Battle for the Storehouse

The handful of mages were throwing spells out one after the other without stopping, while the powerful warriors battled at the front with their lives on the line.

Even Tabbris struggled, and he was the strongest among them. He was currently stuck in a stalemate with an Orc Warrior, and although he was slightly stronger, he couldn't afford to be careless unless he wanted to be struck by the arrow crossfire.

The Hobgoblins were cunningly aiming for places he tried to move to, as well as the gaps in his armor, making it difficult to counterattack. He was getting more frustrated by the second.

"Hah!" Tabbris pulled out the Hurricane Blade and infused it with his Mana. The blade vibrated under the influence of magic and created disturbances in the air around it that made the arrows flying at him veer from their course and miss completely.

He gripped the blade tightly and slashed at the Orc with all he had.

Clang!

The blades clashed and produced sparks for an instant when the Hurricane Blade released its power. High-pressure Wind Blades cut through the air and ravaged the Orc's armor, grinding, breaking, and cutting it like some high-powered machine.

It was as if the beast fell into a meat grinder. The thick metal armor was torn off and torn apart like paper, and the chest muscles were peeled off together with the furry skin. Bones cracked and were turned into small sharp fragments and blood sprayed into the sky.

"Haaaah!" Tabbris pushed the blade even deeper, wreaking havoc in the Orc's chest cavity. His hand quickly became soaked in dark blood and his clean blue armor turned red.

The Orc fell back, as dead as it could be, however, Tabbris was less than satisfied by the result. For a single Orc, he exhausted his Hurricane Blade, and even though it was going to recover much faster because of the higher concentration of Mana in the air, it was still going to take a few days. Until then it's going to be useless.

He grimly glanced at the monsters rushing at him and slowly stored his knife away. His other hand unsheathed the sword and deflected a few arrows with quick and precise movements as he prepared himself for the next attack.

He flipped over his left hand, and a small gray stone rested in his palm. It was crisscrossed by hundreds of golden lines, and in its center laid a small but extremely eye-catching and beautiful green gem.

Tabbris pointed the stone at one of the Hobgoblins and whispered a few words.

"Wind Blade!"

The golden lines glowed for an instant and then the light entered the gemstone and out came a spell. The Wind Blade Runestone. One of the most common weapons mages could make. It was great since it transferred the stress of casting a spell on an object, however, it was limited in what it could do.

Just like the Firebolt Runestone could shoot out only Firebolts, this one was limited to Wind Blades.

Splat! Thud!

The Wind Blade cut through the Hobgoblin's arm, and blood sprayed out as the limb fell lifelessly to the floor. The creature screeched and charged forward with bloodthirsty eyes.

Slash!

Tabbris sidestepped and kicked it away, before swiftly turning and cutting off its head. Three others jumped at him moments later.

"Damn it!" he cursed and tried to shake them off. A Hobgoblin on his back lifted a hand holding a sharp piece of stone and struck down.

"Ack!" Tabbris shouted and stabbed the Hobgoblin through the chest and tossed him off. He shook off the other two and pinned them to the ground with Ice magic. He then stumbled back while holding his bleeding neck.

The attack luckily missed the artery, but he was still losing quite a bit of blood. He stumbled back and took off his helmet so he could drink a potion or two.

A few soldiers quickly took his place and filled the gap in the defense. They came armed with many vials of Bottled Thunder and so they tossed out those before resorting to cold weapons. The sounds of explosion and spraying blood filled them with adrenaline as they unsheathed their swords and gave a war cry.

"Damn it, there are so many of them," Tabbris cursed as he held a piece of ice to his neck. The wound already stopped bleeding but it still hurt. In a panic, he even emptied two Helth Potions, which could be considered a waste, but in his defense, he never came so close to death before.

The rest weren't faring much better. The Iron Phantom Hawks were struggling to hold their ground, and only with the help of a few city soldiers were they able to fight five Orcs at once. With the help of the Black Onyx team, it was already almost twenty against five, and yet they had trouble fighting back.

Blum wanted to block a strike from an Orc head-on and broke his arm in the process. The strike was so powerful that even his shield cracked and fell apart on impact.

He was out of the fight before it has even truly begun.

Warren was dancing with death, striking and slashing at the attackers and avoiding their strikes with nauseatingly tight margins. For someone who was but a normal farmer just a few months ago, he was truly acting like a crazy genius swordsman.

Sera meanwhile took a stray arrow to the thigh. "Argh! My leg!" It was almost the exact same spot she got shot months ago when she first met Gerald, and now Elly was helping her with her healing magic.

Over the days she was slowly getting better at it, and she could almost be considered a battlefield medic now.