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chapter-31

If one was suddenly placed in a situation where they needed to dispatch near a hundred animated corpses coated in metal and capable of bending steel with their hands, they might not be able to come up with a solution. That was doubly true if they were entirely out of magic when confronting this situation.

Argrave had faced worse odds. Granted, it had been within a game, and there was no imminent death in the case of failure.

One of the main reasons people were able to do much more in games than in real life was because of the limitations imposed by artificial intelligence. NPCs could not act like truly real people. They were incapable of making judgements and responding to the situation accordingly. They had to be programmed, and that programming could only account for so many scenarios. Once one learns vaguely how the AI functions, it becomes easy to overcome insurmountable odds. You can manipulate the AI into poor situations.

These tomb guardians could be compared to artificial intelligence. Though Argrave had thought while planning this might be a big hurdle, all he needed was time.

Argrave peered through a small hole in the palisades out at the crowd of tomb guardians. Though they had been headed straight for Barden, they now veered away, following after a lone figure: Galamon. He rode on horseback, circling around them and deflecting the odd magic arrow that came near him.

“We just need to wait,” Argrave said, leaning against the palisade as he stared out. “If we move too soon, the archers will take notice of us and fire. Those things are indiscriminate butchers.”

“You’re placing Galamon in much danger,” Anneliese commented.

Argrave turned his head around. He was surrounded by Veidimen. It felt strange being around them. With them, he felt as though he was average height again. With the pale skin, they might as well be kin.

“He’s tough, and he’s the only one I can trust with this. Besides, worst-case scenario, vampires can regenerate, and are much more physically capable than most. You should know this.”

Anneliese nodded. “It is merely disquieting. He is a great figure.”

“Yet the Veidimen exiled him,” Argrave stepped away from the palisade.

“He is still respected, even if Veid has punished him. I study his strategies.”

“It shows,” Argrave said. “Without your quick decision, things would have gone much differently.”

“I did not do enough.” Anneliese crossed her arms. “The battle should not have been so close.”

“What would you have done differently?” Argrave asked, curious to hear some insights from a future prominent strategist.

Anneliese did not take long to consider. “I would have tried to kill you as quickly as possible. Your magic sealed the first landing party’s fate. I did not think the commander would be willing to sally out of the palisades and onto the beaches. Things would have been much easier if you had remained within the walls.”

Argrave smiled. He walked away and sat on a wooden crate that looked stable. “I left an impression, I see.”

“You were a good commander. Most believe Galamon was behind the attack on our druid scouts. I see now that may be otherwise.” Anneliese stood before the sitting Argrave, keeping her eye on the distant mob. “I am surprised you are not with the humans.”

Anneliese looked at the crowd of knights, who were ensuring the safety of the citizens. They were very leery of the snow elves—not that Argrave could blame them, exactly. Unlike the Veidimen, the humans were not used to setting aside conflicts to cooperate in the face of a greater threat.

Argrave’s smile turned bitter. “I wasn’t the commander, merely an advisor. That incompetent moron nearly killed us all by allowing us to deal with the first landing party alone. If there had been more time to prepare…”

“You sit with a strange posture. You’re hurt,” Anneliese said suddenly. “Your back. Turn around.”

“What? Why?”

She stepped forward. “You should be healed.”

Argrave waved her away incredulously. “Save your magic. It will be needed.”

“I will do as I please.” She took another step closer. “Our contract does not dictate what I do with my magic.”

Argrave frowned, overwhelmed by her intensity. He slowly did as she asked. Anneliese held her hand out, and he felt an odd sensation like razor burn along his backside. The pain from the cut faded.

“Mmm. Thank you.” Argrave moved his back around, getting used to the feeling. “I’ll remember that you spent your magic to relieve me of some minor pain when we die terribly due to a lack of spells.”

“Why? Have no confidence in your plan?” she rebuked.

Argrave laughed. “No, it should work just fine. Not much magic will be needed, actually.” Argrave looked back out at the slowly fading mob. “Want to know what those things are?”

Anneliese nodded.

“They’re corpses, coated in metal. It’s steel, I think, but that’s not important. They’re reanimated by magic. Bludgeon them, sever limbs, stab them, crush them—those things don’t work, really. Not only is it very hard to pierce the metal, losing parts doesn’t matter to them. They’ll crawl after you if you’ve severed all their limbs. The key is targeting the magic that’s reanimating them.”

Argrave leaned back, placing his back against a house. “Magic is about the most painful thing for them, but Ebonice does the job nicely. Pierce their skin with Ebonice, it’ll be like a balloon popping—the things fall over like a house of cards, and we’re crawling away from Tartarus back to cloud nine. The things are devilishly strong, despite their slowness. All we need to do is restrict their mobility. That’s why we needed time.” Argrave pointed at Anneliese.

“To set up those restrictions.” Anneliese waved her hands, going along with Argrave’s thought process.

“Precisely,” Argrave snapped his fingers, but the gloves he wore made no noise come out. “Shouldn’t be too much longer. Galamon will give us all the time we need. He’s reliable like that.”

“There’s something I don’t understand.”

“How can I enlighten you?” Argrave spread his arms wide.

“Why bother killing them?” She paused, and Argrave furrowed his brows in confusion. She elaborated further. “You could have Galamon lure them away to one of the other Veidimen landing parties, have them descend on an unwitting group. You could simply leave them somewhere far out in the wilderness. So why?”

“It’s common sense to clean up after yourself when you make a mess.” Argrave said, then shook his head with a light laugh.

He looked back to the horde of metal monsters, now fading in the distance. “Those things, if left unattended, will cause a lot of problems for a lot of people. The cat is out of the bag, and now it’s time to skin it. I don’t want anyone to die, really, neither Veidimen nor human. Gerechtigkeit is what’s important. And so… I’ll take care of those frozen freaks.”

“You have no loyalty to your people?”

“Humans?” Argrave turned his head to the side. “Never really thought of it. As far as I’m concerned, a human is just what I happen to be. We’re all animals, despite how some would raise themselves above that label. All that matters is character. Galamon is of good character. As are you. As are many others, regardless of vague separations. Unfortunately, greed and stigma cause differences to escalate into conflict.”

Anneliese lowered her head, thinking. She asked a question.

“Do you think you are of good character?”

Argrave opened his mouth, but he found that he had no answer.