rified the other necromancers.

Meanwhile, Brutols' forces were faring much better. The relentless magical assault had decimated the zombies and skeletons. Magic, a divine gift in this world, had significantly boosted their attack potential. Without it, the elite mercenaries would have been overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Given the tavern's limited capacity, bringing in too many fighters could have drawn unwelcome attention from the local authorities, risking expulsion from the city.

“Is everything really going smoothly?” Brutols pondered. Though his forces had managed to halt further losses, the enemy’s numbers seemed to increase. Moments later, Brutols noticed a faint green glow in the night sky—signal for the most formidable unit the necromancers could summon: a skeletal dragon. This dragon wasn't made from dragon bones but from human skeletons fused with a dragon's soul, creating a weaker but still dangerous adversary. A true skeletal dragon made from dragon bones would be unbeatable, something even Brutols' mercenaries couldn't handle.

This counterfeit skeletal dragon, however, was manageable. Brutols decided to confront it personally to minimize mercenary casualties. Leaping from the tavern’s rooftop, he landed on the dragon’s broad back. His grip rivaling that of a special forces soldier, Brutols had no trouble maintaining his hold.

Conjuring his unique, fiery abilities, Brutols' flames began to melt the skeletal dragon’s bones, shocking the necromancers. Normal flames couldn’t affect bones fortified with a dragon’s soul, but Brutols' fire was no ordinary blaze. Though appearing red, its temperature matched that of blue flames due to Brutols’ unique powers.

As the dragon’s bones melted and crumbled, like a collapsing skyscraper, Brutols relentlessly attacked with fireballs, soon bringing the beast down. The necromancers watched in horror as Brutols leapt from the dragon’s back, incinerating them one by one with his fireballs.

Brutols’ assault left the necromancers severely crippled, boosting the morale of the remaining mercenaries. Originally thinking they were doomed due to their limited numbers, some had even considered fleeing. But Brutols’ intervention reignited their hope and determination. They remembered their past battles and realized they couldn’t retreat now, not as elite mercenaries.

“Charge, brothers! Send these undead back to hell!” A mercenary roared, leading the charge. Inspired, the others followed, fighting with renewed vigor. The enemy fell in waves, unable to match the strength of the reinvigorated mercenaries, who dodged every lethal strike from the skeletons with renewed prowess.

Brutols’ fight, however, was far more intense, facing dozens of the most powerful necromancers alone. His attacks, though fierce, were not e

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