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The one intended to protect

Marcus, a guard of a rich house, has been interested in a new game for sale called “Fantasia” because the functions were unusual for him. The system offered you three different class options tailored to your tastes or what you wanted to be. [Guardian of the capital] [Rare class]. A prestige position you will make sure that no monster or suspicious person passes the gates of the capital at any cost including your life. [This class can evolve]. [Dungeon guardian] [Rare class]. You make sure that no monster leaves the dungeon and that no adventurer passes without paying. [This class can evolve]. [Progressive guardian] [Rare class]. You will start from the bottom of a guard, but you will also be able to climb from the top of the guard job. [This class can evolve.] But the world of “Fantasia” was more than just hunting monsters, manufacturing monsters or waging great wars, you could say that it was child's play. This novel will contain several delicate issues.

therock · Fantasy
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27 Chs

Monster

I was tired, but not tired enough, so I covered myself with my shield, I felt the shock, the lance broke and did not go through my shield, the rider almost fell from the shock, but then I felt another shock, the result was the same, but the only thing different was that the rider fell off the horse.

 I thrust my sword into his chest "Argh!" that was the groan of pain of the rider who was still alive I pulled my sword out of his chest and his groans got louder, blood was pouring out of his mouth he looked at me with pity, but I just left him there and focused on the remaining cavalry.

So the cavalry charges were constant and when their spear hit my shield they did their best not to fall and when the spears broke they pulled out their swords that only made scratches to my armor, although those useless scratches were annoying and got on my nerves.

The cavalry was getting very annoying and there was still all the infantry left I looked at them for a second, but they all looked pretty scared I didn't give them any importance then for a second I thought {And the commander?} the cavalry had also stopped attacking I looked back, and they were there without making any move I was confused, what were they planning?

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"Take the children away from here! And take the wounded with you fast!" I ordered my soldiers while I watched as the cavalry made a futile effort I knew that our poor quality weapons would not hurt them neither could I allow more casualties.

I looked at my spear, this spear although somewhat worn by the uncountable battles I still trusted it I charged at the knight and activated my skill [Cavalry Charge] At the tip of my spear was gathering a large amount of mana I also felt my horse galloping faster than normal.

Then my spear collided with his large shield, a huge explosion broke out, the leaves of the trees fell in piles, several nearby animals that heard the roar ran away as if a large predator had made its appearance.

When the dust had stopped covering my vision I realized that luckily my spear had made a big hole in his shield and even the spear had dared his forearm with which he was carrying the shield, I pulled my spear out of his forearm and heard how he groaned in pain and his broken shield had fallen, he no longer had any defense.

He looked quite tired and vulnerable I signaled for the immobile cavalry to attack I knew that their swords and spears would do nothing so we will use the horses as weapons but before making the first move, he had fallen to the ground although with a great effort he was trying to get up before that happened I moved my horse on top of him.

"Koff...koff..." coughed Camus who could hardly breathe even so he was always trying to stand up efforts held back by the big horse on my back I heard a voice above me, but I did not understand what it said, then I heard several horse steps behind me.

"Listen to me as it is obvious we will not be able to pierce his armor with our weapons, so we will only pass successively our horses over him" Thus a new infernal pain began for Camus.