Morvath was surrounded by dozens of humans. He stood calmly in the middle of the encirclement. The light in his eye sockets shone red. Filled with anger and hatred. A large sword appeared in his left hand. This time Morvath used two weapons.
"How can an undead be in this place?" muttered the leader of the enemy forces.
Undead were rare monsters that were seldom found. They were enemies of every race. Even for the Demon race. Undead did not belong to any race, they were anomalies that appeared without any prediction.
Undead had two types. The first was the living corpse and the second was the skeleton. Both originated from the remains of once living beings, but they had significant differences. Living corpses had super regeneration, sluggish movements, and... Meanwhile, skeletons could use magic, but their regeneration was not as good as living corpses.
The human commander raised his hand. Ready to give the signal. "Kill him!"
The human troops immediately attacked from every direction. Morvath remained still, yet he had already evaluated all their movements. His experience fighting as a Sword Hero helped him get used to facing many opponents at once.
When several slashes were aimed at him, Morvath avoided every strike. His movements were agile, he could even dodge three attacks in a single second.
Slash!
A single thrust forward pierced through one of his enemies. He pulled the blade out. Immediately delivering a slash to the right.
Triiing!
Two attacks were blocked. After that, Morvath pushed his sword. The two men lost their balance for a few seconds and this was an opportunity.
"You are weak," said Morvath.
Braasssh!
Blood sprayed from the slash Morvath delivered. Two more enemies fell. Without much thought, he turned toward the other humans.
Morvath jumped. He struck the ground and at that moment the earth trembled and everyone in the area could not move. Morvath channeled Mana into his sword and his legs. He took a serious stance. He gathered as much Mana as possible for this attack.
"Die, all of you bastards!" cursed Morvath.
Wooosh!
He moved extremely fast like lightning. No one could see that movement. Suddenly a dozen heads dropped to the ground. Followed by the bodies that collapsed next. Blood sprayed and filled the battlefield. The ground turned red.
The remaining humans had pale faces from fear. Meanwhile, Morvath just stood silently in place.
"Damn. I missed a few times," he complained.
He turned his body toward the opponents who were still alive. Their faces grew even paler and filled with terror. Some shook their heads and ran. Morvath bent down, picked up several swords, and forcefully threw them.
One by one the fleeing humans fell with swords piercing through their backs. They were all killed.
Now only one person remained which was the commander. He held his sword with trembling hands. He swallowed hard. He did not expect his subordinates to be defeated so easily. Even though they had superior numbers.
"Damn," he muttered. He looked left and right. Trying to find a way to escape, but there was no visible opening. "Will I die?" He quickly shook his head.
"NO. I can win," he said.
Woosh!
Suddenly Morvath appeared in front of him. Delivering a slash toward his neck. The commander was shocked but responded quickly.
Trrriing!
He managed to block the strike. He leapt back, but in that instant Morvath was already in front of him again. Performing the same slash.
"The same attack." He curled his lips.
Trrring!
He blocked it again. This time he even managed to counterattack, forcing Morvath to retreat. This raised his confidence. He thought he could actually win against Morvath.
"You are not as strong as I thought," mocked the commander.
He stretched a little. Preparing to fight seriously against Morvath. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He took a strong stance and smiled confidently. One second later, he rushed forward and launched his attack.
"You already lost," said Morvath.
The commander was confused. Especially when he saw Morvath not moving at all from where he stood. Morvath even took the time to glance at the residents of Oakhall village. He walked toward them and crouched in front of a woman.
The commander grew angrier. "Bastard, you are underestimating me, huh?! You will end here!" he shouted.
Morvath merely glanced at him.
That made the commander even more furious. He channeled Mana into his sword. He wanted to end Morvath with a single slash. As the slash approached, victory seemed within his grasp. But when Morvath slowly turned his head.
At that moment, the commander felt a terrible premonition. As his blade was about to reach Morvath, he suddenly felt overwhelming pain in his chest. He collapsed. Blood flowed from his torso. When he tried to stand, his arms and legs could no longer move.
"What happened?" groaned the commander.
Morvath answered without looking back, "You were finished two minutes ago. Whatever you do, you will still lose because more than a dozen slashes already hit your body."
The commander was shocked. "But I blocked all of your attacks?!"
"That is according to the perception of your eyes. Reality cannot be seen by your slow sight," answered Morvath.
The commander was confused. He did not understand. At the same time, Morvath stood. He took the commander's sword. He channeled mana into the weapon.
"You have spoken too much. Die and go to hell!" said Morvath.
He stabbed the sword into the man's neck. Ending his life.