Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 633: Operation Polar Winds : Part Thirty-Eight

'Mmh… Is the hex animating them good to the point of granting them analytical skills and rudimentary reasoning?' although one's talent was undeniably a factor of success most ways of power, the totem side of hex-making was more so about craftsmanship, materials used and imbuing your will into the whole thing, and although impressively done, the golems were made to act and move through hexes that only featured a singular material, being bones.

Also, totem-hexes were supposed to be stationary, building them directly inside mobile golems may aid in allowing these creations to travel further and be free in their movements, but it should also bring about a certain weakening in the overall performances.

So although it shouldn't be the main factor, Alkayne could only guess that their creator was either massively good, or possessed a special ability or a talent like some of the folks that had escaped to the Emerald Realm, which would explain why they could do so much with so little.

In any case, as great as these golems may be, they could not breach the formation he had his troops assume, in the empire, formations weren't just practically good, they were intensified by orderly ranks and were also made into collective battle arts, the toughness of each shield and the strength of their bearers was much higher than normal right now.

The golems could only circle around them and throw rocks and snowballs at them for the time being.

"My Lord, they seem to be rather resistant to the raging blizzard" remarked a knight beside Alkayne, indeed, it was another aspect that really seemed to make these golems appear as absolute masterpieces, each and every one of them, the raging winds that could slice elite soldiers and batter them down seemed to have no effects on the creations, or rather, it was like the blizzard ignored their existence, barely any hail was hitting them, and when it did, they were merely the width of one's pinky fingernail.

The golems remained within sight however, and soon enough, a few of them were suddenly grasped from all sides by hands of mana, which dragged them toward the unmoving undeads to be pulled in and massacred.

Those that remained swiftly backed off and hid from sight, just in time for a different sort of golem to show up, unlike the rest which imitated creatures or the people of this realm, this one was shaped as a being that was not to be found here, somewhat.

A werewolf- Or rather, werebear-looking golem dropped down and swung at the formation, demonstrating strength far beyond that of the other creations, still, the stationary-testudo did not give in, the construct's brutal physical might appeared just as feeble as the rest before it.

And after a few strikes, the transparent werebear backed away, and alongside the remaining golems, just ran away from the area, acknowledging that there was no point to this charade, the shieldwall was too tough and attacking it repeatedly exposed the assailant to a devastating counterattack.

"As expected, it was supposed to be a trap" that much had seemed pretty obvious, no one had expected the unknown master of these golems to be waiting for them with a table ready and to invite them to tea.

"No need to bother with the bolt, we'll be heading for the original place it stayed at" the shield formation came undone and the undeads went back to marching.

Although the manner and purpose of hex carved within the bolt was interesting and probably was just straight-up an explosive, it didn't matter much, Alkayne intended on bringing its creator into undeadkind anyways, all the secrets would belong to the empire soon enough.

There was no point in possibly getting soldiers blown up.

The main purpose of coming here first was to : In part make the hexer believe that they had been fooled, although unlikely to work at all, but mostly as a means to get to gauge their enemy's capabilities by willfully walking into a trap of theirs, although this didn't seem like a particularly refined trap, after all, they had probably wanted to bait them far from their hideout and also not really had the occasion to work on it due to the blizzard, in spite of all this, it was always good to see what the enemy could do, no matter the capacity.

To Alkayne, it seemed likely that the one they were after was indeed very much focused on hexing and craftsmanship, thus, they probably weren't an excellent fighter, that is, unless their great talent extended to the other side of hexing and they had placed hexes upon themselves to enhance their prowesses.

But still, that great focus on the creation of such well-done golems implied not much time was placed elsewhere, and that even if monstrously powerful, their technique and combat skills would turn out subpar.

"My Lord, there are no traces of energy or life force on any of the golems we destroyed" one of his subordinates reported.

Their opponent was very protective of their identity.

Alkayne had expected as much and just kept on leading his troops, the previous place the bolt had been at was well-memorised by the mages that had tracked the skeleton's energy still within it, and the travel here was about as smooth as the blizzard would allow it.

Surprisingly, no more golems showed up as they marched, not taking advantage of the lack of visibility to launch even a single attack them, it would seem like a pretty obvious and easy thing to do, surely, they would be capable of taking out at least a few soldiers with a few good assaults, especially when an avalanche came down and crashed near the undead, momentarily bringing the march in disarray.

But even then, nothing attacked.

The zombie was expecting a rather sizable welcome committee as a result, but once he arrived at where the trail led, the undead only found an area that was just like all of the others they had treaded, situated at the foot of a mountain, there was only piled-up snow to behold.

"My Lord, the trail goes right through this pile of snow and into the mountain" said one of the mages.

"Very well, clear the way" ordered the minor lord, and the snow was shovelled away, melted or blasted away by simple spells, revealing a perfectly regular mountain side.

"Could it be that the trail leads to somewhere behind the mountain?" asked the same mage that had spoken up.

"It should not, My Lord, the trail goes down after passing through" confident in his analysis, the undead responded.

Alkayne stepped forward and lightly poked at the wall, the tip of his halberd vanishing into it.

'Impressive illusion…'

And the undeads marched through the illusory wall.

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