Thorwald was truly annoyed. His plan had been to wait here and then attack the human faction after their war against the undead. But now it turned out they had sohow managed to fail and Ankhet had been revived.
Horrible.
How had they even ssed that up?
The first three catacombs hadn’t been a problem, and now, at the final stretch, they screwed it all up.
With the undead still around, he couldn’t attack the humans and far too many humans and elves were still alive.
The humans had united into one massive faction, while the elves had taken to their skyships and horses and retreated to their base.
They hadn’t even co close to the jungle where he was waiting.
He had so many plans. So many visions of how he would finally rule over the humans in the tutorial.
Maybe he should have acted from the start.
Now, none of it seed possible with Ankhet alive.
He was no match for that undead powerhouse.
No, now the best option would probably be to hide for the rest of the tutorial, until they were sent to New Earth, where he could finally join the chosen of his patron.
As far as Thorwald knew, the chosen was in another tutorial and also a human from Earth.
In his shadow, Thorwald would grow, until he beca a god himself and ford his own faction.
Similar to what he had once planned with Steven.
The only difference was that Steven wasn’t progressing fast enough, and Thorwald had no intention of holding back or giving up his rightful place at the top.
It was only natural that he had tried to overthrow him.
The chosen was likely far stronger than Thorwald, even if he hated to admit it.
The good part was that he could still gain massive advantages by staying close to the chosen. Even more so if he managed to get into the party that would attend the upcoming system events.
“Ugh, this is a waste of ti. Let’s leave and go hunt in the outer parts of the fifth stage, where the stronger beasts fled,” Thorwald said after hours of waiting.
The undead had built a massive base, and he’d sohow convinced himself soone might eventually dare to enter the jungle.
Nothing had happened so far.
“Wait! Sothing’s happening at the undead base,” said Joe, his most loyal scout, eyes fixed on the spying crystal.
One of the Raha scouts was positioned on a dune, observing everything. Thanks to the crystal, they could see it all too, from their hiding spot at the edge of the jungle where the desert began.
Thorwald was about to smack Joe over the head for not obeying imdiately, but he held back and looked into the spy crystal again.
It took a mont for him to realize what was happening.
The humans, who had previously hidden behind the black fortress walls, were now openly attacking the massive undead base.
Strangely, the undead didn’t seem to stand much of a chance.
Ankhet or any elite undead fighters were nowhere to be seen.
“Ankhet must have died. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be possible,” the leader of the Raha said aloud.
It sounded impossible, but no one could argue with what they saw.
There were no elite enemies present. The vampires were strong, as expected, but stood no chance against the humans’ coordinated assault.
From their vantage point, they couldn’t see what was happening inside the base, but it looked like the humans had won.
That was great. Thorwald much preferred this outco over the alternative.
Still, there was one major problem. The human camp wasn’t weakened.
In fact, it had grown in size after Kael’s camp was assimilated into the larger base.
It was a sha the scout had to retreat. So elves were approaching his position to watch the battle.
That this Thalion now got another base still didn’t fully register with Thorwald.
This world was so unfair.
How could that coward, that weakling, end up in such a powerful position?
Even his armor looked far better than Thorwald’s and his was legendary armor from the system shop only the followers of his patron could buy.
“What now? The human base is still too strong and they’re too many. We wouldn’t win in a direct fight,” the Raha leader asked.
Thorwald had to agree.
They had now conquered the undead base, and it was powerful. Thorwald wouldn’t dare to attack them outright.
His forces were strong. So of the Raha had survived multiple battles and were over three hundred years old.
But the humans likely numbered over twenty thousand in that one faction alone and Thorwald had only a few hundred, most of them Raha.
He didn’t bother with the weaker humans forced into the fifth stage. They were worthless to him.
A direct assault was out of the question, but that didn’t an he couldn’t hurt the human base.
Thorwald had Raha scouts watching the base all those humans had co from. It was a massive stronghold, and they often sent hunting parties into the jungle. Sotis even with weaker humans among them.
Perfect targets.
If more and more humans started going missing, it might bait the stronger groups into action.
And those could be ambushed, under the assumption they were fighting a powerful beast.
“You’re right. But that doesn’t an we give up. Let’s move out,” Thorwald said with a wide grin.
“I want to kill a few of their hunters to draw out the rich and powerful. Maybe we can even infiltrate their base. It’s big enough they shouldn’t notice a few more n.”
It was ti for bloodshed.
He was desperate to smash so heads in. He hadn’t killed in so long his fingers were starting to itch.
He couldn’t sit still anymore.
The last thing he saw through the spy crystal, just before the scout abandoned his post, was a vampire in black armor, nearly completely cloaked in shadows, sneaking deeper into the desert.
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