My Favorite Game Followed Me!-Chapter 638

Chapter 638

Anton knew that he was being given a lot of leeway because of his age. Everyone understood that he was young enough that he was supposed to be studying in one of the magic academies, but instead, because of Anton achieving his power at such a young age and the tragedies that happened in his life, he was willing to fight with the undead.

It was undeniable that Anton was supposed to have a limitless future, but because of the current situation, the powerful wizards who were supposed to notice him and take him in as a disciple had their attention somewhere else. Anton was also a foreigner, so no one was speaking for him, and ever since he landed in the Gale Continent, he exhibited anti-social behavior, so no one knew him enough to be his backing.

Anton also knew about his situation, and instead of being unhappy about it, he was glad because his magic came from his Diablo II system, and he did not know how the powerful wizards of this world would react if they learned something about a “system”.

He was a little wary because Anton already had a negative experience with an Invincible Wizard, and it was not even about his system, but was just about his ability to turn an untalented person into an average wizard using the Meditation Aura.

Anton knew that because he had achieved the rank of Supreme, he was somewhat protected by those types of moves. His rank afforded him powerful protection against certain types of political moves.

After resting for a few hours, the huge armies from the three kingdoms entered the now-empty village. All the regular villagers had long since evacuated, leaving only soldiers, adventurers, and those conscripted to fight against the undead.

The village was destroyed by the wizards, and in its place, earth walls facing the incoming undead horde grew up from the ground. Anton’s eyes became wide with wonder. The magic that appeared from different wizards was something he could not do. Houses made of earth, plants, and some other types of materials appeared. Sentry towers also appeared, and then array masters started creating arrays like the ones that Anton was using on top of the walls of Mendoza.

Every captain was busy arranging their team, and Captain Nando was not an exception. He called everyone, and Anton had to tear his eyes off from what the wizards from the three kingdoms were doing.

“Our team is assigned as one of the guerrilla teams that would attack the undead, so in one hour, we would be living to meet the undead to do a hit-and-run tactic on them. The members of the teams that we’re a part of were chosen because of how everyone was supposed to be extremely skilled with movement spells. Our 100 men will form a ten-man group,” Captain Nando said, then he randomly assigned everyone to form a group of ten.

Once the groups were created, a team leader was assigned for each group, and then within an hour, they all started moving to where the undead horde was coming, which was from Mendoza.

After traveling for a couple of hours, Anton and the guerrilla teams found the undead horde. Based on a cursory look, the undead horde was less than half of the people that the three kingdoms managed to assemble.

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The good thing about the guerrilla teams, they were given freedom on what to do. That meant that even if they were supposed to be a group of ten, everyone suddenly flew towards the undead horde like individual missiles.

Since everybody was doing it, Anton ignored everyone and rushed towards the undead army. When he was near enough for his long-range spell to reach the undead, he started casting his spells. He opened with curse spells from the Necromancer skill tree, followed by all the offensive spells that he could cast from the Sorceress Skill tree.

After he unloaded his curses, he first cast his Frozen Orb spell towards the undead where he was, followed by all spells that he could cast. Then he would cast his curses again, and then the offensive spells, rinse, and repeat.

Of course, the undead did not take the attacks passively. The enemy spellcasters, composed of liches, necromancers, high-level vampires, and more, used their spells to block the spells that Anton and his colleagues cast, and then they also cast powerful offensive spells back, and Anton did not want to gamble his life on his defensive capabilities and utilize his Teleport and Telekinesis spells to avoid the attacks.

Anton felt like their attacks were like throwing pebbles at a lake. The undead horde would receive their spells, and most of the damage was being mitigated by the enemy spellcasters' defensive spells.

He did not even know if they managed their goal of delaying the undead horde. Anton did not stop attacking, though. He would cast his spells towards the undead horde and then teleport or fly backwards to avoid the spells of the enemies, and then would return to attack again.

For the next several hours, Anton's focus was on his attacks, and he did not care about anything else. He felt happy when some of his spells went through the defensive spells cast by the enemy spellcasters and destroyed some of the undead, and he would pray that his next spells would do the same.

There were instances in which he could not escape fast enough from the enemy spellcasters' attacks and learned that his defensive capabilities were enough to protect himself from any great damage. Those who went through his defenses were immediately healed by his Prayer Aura.

Anton did not summon any of his summons because when he first tried to drop them off near the undead horde, they were consumed immediately, so he just focused on casting debuffs and offensive spells.

He did not even know what was happening to the supposed members of his group.

When he gets tired, he would activate his Vigor Aura, and because of that, he was always at his peak for the hours that he was casting spells against the undead horde.

When the sun began to set, Anton heard the signal from Captain Nando, so he teleported back until he reached the agreed-upon location. Anton was glad when he heard from the Captain that there were no casualties. Everyone had been very careful and would immediately run away if there were any signs that a powerful group of undead would form to attack any of them.

If a single powerful enemy separated himself from the horde to chase a particular wizard, the said wizard would run, and when he or she was far enough away, a group of people would converge to destroy the powerful undead that foolishly separated himself from the attack.

Still, their attacks did not cause any great damage to the undead. Before the sun had fully set, they returned to the village that now looked like a city to rest. The mages worked nonstop to build buildings to house everyone.

Anton’s team was assigned to a building and was thankful that he was assigned a room of their own.

“Of course, you will be assigned your own room. You’re a Supreme Rank wizard. You deserve it,” Captain Nando said.

Anton had almost forgotten that wizards were treated as first-class citizens by kingdoms in the Gale Continent, and the higher the rank, the more respect would be received.

Before he went inside his room, he was informed by Captain Nando that they would meet at six in the morning the next day. It was only around eight in the evening, so they had plenty of time to rest.