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In The Previous Chapter
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Escanor- And what will we do?
Merlin- For now let's keep an eye on him, but if he tries something against us i–
Escanor- I'll take care of it myself…
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After a 3 hour walk Faraam found himself among the trees of a small forest, he walked slowly while singing a little melody.
Faraam- ♫ Country roads… take me home… To the place… I belong♫
A few meters away a group of 20 men watched Faraam walking unnoticed.
Bandit 1- Boss are you sure you want to rob that... retard.
Boss Bandit- hmmm … I've been looking at his armor … he must have a lot of money in that backpack.
Bandit 2- I think it's a bad idea boss … he can be an adventurer and he's heading towards the great wall I –
Chief Bandit- You nothing, I'm the boss and I decide, you take nine more with you and attack from behind and I with the rest of the group and attack from the front.
Faraam- 'I smell shit'
From the middle of the forest the bandits all jumped onto the small path surrounding the adventurer in front of Faraam was the bandit leader a two meter man who carried an ax in his hands.
Faraam- 'Speaking of shit… who are these penguins?'
Bandit Chief- Give us everything you're carrying and your armor right away… and you won't be in trouble.
Faraam- And who are you?
Boss Bandido- You don't care to know about it boy… enough talk and give me everything right away.
Faraam- [Eye of Ashel]
[You received a new objective: kill all the bad guys.]
[Reward: ѱ x 3 , [Lightning Spear]]
Status
Name: Samm Lawson
Title: Chief Bandit
(+30sp's in Str and Vit, a title achieved from the murder and robbery of several unnoticed people)
Affiliation:
Dark Mask(Boss)
Race: Human
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HP: 12000/12000 MP: 5000/5000
Lore: A man who since childhood was known for his aggressiveness, he is also responsible for selling his family as slaves to a nobleman from the Kingdom of Draliri, after such events he joined the Dark Hand Guild and rose through the ranks up to get kicked out for trying to kill the Guild elder. This man traveled across the continent in an attempt to escape the assassins of the Dark Hand and now found himself in Herannor doing 'business'.
Faraam- 'Better check out the other thugs... if they are as strong as he is, its impossible to win'
Faraam then used his ability again on a random bandit.
Status
Name: Fodel Frost
Title: Bandit.
(+1 sp's in Str and Vit)
Affiliation:
Dark Mask(Member)
Race: Human
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HP: 1000/1000 MP: 500/500 (↓ 00)
Lore: An egg is more interesting than this guy …
Faraam- 'Well … that's a different kind of fucked up '
Faraam- I'm going to count to 3 … and if you stay in front of me … your heads will kiss the ground.
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Chief Bandit- Hahaha … fool, attack …
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Faraam- I gave you a chance.
Like a thunder strike In his hand appeared his old spear and quickly the adventurer decapitated the 19 thugs and attacked their Chief, the player looked like a lighting cutting thought the bandits, but the Chief more wisely dodged the attack and kneed Faraam in the stomach.
[HP: 15400/15400 (-800)]
[2000 xp x19]
[You have leveled up x 3]
Faraam- Cough Cough …
Boss Bandit- What a fucking monster you are… you killed all my accomplices, you shits…
Faraam-Ha … haha … don't worry you'll join them now … [Gods Blessing]
Bandit Chief- HAAAAAAAA
In a loud roar the man lunged at Faraam trying a top-down blow with the weapon, but thanks to the superior speed he easily dodged and kneed him in the man's face.
[Head bandit HP: 10000/12000(-2000)]
Chief Bandit- My nose you bastard… I'll kill you…
Faraam just showed a macabre smile on his face, taking his spear he advanced on the bandit chief and penetrated the man's chest with the spear. Faraam just looked into the man's eyes as he slowly died.
Faraam- When you get to hell say it was Faraam who sent you… and apologize for the inconvenience.
In another move, the adventurer removed the spear from the bandit's chest and decapitated the man.
[15000 xp]
Faraam- 'Well that was easy ….'
[You have leveled up x 2]
[You successfully completed the quest]
[Reward: ѱ x 3, [Lightning Spear]]
Faraam- Finally they're all dead … system show me what this [Lightning Spear] thing is.
System- Of course sir player… here it is.
Status
Name: Lightning Lance (lvl 0/300)
(An ancient spell that was designed by an ancient dragon hunter, this spell is focused on creating a lightning spear in the user's hands and releasing it later. This spell is known for its raw power that with the proper amount of mana applied can accumulate gigantic power.)
Mp cost per use: 300 - Variable
Damage: Player int x 10 + 300 (or Mana used)
Bonus: Lightning Spear (0/300)(Every 100 levels the damage done by the skill increases by 10x)
Faraam- Damn … I'm Thor now … I'm going to test it [Lightning Spear]
In Faraam's left hand appeared a lightning spear five meters long due to Faraam having concentrated 5000 Mp in the attack. And then he lassoed the magic in front of him, destroying everything in its path until the magic disappeared a few miles away.
Faraam- I .. liked it … hahaha…. Even though my fucking hand is numb... now heading for the wall.
Two days later
After meeting the group of bandits, Faraam continued his voyage calmly and now found himself approaching the great wall that covered the entire border between the two countries.
Faraam- ♫ Country roads… take me home… To the place…holly shitos♫ … it seems I've arrived … this is further than Narnia, this turd …
At the top of the wall several guards looked at this strange person with curiosity as normally no one ever went to this place.
Faraam continued his walk until he reached a gate that covered a considerable part of the wall, beside this there is a smaller gate where soldiers probably go to patrol.
*Nock Nock*
???- What are you boy?
Faraam- My name is Faraam and I was sent by his royal majesty to investigate a problem in the lands of Azeroth.
The door was then opened and behind it was a slim man covered in black armor.
???- Follow me boy I'll take you to the captain …
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TO BE CONTINUED...