Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

After the flash of light, the first thing Rezar noticed was the fact that he was in an open field with knee high grasses. There was no wind, there was no sun but there was light, and four-foot minotaur was charging at him with a plethora of pink wool sheep behind it. It was to that sight that Boris showed up in a flash of light behind him.

"Moooooooooooooooo!!!!"

Rezar didn't even have time to give orders as Neema rushed forwards her massive axe being dragged behind her, but she didn't go alone as Screet went with her, he was even faster as he jumped into the air, his stout and pudgy mole-man form making a sharp arc of five feet to land in front of the charging miniature minotaur.

A mass of light dark fog spread out from him, causing a small tremor that brought the stampeding minotaur to a halt and letting the subsequent sheep's behind him to crash into his body. Neema wasn't too far behind as her axe made a beautiful but quite terrifying arc over her head and landed onto the head of the minotaur.

There was a sickening crunch as her axe buried itself deep in the skull of the minotaur before going through to completely cleave it in half and bury itself self into the grass. The sheep surged forwards as Neema struggled to pull the axe out of the ground. Seeing as she couldn't pull the axe out of the ground, she abandoned it entirely and strode forward, her arms outstretched and her pushed forward, and then she screamed.

"YIIIIIIAAAARRARARARARRARARARARAR"

[Your Undead Neema has Used Mind Rend! You're Dazed for 2 seconds]

Even Rezar who was her master was affected by the skill, as his head suddenly felt light and he had to take a few steps backwards. Boris and his sister Marie fell back on their ass, whilst Reinhart was brought to his knees, however he was still able to hold on. But as for the sheep that were the real target of this skill, Rezar watched in surprise as their heads literally exploded into a shower of blood and gore.

[11 graceful field pink sheep have been slain, you have gained 220 exp, exp has been split between party]

[A miniature Rage Minotaur has been slain, you have gained 200 exp, exp has been split between party]

Rezar was annoyed that he and his undead had to do all the work while these spoilt brats enjoyed the fruits, but from what he could see, the exp was allocated according to who did the most work. So from this altercation, he was obviously the guy with the lions share. But that won't help, he had to make sure they leveled up fast and got out of this dungeon.

Though from what he could see, this seems to be a dungeon unlike the ones he remembered from his past life. This was a special dungeon as it seems as if there was no definite entrance in and out, the only way out would be to clear the first floor, or to use a dungeon escape stone to get out. None the less they had to pick a direction and start moving towards it, however that doesn't seem to be the case.

The field that they now found themselves on stretched as far as the eye could see, ending in a tree line that seemed to surround the field, making it seem like it was a glade of sorts. Or simply put a meadow. From those tree lines Rezar could see another group of Minotaur's and sheep coming for them, this time it was two groups, and they were coming from the north and the south.

By their speed, they should be here in about three minutes give or take a few seconds. They might seem like weak monsters but it would not be wise to have them flank their party, seeing as there were literally three weak links that he had to worry about. Rezar turned to the three of them and said.

"Follow Me! We can't let those monsters flank us!"

And then he took off running towards the northwest dragging Neema and Screet behind himself literally leaving the noble trio behind to eat his dust. It took him all of twenty seconds to realize that he had vastly outpaced the people he was supposed to wait for, so he waited for them to catch up, before continuing onward at a steady pace.

He eventually came to a stop in front of a large rock that looked suspiciously like Pride rock from the lion king, even hundreds of years after its creation that movie was still a classic. The nobles were heaving, but they wouldn't have enough time to catch their breath as the monsters were already less than twenty meters away.

"Screet, Neema! You guys rake the northern group; I'll handle those coming from the south. And you guys should just stay back and learn what death truly is."

[Strengthen Undead]

[Strengthen Undead]

[Neema and Screet Strengthened! Power, Speed and Magic raised by 5% for 2 minutes]

Though the upgrade wasn't much, it was still better than nothing. This wasn't also the first time Rezar had used this skill, so he would use their time in this dungeon to try and raise its levels. As Screet and Neema scurried towards the team of a dozen farm animal monsters coming from the north, Rezar shifted his gaze to the south and pulled out his sword.

He didn't have to take this fight to seriously if it was only him, but he was carrying a bunch of people who still haven't outgrown their milk tooth. He had to pay 70% of his attention to those three, because quite honestly he didn't expect anyone of them stepping up to fight, besides they were so weak.

The minotaur in the lead jumped at Rezar, but a quick [Rot] on its face arrested its development as Rezar's sword found its way into the Minotaur's chest. [Raise Undead] quickly followed, and before the minotaur even reached the ground it was already turning on its comrades. From then on it was a rapid slaughter, but even with that, more monsters came out of the tree line, this time the came from the north, south and east, and this time it was two teams of a dozen monsters from the cardinal directions rather one.

Rezar sighed as he turned back and looked at the three nobles who were huddle together by the rock and watching the show with a varying degree of expressions. Either way, it was the look on Boris's face that truly annoyed him, either way he could deal with that later, but for now…. death wanted to play