinct" to describe those walking corpses, they will indeed stay away from flames.

Just as everyone was on high alert, there was a sudden burst of rapid knocking sounds outside the door.

The tightly blocked door panel clattered, and at the same time, a nervous and frightened voice was heard outside.

"Help! Help! There are monsters outside, let me in! Please be kind! I beg you!" Outside the door was a young girl's pleasant yet terrified cry.

Someone subconsciously wanted to move the debris blocking the door, but Alvin stopped him.

He walked to the blocked door and asked:

"Are there a lot of monsters out there?"

"There are so many! I can't even count how many there are! Please open the door quickly! Help!!!" The girl screamed while crying.

Hearing this, many people in the hotel showed expressions of pity, but Alvin was not moved at all.

"How many people are outside the door? Is there anyone else besides you?" The boy had a strange expression on his face, and he seemed to want to laugh.

"I'm alone, hurry up, they are coming! Help! Save me! Are you willing to watch a young girl being bitten to death by monsters? For the sake of the great god Odin, gentlemen, please have mercy!" The girl begged in great panic.

"Oh, since you're alone." Ivan sneered as he stood behind the door with his arms folded.

"Then how did they get through the countless zombies?"

In an instant, the miserable and pitiful pleading outside the door turned into dead silence.

"Ah!!!" Instead, there was the sharp and piercing roar of the zombies.

What was even more terrifying was that the voice was exactly the same as the young girl's voice before.

There were continuous heavy banging sounds coming from outside the door, even the door frame embedded in the wall was shaking, dust fell from the roof, and the suppressed crying of children could be faintly heard from the second floor.

In addition, there was a rustling sound like a blade scratching against a stone slab coming into the hotel. It was the zombies scratching the brick and stone walls with their nails.

After a few hits, several cracks appeared on the door panel. Through these cracks, countless red bright spots could be seen outside, like stars in the night sky. Those were the eyes of the zombies, flashing due to the negative energy in their bodies.

At this moment, everyone clenched their weapons, cold sweat oozed from their foreheads, and the timid ones even stood on their legs, but no Elrond man chose to run to the safer second floor.

"Do you have any other weapons?" Alvin walked to the innkeeper calmly.

"Well, there's also a sword," the innkeeper said hesitantly.

"Give me the sword."

He took the sword from the shop owner's waist. This was the most common Elrond Northern style longsword, with a guard hammered directly from metal and a straight blade, making the sword look like an enlarged "cross".

However, the length and width of this sword are larger than the Linde-style longsword with a similar structure. After all, Elrond's commonly used weapons also have to take into account the size of the demons after undergoing the spell ritual.

Ivan held the sword upright before him. The blade was gleaming, its edges uncut, evidently well-maintained. He ran his fingers over the edge, the sharp blade failing to pierce the skin strengthened by Elrond's rituals, leaving not even a scratch.

This made the hotel owner who was watching nearby feel his eyelids twitch but also feel relieved.

"Don't worry, I'll pay you back later."

As he spoke, Alvin raised his hand and stabbed the door with a sword without any warning.

Even though his current system list did not display any sword skills, the instincts developed by veteran players after thousands of battles still made this sword like thunder falling from the sky, reflecting a swift and fierce cold light in the air!

The various debris piled in front of the door did not cause any hindrance to Alvin at all. The sword, as smooth as new, went in and out along the crack in the door panel. A stream of dark brown blood appeared on the sword, and the impact outside also weakened for a while.

The zombie whose spine was stabbed turned back into a corpse, and the necromancy spell remained at the seventh vertebra, which is the junction of the cervical curve and the first thoracic vertebra. The magic node that serves as the core of negative energy driving was directly destroyed.

"The door is only this big. No more than five zombies can touch the door directly." Alvin shook the sword in a steady and orderly manner, and the dirty blood left a straight mark on the ground.

Then, he was like a ruthless killing machine, no, it should be said that he was more like a ruthless scoring machine. He just stood in front of the gate and kept drawing the sword, sheathing the sword, drawing the sword again, and sheathing the sword again!

The dirty blood of the zombies flowed into the hall through the crack in the door, and continued to form a pool of blood at Ivan's feet, which continued to expand.

A stream of blood splashed on his face. The young man silently wiped away the blood with his thumb and sneered.

"Come, let me see how many zombies you have!"

Chapter 27: The Fulfillment of the Oath

Thirty, forty, fifty...one hundred!

The zombies outside kept falling down, and their bodies gradually piled up like a mountain outside the gate.

Seeing the tall young man continuously killing the monsters outside the door, the dirty blood gathered into a large pool of blood at his feet. The morale of the other people in the hotel was greatly boosted, and they all stared at other windows to prevent monsters from entering the hotel from other places.

And Alvin was also counting the number of zombies he had killed in his mind. The slippery blood flowed down the sword, soaking the non-slip and sweat-absorbing cloth wrapped around the handle, making him feel that the Elrond northern-style longsword in his hand was no longer easy to use.

Apart from this, Alvin did not feel any other discomfort after killing dozens of zombies in a row.

As for the physical consumption, for him, who had undergone the Elrond's mysteries and possessed the body of a magical Space Warrior, it could only be regarded as an insufficient and inefficient warm-up exercise.

