A Novel Concept - He Who Eludes Death Chapter 76: The Curse of St. Helens

Safamu roared. His Tribulation was reaching its climax. As proof, the northern lights were beginning to disperse, and the last of the wisps were falling like cursed snowflakes. Unfortunately, most of them were touching the ground, reinforcing the final rune of the Tribulation.

The Earl felt both enraged and hopeful. Three different human armies surrounded him. One of them, the last to arrive, had been largely massacred by the animals. Knocked unconscious and transported under wisp fire, thousands of stupid humans had greatly helped the lion. Thanks to their unwitting sacrifice, the buried rune of St.Helens was far from having reached its full potential. A colossal amount of energy was building up in the ground, but Safamu was optimistic about his chances of survival.

However, not all humans had the IQ of a mosquito.

A strategist clearly commanded the second army. Positioned in the shelter of a small pine wood, the human troops attacked and defended intelligently. Their commander exploited the animals' weaknesses. Mainly, Safamu's subjects didn't work together. Worse, they regularly split up and found themselves isolated.

In addition, their physical advantages often made them careless. Many were lured into rudintary traps - camouflaged holes lined with stakes, snares placed on the ground, or thin ropes stretched between two trees. Their mobility was reduced, and their attacks blocked. Most humans were individually weak, but a thousand wounds would eventually overco the animals.

Nevertheless, so of the animals were thinking things through and managed to make the army bleed in return. The survivors would also be wary of traps in the future, which was positive from the Earl's point of view.

Unfortunately, there was a third army - the source of the lion's rage. Made up of around a hundred n and won, this group really wreaked havoc. The red-and-gold-clad warriors moved in small groups and effectively eliminated his troops. Each human was individually strong, and so were of Baron rank. Faced with their teamwork, the animals didn't stand a chance.

Safamu turned to his last Viscount. The latter was wreaking havoc in the ranks of the first army. Whispering to the wind, the lion ordered his subordinate to change targets. He would have taken care of it himself, but the humans were far from his Tribulation.

Suddenly, the ground shook. The last wisp had disappeared. The Tribulation was coming to an end.

The lion stood up proudly and roared.