Chapter 33: Dark future ahead.
Wind and fire twirled around Damon as he stood with his small frame gazing at the massive orc running his way. He could barely see the enemy but could accurately judge the distance between him and the orc based on the vibration below.
He couldn't help but inwardly confess how terrifying the orc race is. Every single member of an orc tribe is a warrior, including the women! The weakest amongst them are made orc scouts and disgraced. Yet, the weakest member of the group is capable of doing this much damage.
There are still Orc warlords, orc shamans, orc heroes, and more amongst their ranks which he is yet to meet. That explains why the world is terrified of them. It is undoubtedly that these people are the strongest force on the continent!
Bang!
Roar!
A loud cry erupted as the orc jumped above, shooting towards Damon with a first surging with wind and power! Damon stood there with shaky legs and a weak arm. He gazed at the figure descending but even then he didn't retreat.
The sphere of flame and wind in his hand was half the size of the first but none of that mattered to him, all he could think of now is doing his very best till the end.
The attack was obvious and with great effort, he took a light leap back!
Boom!
The ground where he once stood shattered under the power of the punch! Little rocks flew past him and some even grazed his face, leaving it with a few bloody cuts but none of that mattered now!
Die!
Damon's feet stomped the ground with the last of his strength as he pushed his hand forward with the fiery sphere. Right now all he could see is the exposed head of the enemy and when the ball of flame and wind smashed into it, it quickly lit up and exploded!
Bang!
Blood mixed with a mashed up brain scattered all around, pouring all over the youth!
Without the head, the body cannot function. The berserk mode may be powerful but it leaves the user open and prone to attacks!
"Checkmate" Damon said as his vision faded and his body fell to the ground without any resistance.
He completely lost control and all hopes of fighting back. It felt like everything shit down at once, putting him in a state of sleep.
Thud!
If Damon was awake, he probably would have passed out if he saw the headless orc scout stand again. Its hands were clenched together into a fist and raised. Ready to end the defenseless Damon!
Swoosh!
Bang!
Following a gust of wind, a figure stood with Damon in his hand, and with only his pinky finger extended, he stopped the orc attack!
Duke Hail gazed fiercely as his pinky finger was retracted and a powerful right hand shot forward but stopped before it could reach the enemy.
Boom!
The body of the orc swelled up, all in an instant, and exploded into a bloody paste! Its blood splattered everyone but surprisingly none could get on the young Duke.
His fierce gaze turned calm again as he turned his attention to the unconscious Damon in his hand. A smile bloomed on his face as he stroked his hair gently and said.
"You did well… you really did well" Duke Hail said at first but then the look on his face turned into one filled with pity and sorry.
"I know you have a lot of problems and it will only be selfish of me to drag you into all of this but my family needs you… I don't have a choice" Duke Hail said as his pinky finger extended again but this time his nail was pointy and sharp, almost looking like a claw!
It pierced into Damon's neck and with a gentle pull, it ran down his neck, revealing a deep and bloody gash! All through the process, the young Duke looked sorrowful and pained. He seemed sincere when he said he didn't want to drag Damon into this.
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"Combination magic. Combining his fire with the wind to create explosion magic. Smart." Pope Light couldn't help but praise Damon after everything that happened.
"That's what caught your attention? Shockingly, he was even able to achieve this in just a week or so after joining the academy. What is more shocking is that he was able to use such complex magic in such a complex situation. Only a top mage with high quality concentration can achieve this. This kid has a great future as a mage. It's a shame his mana reserves are too low… I can't believe I mistook honest talent for a guardian spirit host. I guess I owe him an apology" Kratos said thoughtfully after watching everything that happened.
"He would have been a great mage, it's a shame he has been tainted by the curse of the Hail family. I guess it's necessary to maintain the peace. The blood clan is becoming more daring and bold of recent. My Knights of lights are not as effective as those dogs." Pope Light said. He seemed genuinely sad Damon fell into the hands of the Hails.
The two great mages knew his life was about to get a thousand times more complicated and harder. The Hail family are only Dukes because they are the only ones capable of combating the ancient blood clan effectively. That's why the royal family treats them with respect.
"It's only natural your knights of light can't win. Those blood clan beings are too slippery and cunning. It takes a monster to beat a monster. That's why I always say Duke Hail is too dangerous. You shouldn't antagonize him too much or you may end up dying without knowing what killed you" Kratos said to Pope Light with a stern look.
"Me? Pope and Duke of the light family? Believer and chosen for the most high? Defeated by a dog? With all due respect, Archmage I feel offended by your words. When have I become so weak that anyone can take my life?" Pope Light said coldly.