Orc Wars 2 : Lazarus

Chapter 99 - Time Shield

Constantine, dressed in a dark red outfit stepped forward confidently. He had rearranged the Items in his Inventory for today's special task. The first Item was the specialized one-of-a-kind Time Shield which he had so painstakingly researched, designed and crafted. It had unique features tailored for the orc realm and would not work in the human realm. He had studied Mallarg's spell and had ensured his was better. His would slow down time even more, prolonging the half grown orc's life further. Next Items were Energy and Health boosts.

Status check.

Constantine, Warlock, Level 88

Health, 100 per cent.

Energy, 100 per cent.

Constantine was ready.

"If you please?" the Red Warlock invited the Necromancer.

The plan was for Mallarg to slowly disperse his spell whilst Constantine invoked his for a smooth transition. No harm should come to the youngling inside or heads would roll.

Carefully, Constantine took his position as near as possible to the existing shield. Then he tapped the icon of his customised Time Shield, invoked it and let it draw from his personal Energy. He closed his eyes to focus on controlling his internal energies and systematic implementation of the complicated spell. Soon, it balked. The space it needed to cover was still under another powerful protective charm. What? Why was the Necromancer's spell still there? He should have started removing it by now.

"My Lord, surely you are not going to allow this?" came Mallarg's guttural voice.

What!?! Constantine's eyes flew open incredulously. Why was the Necromancer still arguing about this? He had already started! The longer it took to set it, the riskier it was for him. He was vulnerable now.

"Withdraw your spell Mallarg. Do not make me tell you again."

"No!! I cannot! The humans will kill the jaav ukon."

"I will take the risk," said the Overlord. "He is my son. Now, withdraw!!"

The Necromancer's face turned a darker shade of grey whilst thick veins stood out on his forehead and neck. He clenched his jaw, gnashing his teeth in anger. "Very well but you will regret this!" Mallarg raised his crooked staff and started chanting loudly.

"Ughhh!" Constantine grunted as he felt a strong pressure pushing at his Shield. What the hell was Mallarg doing? Instead of dissipating his spell, he was building it up even more, bearing down on the Red Warlock. Unfortunately, no one else in the room knew what was going on. It was an invisible war of wills. They all thought Mallarg was doing as he was told.

Constantine gritted his teeth and concentrated. If it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he was going to get, thought the Warlock grimly. He was no ordinary player. He was the great mighty Red Warlock, highest ranking Hero and most handsome Gatekeeper of the human realm!

The pressure built as the two shields collided, pushing against each other, neither giving way. The mental strain took its toll and soon Constantine started sweating. His head grew heavy and began throbbing painfully. Damn! The orc was strong, physically and mentally. Quickly, he reached into his Inventory and started consuming potions. Health boost! Energy Boost!

The intense test of wills seemed last forever but to the spectators it was only a few tensed minutes.

Mallarg threw a calculated look at the sweating Warlock. It was the perfect time for his grand plan. He should seize the opportunity now. If all goes well, the jaav ukon would continue dying his slow death and the meddling humans would be executed by nightfall. By that time, the Overlord would be dead by his hand. The Necromancer grunted in satisfaction. Everyone would mourn the Overlord for the required seven days before he took the throne.