chapter 25(stories based on personal beliefs)
"but you should know that there's a probability of that monster having a defensive type ability" amon spoke with a serious expression
"but we should be able to get a minimum amount of damage from the bomb" eslot said with some extra thought
"captain if you want to truly leave this place alive,you would have to trust me and tell me about your abilities and that of your team,you would also have to tell me about your mastered spells and techniques'' amon spoke with serious expression
the captain thought for a second and then came to a quick decision
" alright young master....but.." looking at the 5-6 year old boy who has been acting more mature and responsible than his age
" forget it,this is our teams data" handing over a tablet like device to amon
then immediately jumped back into the battle field and instantly cutting away over 9 fellers
'a very decisive man' amon evaluated eslot
checking their stats and abilities,amon immediately noticed something ,or more accurate it caught his eyes immediately a he started checking
'this could be our chance to victory but I think we should wait a little more' Amon said, looking at the top of the tablet he immediately saw, battle voice transfer, immediately turning it on,amon asked" can you guys hear me?"
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at the other side of the battle field the magic swordsman who was getting ready to use his ability, suddenly heard an unexpected voice from the Battle tune in his ear
[can you guys hear me]the young master's voice sounded
"young master?" the confusion almost made he get hit by an incoming feller
[what's the young master doing with the mini general monitor?]the archer,veg asked in similar confused voice
[there's no time for this I've handed control of the battle to the young master.....I am sorry I didn't consider telling you guys...." captain eslot spoke with a self blaming voice
"no worries captain...we all know we might die here...and the young master has proven himself wise from the interaction we had with him...after all has he said it's his responsibility to look after his people" the magic swordsman said,as he had great amount of respect for the captain
[yeah....I agree with monslun ]the assassin spoke with few words
[yeah I think we all agree....after all the captain decisions has been the main reason for us being one of the best in the lower guardian squad's, he hasn't made any wrong decisions] the Warhammer knights,who go by the name vorvak added while swinging his Warhammer sending away the Pincher's
'seems we all agree' the magic swordsman, monslun though
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at the other side of the battlefield the captain who was trying his best to maintain his ability and body technique at the same time suddenly broke out a single tear
"thanks guys for your trust"
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at amons location he didn't know what to think of the current situation,other than this guys believing that the are dead and giving him control over the battlefield was a simple act of kindness towards the young master who wanted to contribute even in a situation he couldn't
"forget it....I'll just have to be thankful they agreed...not for the reason for it" amon said
"back to business....monslun please don't use your ability just yet" amon pleaded instead of commanded,one could easily hear the desperation in this five year olds voice
[pardon?what do you mean this is the best time to use it, before that monster pulls out another strange ability] monslun didn't seem to understand what the young master wanted
"I know,but you have to trust me on this, if it doesn't work then you guys can use the explosive weapons immediately, forget about Silvia's and my own safety'' amon said with great conviction
[al-alright ]monslun found the decisiveness of the young master unexpected
"this is the plan-------"
amon explained while they tried their best to survive
"AAAAAAAARHHH.....YOU LITTLE PEST KEEP GOING ALL LEFT AND RIGHT,LETS SEE WHERE YOU WOULD DODGE TO FROM NOW ON..."after the altar screeched and spoke with pure hatred
"OH SPIRIT OF THE FORSAKEN PATHS... COME FORTH ONTO THIS LAND'S ONCE MORE.....GIVE MY ENEMIES A PATHETIC DEATH....AND LET NOTHING REMAIN IN YOUR WAKE"
"CALL OF DEHYDRATION BONE HANDS"
after what sounded like an incantation of evil spirit
a great many number of bone hands grew from the ground,each thrusting forward trying to grab the closest person to them,it was an unexpected move almost causing the fall of the team,but Amon was quick to warn them
which for them was very fortunate,
[didn't they say it's was a warrior tribe,with only one old shaman and few shaman apprentice's?] vorvak asked with confusion and goosebumps over his body,as he was the closest to being grab by them
"I think it lied to us about most of the information and even the one's written on the morals where not based on the actual fact but personal belief"amon spoke with a calculative expression
''the spell it used just now was a dark magic type spell mostly used by dark shamans-"