The Bomgon fleet turned when they were five kilometres offshore of the city, and spread out in a wide line, two rows deep.
"They’re lining up on the docks." Karl noted.
The demon beside him, who Karl was nearly certain was a prostitute with a baseball bat, nodded grimly.
"They do that. Because they’re undead, they can just charge the docks. Water Magic won’t slow them down, and they don’t rely on the wind."
She took her ridiculously high heels off and carefully placed them on the porch of the Dock Master’s warehouse. Then she equipped a patchwork set of stiffened leather armour and a wide brimmed hat with a large purple feather in the hatband.
Remi looked over at her. {That’s a pretty good hat.}
The Demoness smiled at her. "Thank you. I’m quite proud of this hat. I don’t know what possessed me to volunteer for the Militia instead of running, but if there is such a thing as a perfect time for a good hat, this is it."
Rae gained a great insight from this odd Demoness. She was right, today was a great day for hats.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t made custom hats. She would have to fix that for next time.
That was when Karl realized they might have an issue.
"Are there any Plague Demons in the crowd? My team uses a lot of area effects that are Holy or Healing based. Deadly lethal to the Undead, but also to the Plague Demons." Karl asked the Demoness.
She shook her head. "They won’t come across the river, so they’re all at the north docks. You can feel free to use your area effects, none of the rest of us should suffer from them.
Well, some might, if you cast a Consecration spell, but that’s just based on their personality."
The ships weren’t slowing at all as they approached the docks, and Karl realized that was part of the strategy. The front row was planning to run aground and use the momentum to throw an army of Wights into the defenders.
The other defenders had realized that as well, and they were backing up while raising a pike line to impale the first wave of bodies. The pikes glowed with golden energy as Tessa cast a [Holy Weapon] enchantment over the entire militia.
It wouldn’t last forever, but it would make a difference at the start of the battle when the odds were at their worst.
The second rank of ships abruptly slowed, as the first rammed into the shore, hurling agile undead into the air with blades at the ready.
Dana stepped up into the air to engage the undead while they couldn’t do anything but continue flying past, enabling her to slice them apart from above while they were mostly helpless.
Karl looked left to see Tessa glowing with red light as she sat on Thor, marking the attention of the God of War on this conflict. If that was the case, this should be a serious battle, and he might as well go all out.
But the Wights didn’t care. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
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