Chapter 10 - Battle

The Orc's footsteps in his run seemed to create small earthquakes, despite his enormous stature, his agility seemed to ignore the laws of physics, making his body look like a blur.

Kaesir and his group were 10 meters away from colliding with the Orc.

Until the Orc's movements changed. When the Orc suddenly dropped to its knees, building up momentum, it jumped. His body soared and dashed dozens of meters into the sky in a single thrust.

His intention was to kill the small humans in the distance first.

Landing among the few barbarians who were still conscious. Landing it caused a great tremor, kicking up dust and crushing the unlucky ones that were beneath its feet. The Orc rose and swung its axe, tearing through everything and everyone in its path.

"FREY!" Kaesir roared desperately.

Enveloping his entire body in aura, Kaesir had a huge boost in his leap, leaping more than 10 meters away in a single step.

The Orc, noticing the presence of something moving quickly, swung his ax towards the rocket-like Kaesir.

Clang

A strong sound of metal and sparks filled the battlefield.

Kaesir's spear collided with the Orc's axe. The stalemate created by the impact of their blades seemed to create wind pressure that became visible to the naked eye.

Still, face to face Kaesir did not endure for long. Being sent flying backwards like a comet, landing kicking up dust.

The other three Novice Knights moved in unison, surrounding the Orc from all directions.

The Orc lowered his great axe, putting it back, his strength gathered. Spinning his feet, his ax began to swirl, becoming a true tornado, creating storms of wind, which pushed and cut all the humans around him.

Drake stared in disbelief at the massive Orc, who wore a sneer, looking down on the small beings who had been forced into submission. The Orc's gaze coolly swept all the small beings around him before settling on Drake.

Drake felt like he was being watched by a superior being. His gaze was causing an unearthly heaviness in Drake, sending a shiver down his spine.

Gritting his teeth, he kept his gaze directed at the Orc, which seemed to irritate him.

The Orc started walking towards Drake. His slow steps crushed the barbarians who were unconscious under his feet, turning them like meat paste.

With each step, it was as if a small mountain was closing in on Drake. When Drake entered the Orc's attack range, he raised his ax with one hand, readying himself for a casual attack.

His ax followed the trajectory of a side attack, intent on quickly squashing this insect. The blur caused by the ax seemed to be ripping through space itself. To Drake's eyes, the ax appeared to be the size of a small planet.

Gritting his teeth, his pupils turned red. Raising his hands, placing his sword so that it protected the entire length of his body, he gave a small push to his feet, allowing his body to go adrift.

The huge ax landed on his sword, which protected the entire line of his body.

Clang

With a whirring and slicing wind, Drake was sent flying like a comet hundreds of feet, his body bouncing, touching the ground only for his body to reverse its momentum through the air.

When his momentum weakened, his body was dragged across the floor kicking up dust. He had been thrown more than 50 meters away.

A mess of blood spread all over his body, mixing with the blood of the goblins he had killed.

Drake slowly got to his feet, with little spasms he assessed his body situation. He managed to lessen the impact of the attack, allowing it to be thrown far, the base of his sword was the full length of his torso. Causing some of his ribs to crack.

Looking at the Orc, who was watching him with a surprised expression, Drake tried to use his brain to think of a way out.

Kaesir in the distance, had risen to his feet, with a bestial cry, charged towards the Orc. His translucent white aura enveloped his body. His spear blade danced like a serpent, making its way to one of the Orc's legs.

The Orc was taken by surprise. Kaesir's attack was able to make a deep cut in one of the Orc's ankles, severing one of its tendons.

With a snarl, the Orc glared at Kaesir, his eyes blazing like fire. With the muscles in his arm contracting, his ax headed towards Kaesir.

Clang

Clang

Clang

Sparks erupted as their weapons connected.

With each exchange, Kaesir was pushed back a few steps. He was managing to hold it off at a slight disadvantage, while the three Novice Knights, who had just recovered, attacked the Orc.

Being from the same group, the Three Novice Knights moved in sync, managing to cause small attacks on the Orc, their weapons followed in sync. Causing a considerable amount of blood to appear on the Orc's injured leg.

In the distance, Drake was running toward the fight. If they didn't kill this Orc now, there would be no possibility that he would leave this hill alive. His pupils glowed a red hue, blood was running under his skin, turning him slightly red.

Every time his footsteps touched the ground, his body would appear a few meters away. In less than 5 seconds he had reached the battle, before it reached its peak.

Kaesir was keeping the Orc busy, while the three Novice Knights were focused on destroying one of the Orc's legs.

Drake approached, the strong wind pressure caused by his movement making his hair sway in the wind. His eyes, were focused on the leg that was still uninjured, his Achilles tendon more precisely.

His body moved at a speed that seemed to have an afterimage right behind him, the red glow of his eyes creating a red track line in the darkness. On his last step, before he reached the distance of his target, his sword was positioned to deal more damage, taking advantage of the speed of his thrust.

With muffled sound

Drake's sword caught in the Orc's tendon, while Drake himself lost his balance, stumbling and being thrown wide.

The orc let out a roar, kneeling down as one of his hands shielded the tendon that had been injured. Taking advantage of the opening, Kaesir and the three Novice Knights attacked at the same time.

Kaesir's Spear was aimed at the Orc's neck, as the Novice Knights attacked the Orc's legs. The Orc was being forced to defend itself, which was causing more damage to its body.

Drake, standing in the distance, smiled. If everything went at this rate, they would soon be able to kill the Orc. But Drake felt something, the discomfort he was feeling still lingered, even seeing the weakened state of the Orc.

Glancing around, Drake looked at the mess that appeared around him, the corpses of goblins and barbarians littering the battlefield. The few that had survived were now groaning and agonizing in pain.

A regretful expression appeared on Drake's face. From the short time he spent with the barbarians, he enjoyed their company.

Looking into the distance over the hills, Drake looked for the reason that was causing the discomfort. Vision of him ran all over the horizon, as far as his eyes could see.

Until he saw something.

In the distance, he saw a hooded figure.

The figure had its two hands raised above its head.

Above his head, what looked like a magic circle began to glow a fiery red.

The urgency inside Drake grew, he felt as if the scythe of death itself was attached to his neck. This figure's danger level surpassed Orc by multiple times. He had to run.

Drake yelled.

"RUN!"

The sky was full of stars on that dark night, there was a beautiful moon that illuminated the world with its silver light.

Above the battlefield, a ball of fire began to form. Rapidly growing, resembling a small sun. Creating a beautiful contradictory view of the darkness that enveloped the night, causing the sky to light up in an orange color. Composed of an artificial sun that seemed to want to burn everything around it.

The ball of fire that was soaring into the sky. It suddenly fell.

Heading exactly towards the weakened Orc