Fantasy Romance
The Tamarian soldiers stared at Leikar, then one nodded toward the Knight of Valor. “Closest Priestess of Thalia is hard half day ride from here. He won’t survive that long.”
Leikar stared at the young Knight, his sword no longer aflame with the god’s light. “I know how to cure zombie rot if you can get me the ingredients quickly enough.”
Several of the soldiers whispered he was a mage and shouldn’t be trusted.
Finally, the soldier in charge met Leikar’s gaze. “Get him what he needs. Quickly.”
As Leikar crouched beside the Knight of Valor, a contingent of Tamarian forces appeared.
They stared at him then the burned zombies.
“Not one of them,” Leikar said standing and holding up his hands. “But this man needs immediate help. He’s been bitten.”
Panic gripped Leikar. One of the gods’ chosen could not fall.
No like this.
He rolled the unconscious man over and saw the bite marks that had shredded his armor.
Zombie rot, and it was spreading quickly.
As the last of the zombies fell motionless to the ground, Leikar turned to the Knight of Valor, half expecting to be smote.
Instead, the Knight dipped his head in thanks then collapsed to the ground.
Leikar knew zombies and knew how to fight them.
Most important thing was to keep them from getting too close to spread their contagion.
His fire spells did just that, and this kind of undead followed orders absolutely. They would continue charging headlong into the flames unless their master commanded them otherwise.
When no command came, Leikar assumed the Knight had already killed the necromancer.
They’d won, but he still wondered if he’d given up his own life helping the man.
Leikar watched the Knight of Valor fight, the man’s sword literally ablaze with the light of the gods.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen, and the holy energy was unlike anything he’d ever felt.
But it was still a losing battle.
Not even a Knight of Valor could stand up to so many undead alone.