The muscle tissue modulated by artificial organs will not feel sore or numb due to repeated use for a short period of time, and the modified thinking organs will not feel tired so easily.

He even had enough time to think about what was lacking in his current power system.

If you think about it carefully, the first goal is to find a sword technique or other extraordinary combat skills with extraordinary characteristics as the main output skill.

Although the long gaming memories from his previous life had transformed into an almost instinctive combat awareness after the time travel, that did not mean that he had actually spent a hundred years to familiarize himself with all kinds of weapons, equipment, and innate skills.

However, this difference is closer to the gap between training and actual combat, which can be completely made up through real combat.

Therefore, just by fighting low-intensity monsters through obstacles, Alvin has begun to regain some of the feeling in the game, and prompts related to obtaining different levels of weapon specialization keep popping up on the system panel.

But this ultimately only involves the basic use of weapons, rather than extraordinary combat skills involving magic manipulation and special talents that can create various spell-like effects in battle.

In Elrond, there are three most famous powerful and extraordinary combat skills.

The Grand Duke of Blood Dragon, who is stationed in the south and manages the Border Knights, masters an extraordinary combat skill called Blood Armament. He can use the blood flowing on the battlefield as material to create temporary weapons or use it to launch large-scale spell-like attacks.

Within the School of the Undead, there is also an extraordinary combat skill called the Bone Sword Armor, which can be said to be the one that Alvin is most familiar with among the three extraordinary combat skills of Elrond.

Because this combat skill is an extraordinary combat skill exclusively used by elite knight commanders among high-level Death Knights who are equipped with special bone weapons. Its characteristics are that it is hard and annoying. It can make the bones of the undead proliferate rapidly and greatly increase the hardness. In short, it is extremely hard and annoying.

Even though he was wearing the special power armor for the Engineering Knight, which was jokingly called the steampunk version of Kamen Rider by players, and picked up the alloy sledgehammer with its own jet propulsion, it took him half a day to completely defeat his opponent.

As for the last extraordinary fighting skill, it is very mysterious. It is the secret sword of moonlight that can only be mastered by the demon kings of the Gusmith family, the royal family of Elrond, after they succeed to the throne.

Alvin knew very little about this, but someone on the forum had made a rather subtle comment: if you meet someone who masters this sword technique, don't treat them as sword users.

As he was thinking, a roar outside the door, different from that of other zombies, made Ivan quickly focus his attention.

Through the defensive preparations just now, a pile of debris like a small mountain has been piled up behind the hotel door. He just stepped on it and attacked the zombies outside through the gaps between the debris and the cracks on the door.

The zombies were unable to work together to break through the hotel door because Evan had disrupted the frequency of their charges.

However, the door suddenly began to shake violently, as if there was a huge beast outside that was banging against the door madly.

At the same time, disturbing knocking sounds came from the previously ignored windows, and the wooden boards and tabletops nailed to the walls were shaking. Other people in the hotel hurried forward to hold up these reinforcement materials.

At the same time, they also looked at the hotel door that Ivan was guarding alone with uneasy eyes. Perhaps they felt the approaching threat, and even the crying of the children on the second floor gradually stopped.

The entire hotel fell into a tense silence, and the only sounds were the increasingly loud banging of doors and the sharp sound of door panels cracking.

Through the crack in the door, Alvin, who could see in dim light, clearly saw that outside the door there was an extremely tall zombie crashing towards the hotel door alone.

He had intended to destroy the monster with a single blow, but it unexpectedly lifted two other zombies in its arms and held them in front of it. Because he had to attack through debris and the door, and the length of his sword was relatively limited, he was unable to pierce the monster's vital points.

"Huh? How did it evolve into a zombie so quickly? It even knows how to use tools." Ivan thought for a moment, and a look of understanding appeared on his face.

Ghouls are undead spirits that evolved after zombies devoured large amounts of flesh and blood. Their skin is torn by over-expanded muscles, their fingers have transformed into sharp bone claws, and their bodies are much taller than zombies transformed from creatures of the same race. They also have a certain degree of thinking ability.

It's probably like the AI ​​of the miscellaneous soldiers in the game evolving from being deaf and blind to being artificially mentally retarded.

Although compared to the real high-level undead, the ghoul is just an enhanced version of the ordinary zombie that is a little stronger.

But what's suspicious is that under natural circumstances, zombies' devouring of flesh and blood is an intermittent behavior. After they devour a certain amount of flesh and blood, they will stop and slowly absorb the substances and magic contained within, and only start the next round of devouring after thoroughly digesting it.

But how long have these zombies been around? How come they have already evolved into zombies?

The answer is obvious. The necromancer who drove the zombies to attack humans has arrived. It was he who cast the spell behind the scenes to force them to continue devouring the flesh and blood of the fallen zombies, which gave rise to the existence of zombies in a short period of time.

Moreover, it was because of the Necromancer's manipulation behind the scenes that this newly born ghoul used the zombies as shields.

Of course, this behavior has certain drawbacks, such as reducing the potential for subsequent development and the shelf life of the undead soldiers. But then again, who cares about the development potential and shelf life of low-level soldiers?