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The Vagrant

"Shit.....Shit, how many of these fucking monsters should I kill more", said Frost the last Vagrant angrily in a hoarse voice. Follow the journey of the last Vagrant roaming across the lands killing monsters with the prophesied time approaching quickly. Can he fulfill the wishes of his predecessor's or will he die a cur's death while fullfiling his actions. ****** *This is an original story and not copied from anyone* Author's note- The story will be extremely dark, so read on your own accord and this story is influenced by 'The Witcher' although I have never really read the actual book, but I have only watched the series and that too not completely. The cover used for this novel does not belong to me, so you can dm me at discord or comment below in the novel, if you want me to remove the cover. Discord username: 'sidd#2578'

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Ghouls

"Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaaa!!!",was the sound which Frost heard with his enhanced senses and adrenaline rush that he was currently experiencing in this situation.

Elwood ran away into one of the gaps and dashed the slow and sloppyly approaching ghouls and created a gap in which it could escape while stopping some of the ghouls in the process.

Elwood knew it would only get in the way while Frost was fighting which resulted in it making some distance between himself and Frost.

The ghouls approached Frost's position slowly and Frost appeared calm and collected. Frost slowly sheathed his white broadsword with a hilt made out of monster bones.

When an ghoul appeared in front of him, Frost swung his sword smoothly holding his broadsword with one of his hand immediately decapitating the ghoul.

Blood splurted out of its head with a sound of 'Sssssssss' accompanying it and after the ghoul's head was cut, it moved a few steps and fell with its chest laying on the ground filled with dried leaves.

The other ghouls did not stop their advances and slowly moved towards Frost who did not move from his original position but kept his stance preparing to take on the ghouls when they enter his zone.

Ghouls kept walking near moths attracted to flames while Frost kept slicing the ghoul's. Some in the head with blood shooting upwards like a fountain, while slicing some in the stomach which resulted in their intestines bursting from their lower stomach.

Stench of rotten blood started filling the area where the slaughter was talking place.

The thing which made Ghouls terrifying was the fact that they come in endless hordes which can extend the fight for a couple of hours.

Thr ghouls did not stop their advances and Frost remained in the same place swinging his broadsword painting the place with deep crimson red.

The onslaught continued for a few hours with Frost swinging his broadsword nonstop.

Frost's whole body was bathed with a mixture of sweat and rotten blood of ghouls.

The Ghouls while moving mindlessly towards Frost like a moth mindlessly flying towards a flame, started coming in huge numbers at the same time.

Frost while killing the ghouls felt his fatigue after a few hours, as his swings started to lose their speed and force while slaughtering the ghouls.

The ghouls slowly surrounded Frost as they close the distance between them.

When the ghouls surrounded Frost, he lowered his sword and pointed his sweaty hands towards the horde of ghoul.

He chanted a word 'Schockwelle' silently and all the ghouls got blown away with their bodies tattered. This force which was released through Frost's hands was magic and Frost after chanting and launching the spell looked at his bloodied and sweaty hands with a frown.

He spoke for the first time in a few hours with an irritated expression," Shit, I did not want to use this shitty power".

He repeated the word for a few times while pointing his hands towards the ghouls in different directions and all the surroundings ghouls were blown away with their bodies disfigured.

The sun started to rise and the number of ghouls lessened to a few tens. Noticing this, Frost ran away and hid behind a rotten tree to take a breather for a few seconds.

While the ghouls closed the distance towards Frost. He started preparing himself for the final killings.

The sound of dried leaves being slowly stepped filled the surroundings and Frost paid deep attention to it while resting.

The sound of dried leaves being stepped closed in and Frost sheathed his broadsword which was reeking of ghoul blood.

When Frost was preparing to attack, he heard a different sound and turned towards the direction of the sound.

What came to Frost's view next surprised him!, as he could see Elwood running quickly towards his direction majestically.

"neighhhhhh.....!!!", said the black horse and rushed towards the direction of Frost.

Frost noticed a Ghoul closing in and prepared for the attack, but did not need to do anything as Elwood quickly came and dashed the ghoul sending it flying.

The ghoul had butted against a dried tree after being basically flown away by Elwood. Elwood pridefully went towards the fallen ghoul and stomped its chest.

Blood started splurting out of the ghoul's mouth by the force of Elwood's stomp in its chest.

Frost slowly walked towards Elwood and swung down his broadsword against the fallen ghoul's neck.

Frost started stroking Elwood's neck and started speaking,: "Now, that's my girl. Come lets beat the shit out of these ghouls".

Frost climbed Elwood's back and started riding her. He ordered her to start moving in different directions eventually passing through the ghoul's, so he could slice their necks quickly while moving.

After a few rounds of moving with Elwood and slicing dozens of ghoul's neck. Only a few remained which were quickly taken care of by Frost and Elwood.

Frost looked exhausted and unsheathed his bloodied broadsword. He slowly positioned his neck towards Elwood's long back neck and closed his eyes after speaking the following sentences.

"Partner, let me rest a bit and you slowly drift towards the unknown forest ahead of you without worrying about any dangers".

Frost's eyes which were had turned into deep crimson colour returned to its normal colour with all the bulging veins near the surrounding of his eyes disappearing.

Elwood neighed and started walking towards the forests with Frost resting behind its back.

After a few hours of traveling with Frost awaken and walking beside Elwood.

Frost discovers chopped trees while moving with Elwood which was a sign of a settlement in the area.

Frost after walking a few hundred meters finds a small village which gave a unpleasant vibe.

Frost gasped in surprise as it was very unusual for a small settlement to be present in this area.

He thought to himself: 'Shit, have I missed something important while sleeping, guess I have to visit one of those whores for information'.

Frost entered the wooden gate which was the village entrance, he noticed that it was in tatters and started moving towards one of the huts.

He knocked the rundown hut a few times which gave him no response. He banged the door and forcefully entered the small hut, but what he saw inside left him unusually surprised.

After being unusually surprised, Frost started speaking to himself,:"Shit!!, shit do I have to deal with his now".