Gerald quietly sighed. Having machines to automate most of this ti-consuming process would be so much easier.
"It seems you got the hang of it" Gerald stood up from the table and stretched his back, "I'm going ho now, I'll see you tomorrow, good night!"
He yawned and went to the door.
Alchemist Ashbrew was also tired already and had dark circles under his eyes, however, it seed that he would be having a sleepless night based on that excited look on his face.
"Ah, yes Good night!" the alchemist answered absentmindedly. He was currently busy writing all his thoughts into a book while his brain was still under the effect of the potion and his mind was still sharp.
For an old man like him, this potion was a godsend. He was worried that after another decade he would be too muddle-headed to operate normally, but now he had a chance to get his mind back to the peak working condition. Of course he would give it his all to not let this opportunity go.
***
Gerald returned to the mansion and absorbed another Essence Core before going to sleep. He had so many things to do and think about, it was honestly quite exhausting.
Teaching four girls chemistry, physics, and magic, as well as making deals with the Auction House, and refining Essence Cores after a hunt
He had too many things on his mind and a good quality sleep was a must.
***
It was a dark night under the mountains. The moonlight shined on the snow-covered mountain peaks in the north, but the village on the foot of the mountain was covered in darkness.
There was a distinctive reddish rock sticking out of the ground and pointing to the sky.
Quiet footsteps sounded out in the quiet night and many small shadows quickly advanced towards the village.
Among the wooden and mud-covered houses, the shadows rged and beca one, completely disappearing in the darkness.
Crack!
There was a loud sound of wood breaking and a door was thrown off its hinges, landing loudly on the floor.
"Who's there?!" A man's shout was heard and a dim light soon ca from one of the rooms. A horrified shout was soon heard from another house across the street and a fla suddenly erupted as the building was soon covered in flas.
Shouts and screams soon filled the village and people were waking up one after the other.
"Alarm! Fire! Everyone wake up! There's fire!" the village guard shouted and banged on a bell to wake everyone up.
People were running out of their houses confused and disordered. Most of them just woke up and had no idea what was going on. They were still in nightgowns and were barefooted and unard.
The night guard threw a torch on a pot of oil and lit it up for so light and then continued to shout and bang on the bell.
Suddenly, he felt a warm breath on his neck. He swiftly turned around and his eyes bulged out as his sight landed on a towering figure that was standing before him.
It was a hairy humanoid, more than two ters tall and clad in mismatching pieces of damaged tal armor, with a horrifying face, with small red eyes and big white fangs coming out of its mouth.
The guard almost forgot how to breathe from fear. His body trembled and his teeth clattered together. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
The beast slowly moved.
"Orc-!"
The guard's shout was cut short as his body was cleaved in two and his guts fell on the ground, with one half of his body landing on either side.
His shout was drowned out in horrified screams of the villagers as many small shadows erged from the darkness with wooden clubs and daggers in their tiny hairy hands.
The village was soon overrun with Goblins and the few n that managed to take a weapon and fight were soon buried underneath the swarm of screeching monsters.
One valiant soldier swung his sword, shouting and cleaving the beasts, but there were too many. He killed two with one swing and turned around to defend himself from those attacking his back.
Then suddenly, there was a pain coming from his right thigh. There was a crude arrow sticking out of his flesh. He turned his head and in the light of the flas, he saw a Hobgoblin sneering at him from the thatched roof.
The beast was mocking him with its gaze as it loaded another arrow on the bow.
There ca another sharp pain from his lower back. The child-sized beasts stabbed him with a hooked dagger and pulled on his flesh.
Then there was another. It jumped on his chest and dug its claws and teeth on his neck. Another Goblin bit him behind the knee, making him lose his balance and fall down.
Then his left eye suddenly went dark and a piercing pain erupted from his head. He scread in pain and turned his head, only to see one of the beasts lift a spiked club and bring it back down on him. Then the world went black.
He felt his arms and legs being held down and his body stabbed at least a dozen tis. The soldier scread at the top of his lungs, but then a rock was smashed on his face, breaking his teeth and filling his throat with blood.
Now only gurgling sounds ca from him as he choked on his won blood. The extre fear and panic were the only emotions he had before he died.
The sa things happened all over the Bloodhorn village. The males were brutally murdered and devoured, so of them even while still being alive, while the won were beaten up and dragged away into the darkness.
Stabbed, beaten, torn, cut apart, and devoured. Young and old, won and children, none of them were spared by the monsters.
Their blood-curdling screams filled the forest for many hours to co, and the trails of blood on the ground told the story of their struggles.
The mountain wind fanned the flas and the blaze expanded, all of it reflecting in the cold red eyes of an Orc.
The humanoid monster stood there, watching, observing. It did not join in the fight, instead, it was just standing there, silently, until the end.
As the first rays of daylight peaked over the mountains, the destruction was clear. Bloodhorn village was no more.
Blood and ash mixed with each other, forming a vomit-inducing sll of charred human flesh and feces.
Bodies covered the ground and dismbered corpses were scattered all over. Even the farm animals and pets weren't spared. The horses and cows burned in the stables while the chickens and ducks were trampled during the attack.
The fields of erald-green grains were trampled and burned, leaving a depressing black land of death.
Around noon a few travelers ca out of the forest. Almost imdiately they stopped and stood there as if petrified. The sight was just too horrifying to see.
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