Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Making plans for Necron wasn't something Rezar felt was needed at the moment, instead much of their army has already been mobilized, and they were preparing to march in full force for the Goblin king's capital. Honestly speaking Rezar knew that they would be able to see a sizable force coming and prepare in accordance to that, but he and his advisors as Valka has taken to calling them, had a different method of approach in mind. But nevertheless they were an army preparing to march on the goblin king and that's exactly what they were going to do.

Rezar wasn't wearing any sort of armor, he wasn't even wearing his usual get up, he was wearing a simple white robe with golden trims and a hood over his head that obscured much of his face leaving his mouth visible to anyone who looked at him. Tony on the other hand was armored to the core, and fully ready and prepared for war, this was a mount bred for war, even if he was just an ant.

This was the final meet between the forces of the Goblin King and the bone king, only this time it was Rezar who was taking the initiative. The fight with the goblin Kings army was a lot easier than Rezar had ever thought it would be, of course it was mostly due to the help and advice from a lot of people, and it was due to all those plans that they have been able to win. And frankly speaking the goblins underestimated them, they didn't think they would have the resources nor the tactics to fight them on an even ground.

So without a doubt, the Goblin king would know that Rezar was a threat, but honestly speaking it was already too late. Rezar wouldn't jump the gun and say that their victory was assured, because that would be making the same mistake the goblins had made when they faced them. but never the less the ball was now in his court, and whichever way he chooses to play it, would secure complete victory for them, or give the goblins an offset to regain what they've lost. So it was without hesitation that Rezar would happily crush the goblins, every last one of them.

"We've received intel, the Goblin King himself is marching the rest of his army towards Necron. If we leave now, we can meet them at the former base of his mounted division. Whatever it may be, I believe the Goblin King would either give it a last ditch effort to defeat us, or attempt to make a truce so as to manage his losses, and avoid further conflicts." Priest spoke up as he rode side by side with Rezar.

"What do you suggest I do then?" Rezar asked as Tony began to move forwards.

"If he's coming for a fight, then you meet him sword for sword, though I'm not too sure how this fight would go. The players have been defeated, but it's quite possible for them to respawn, so his army might be bigger than we expect. So we might be in for a hard grind, but should he suggest a truce, you can use it to your advantage and take over all of the Goblin King's lands. It would a total victory without a fight."

Rezar nodded his head a bit as he contemplated on what priest had just said, a victory without a fight would definitely be something that he would very much like to achieve. But he really didn't think that the Goblin King was that simple, ruling within the Bahrenburg frontier goes beyond having military might. You must have a nose for politics, and if you're not careful a simple harmless deal would be enough to bring your kingdom crashing to the ground.

But nevertheless, should things not go the way he wants it to, Rezar would happily put an end to the Goblin King and whatever the fuck is left of his army. Unlike before when he was worried about being outnumbered, this time he might have a little too much manpower on his side, he would drown the goblin king and his armies under a surge of bodies, a little sneak peek into what a zombie apocalypse looks like.

• UNDEAD CREATURES

• Screet: LVL 49 Ghoul Mole-Man

• Jason: LVL 38 Ghoul Minotaur

• Brutus: LVL 33 Ghost Bull

• Alpha: LVL 15 Alpha Wraith Wolf

• Zombie Mole-People [50]

• Zombie Giant Armored Fire Ants [200]

• Zombie High Goblins [3675]

• Zombie Hobgoblins [15]

• Zombie Forest Wolves [ 400]

• Wraith Wolves [199]

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THE GOBLIN KING

Tristian would have preferred nothing more than to avoid this meeting, the corporate sharks he answered to always found one way or the other to piss him off, and make all of his work seem, useless and not worth anything, but then again there wasn't much he could do about it, the power he has now, did not belong to him alone, and that's why there's been so many mistakes.

"Tristian Morrison! we've had an extensive review done over the events of the past one month, and safe to say we are solely disappointed in you and your failures in routing out a simple enemy without any backup, an upload with no access to the resources we have provided for you. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Tristian was so mad he could barely control himself, what did he have to say for himself? Well he had lots to say to them, so many words, so many dissatisfaction, it was time these bastards get a thirst of their own medicine.

"Well I have a lot to say for myself, the Goblin civilization reached and unprecedented might under my rule and command. I took them from dirt eating monsters to the most powerful force in all of Kerwood forest. I gave you all the advice of focusing on development, but your greed forced you all to circumvent my orders and sent the generals on a conquering campaign.

We had power, but you wanted more, I advised that it would be better if we focused on developing our current territories, but you all wanted to expand it even more. And then you all finally went and bit off more than you could chew and you want to blame me for it; are you all stupid or something. I understand that I'm one of dozens of leaders you've seeded, but yet you all tried your hardest to sabotage me.

Well congratulations, you have succeeded, now my kingdom is on the brink of destruction and instead of looking for a solution you all want to throw blames. Very well then, you can consider this my resignation, you all can upload yourself and come rule the Goblin Lands. We owe each other nothing, so you can all kiss my scaly green ass!"

With that said Tristian marched out of the secret chamber, communicating with the real world needed a specialized chamber. The moment he left that room, the bosses would be unable to reach him again, which was why as he marched out, he couldn't help the smile that showed up on his face as he ignored their frantic calls.

As annoying as they were, they knew that Tristian had built something substantial for them, this was an asset that even they would find very hard to take control of, because frankly speaking, only Tristian was willing to upload himself as a goblin, or it was more like he was strong-armed into doing so. And yet he had succeeded where others had failed, built a kingdom when others still struggled with their own settlements. And yet corporate politics had stood in the way, someone with too much power had it out for him, and they kept pushing and pushing and pushing. And finally he had snapped and cut off all ties with them.

"what do we do now?" a voice could be heard asking from within the chamber.

"What else can we do, we have to send a replacement to deal with the crisis and the power vacuum."

"But then again who would be willing to upload themselves as a goblin, and even more so that the enemy they're facing is a death class holder. The players that have died to him or his undead have been locked out of their account for three whole months, and even then records say they would experience permanent stat loss. Nobody would be willing to upload now, not when the true death is possible."

"But if we don't send a replacement, then everything we've worked for would be lost, we have too many assets at stake here."

"Do you mean everything that Tristian worked for and you and your family tried to sabotage just because he refused to marry your daughter. So much so you guys forced him to upload as a Goblin. We're dealing with the consequences of you short sighted actions. Solving this problem is all up to you Monroe. But just so you know, this is not the worst case scenario."

"And what would you consider a worst case scenario Ricardo." The voice belonging to Monroe asked, with no small amount of derision in his voice.

"Just hope Tristian doesn't have revenge planned for you and your insane daughter, because if he does, with everything he already knows about what's coming, it would much too easy for him to fall into the Employ of the Bone King. And by then it wouldn't matter if you're escaping the disaster in the real world, you and your family will still die and this time for good."