(Part Two)
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| An Orc Horde of Gremion |
This is all too easy, Adler thinks. I know that Freidle is burnt down and the
enemy is vulnerable, and the Dark Forces won’t hand the city over without a
fight, no matter how decimated their numbers are. They must’ve placed troops
inside, so we Borgians must guide them!
With that thought, he turns back and
shouts, ‘Fellow Borgians! I know you are fatigued and injured from the many
battles you fought, but please, lend me your strength one more time. Our
comrades are being led into a trap, and we must guide them to avoid it, because
we know Freidle the best.
I’m sorry
for being absent when Borgia was taken, and now I shall pay for it in full! So,
ARE YOU WITH ME?’
‘YEA! FOR
BORGIA! FOR FREIDLE!’ All Borgian troops shout thunderously, raising their
weapons, banging their shields and sorts. They’re one step away from reuniting
with their families, and nothing can come between them now.
With
Deathblade in hand, Adler rides his horse, galloping in full speed into the
chaos. All people there are engaged in fierce combat. The friendly ones push
themselves away from their enemies to give way to Adler’s squad and let the
Viscount clean the enemies off his path.
CRASH!
CRASH! The black greatsword swipes through the enemies like raping a wheat
field with a sickle.
A huge and
grotesque abomy is in Adler’s way, and FWOOSH! It blows poisonous gas towards
him. The knowledgeable Paladin kicks his horse’s belly so it sways to the
right, avoiding the poison cloud altogether.
And then,
CRASH-CRASH-CRASH-CRASH-CRASH! He slashes five times in a half-breath with Fingers of the Blade, splitting the
abomy into five parts. SPLUSSSH! The rotten meat and poisonous belly in it
spill everywhere!
Soon, Adler
arrives in front of his troops. He pushes his way into the burnt-down city
gate, and is astonished to see what’s inside. What the hive...
The whole
area is filled with sticky, great cobwebs, and a few hundred troops are trapped
on it like flies. It’s like a city of spiders.
‘WHOA!!’
Adler tries to stop his horse by pulling its bridle real hard, but the horse’s
legs are already in the sticky cobweb. Adler slashes downwards several times
and severs the cobwebs on his horse’s feet. Soon, sensing that somebody broke
their ‘home’, a swarm of giant spiders looms towards him. The trapped soldiers
become lunch fro the eight-legged freaks. So
this is the trap... Darn it!
Adler
splits a giant spider with Pouncing Tiger
Slash. Another group comes, and he unleashes a combo of slashes, Tusks of Myriad Elephants and eliminates
all enemies.
Yet, more
and more spiders come.
Damn! This is more than I can handle!
Adler quickly turns his horse around, leaps
over the cobwebs and gallops to the gate, where the troops are still fighting
outside the city. And then, a single person comes running into the city towards
him. It’s Agustina Vyrakova, the Ice Sorceress.
Shocked,
Adler shouts, ‘MOVE BACK, TINA! IT’S A TRAP!’
FYAASSCHHH!!!
The Blizzard blows, freezing everything in
his path: giant spiders, cobwebs, anything, even the unfortunate soldiers –
they were done for, anyway.
So,
Kyflynn’s voice is heard, ‘NOW, TROOPS! ATTACK!!!’
This
proceeding makes Adler think. Now, that
explains why only Tina and I are in the city. Kyflynn must’ve scouted ahead,
saw this trap and warned Dar’gum and the other generals. He then went to the
back, picked Tina up and brought her here. He has made such quick decisions in
split seconds. Such a deed worthy of a Paladin from a foul-mouthed assassin!
And I just made a fool of myself by charging alone into
the city...
He pours out all his shame and anger by
splitting another giant spider in halves with another Pouncing Tiger Slash jump slash.
BBRUUALLLL!!!
The living
battering ram, Barudan breaks through the wall already brittle from the fire,
and it seems having a good time, trampling over frozen giant spiders like
people stepping on bugs. The behemoth charges further in, until a force stops
it.
On top of
it, Dar’gum looks puzzled, ‘Why stopping, Barudan?’
Comes a
voice to answer, but it isn’t Barudan’s, ‘Because I made him stop.’
‘Who the
hell are you?’ The orc yells.
The speaker
comes in sight: a knight in all-black armor. He walks on his two human feet,
and the four spider legs on his back are flailing menacingly. His helmet looks
like a bat, with an obvious pair of bat wings on its side. On his hand, the
notorious Carrion Lance emits dark aura, ready to devour another victim*). He
points it at the behemoth.
(* Carrion Lance: Of the twelve Adair’s Arsenal, it has a
power of vampirism: sucking the blood dry from any victim it penetrates if it
stays long enough. Look at the chapter ‘Fight Another Day’ for an obvious
example of it.
Barudan still doesn’t budge. Truly, the lance (and its
wielder) is immensely powerful. Still, driven by his aggressive nature, Dar’gum
leaps from the gigantic monster’s back and drives his great axe, Il Khatl J’nadh to split his opponent in
two. ‘GHR’OAK! Eat this, you gorged
gut!’
C’THANG!
The
supposedly unblockable earth-reinforced skill, the Landsplitter Quake is blocked! The axe stops in its path, resting
on the tip of the lance. Dar’gum can’t believe his eyes, but his wisdom leads
him to accept the fact that a concentrated power and precision can neutralize
brute power.
A single jerk from Nöac pushes the axe back.
The Black Prince shifts his lance a bit and it drills towards a new target:
Dar’gum’s heart!
‘Orcs.
Always so predictable,’ says Nöac mockingly.
CLUNK!
This time,
the lance is parried! And the weapon that blocks it is another one of Adair’s
Arsenal, Kraal’shazar!
The Spider Knight turns and sees Adler who
says, ‘Step aside, Dar’gum. He’s mine.’
Clearly,
Deathblade is stronger a weapon than the mythril-forged Carrion Lance. To
suppress that fact, the Black Prince begins to taunt the Viscount.
‘You
cowardly maggots! Teaming up against one enemy. It seems the Light Side isn’t
as chivalrous as they always boasted to be. I, Nöac the Black Prince am so
disappointed.’
To this,
Adler responds, ‘HAHAHA! Now you sound like a jittery little spider. Mind you,
I, Adler von Bachmann, Viscount of Thull-Bergam, native of Borgia am your more
suitable opponent. Plus, my fight with you is personal, because you killed my
mentor, Sir Heinrich Ratzinger.’
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