Bloop!
Passing through the Barrier protecting Lysimork is easier than I expected. I thought we were required to throw so Spells to weaken it before passing through it, but we could just casually pass through it.
I am sure it must have been thanks to Haletha though. She is one of the rulers of Lysimork—in fact, the ruler who holds the highest authority over it—so she must know how to "ta" the Barrier.
Upon entering Lysimork, the Guardians who stay inside imdiately show themselves. They have been hiding in the trees in our surroundings, shooting us down with their arrows as they co out.
I imdiately activate [Senbonzakura] and spread five thousands of the petals it made through the air by swinging Rexorem graciously. So of the Guardians look afraid, but the others are questioning themselves what I am doing.
Their answer cos soon enough.
"Guhak! W-What is this?!"
"I-Impossible!"
"No, my body!"
The unfortunate Guardians who get shredded by the petals only register the pain after they lose their balance. All of them are screaming in disbelief as they fall from the trees, and die instantly as soon as they hit the ground.
Whizz! Whizz!
Soon enough, my fellow Warriors and I are trading attacks with the Warriors. Most of us are overpowering them, but that doesn't an we can scoff at their arrows.
The arrows are even more absurd than the last ti. These arrows are destructive enough to almost crack my decently made Barrier.
It might not sound impressive, but it is worth to be noted that, in average, these guys can shoot up to seven arrows per second. Now, there are hundreds of them in our surroundings, so you can imagine how fearso the arrows actually are.
If I just keep blocking the arrows with my Barrier, I will get it destroyed in less than ten seconds, which is why I keep dodging or parrying the arrows as many as I can; all the while protecting Haletha and Arieda.
Burst!
"No, Layland, not here too!"
It is actually quite funny that Haletha didn't expect to tell Genelos to use his fire breath in Lysimork even after what I have done a few minutes prior. I an, I don't even care about the entire forest—why should I care about a couple of wooden houses?
"Don't worry, I am not going to burn the whole place down. I am just going to distract these bastards," I assure.
Lysimork, by the end of the day, will beco ours. Doing too much damage to it will only burden Verniculos Kingdom financially since we can not just abandon it after the resources we have spent on conquering it.
Because of that, all I do is just so minor arson, which will not bring an irreversible damage to the environnt. Besides, the forest is not an ordinary forest; it will not be easily eaten up by fire because it has Magic protecting it.
I just want to cause the Dark Elves to panic by doing this, and judging by Haletha's reaction, it works. The Dark Elves care too much about the forest to realize it is not as fragile as they think.
"What is this nonsense? Haletha, how dare you?!"
I feel like I have seen this scene before: soone suddenly showing up, and saying so similar words. Dark Elves seem to be very fond of this kind of entrance, don't they?
"Put an end to your lunacy now! What do you think you are doing collaborating with the Demons to invade your own ho?!"
"Shut your hole, you traitorous bastard! You have no right to lecture —I am just reclaiming sothing that is rightfully mine!"
The person who has just shown himself is none other than one of the rulers of Lysimork, Iorael, whose family has been trying their best to slay Haletha for the past hundred years.
He wears a green battle armor, which I am sure is a Relic. He has a rapier in his right hand, which ans he relies a lot on his agility in battle.
I am fast, but I don't think I can face him with Rexorem. If we decided to fight, we would definitely end up in a stalemate: his offense must be amazing, but my defense should be able to counter it, which wouldn't bring us anywhere.
Whizz!
An arrow has just whizzed past , almost scratching my mask. "These bastards are resilient, aren't they?"
We have stopped advancing ever since Iorael showed up. Advancing will only bring us an unnecessary danger since it will an we are turning our backs on him, thus we stay hovering in the air.
The Guardians who are lucky to remain alive keep sending us arrows, and it is really annoying. Despite the fact that we are rapidly killing them, we don't feel like we are reducing their number.
"Haletha, just kick that bastard's ass! I'll cover you."
"Wait!"
I imdiately tell Genelos to fly toward Iorael after I said my piece. Haletha has no other choice than telling Vibiane to catch up to , so she can engage in battle with Iorael.
I can't stand being the practice target for the Guardians anymore. The smug look on Iorael's face is irritating too, so I want to wipe it clean off his face.
Whoosh!
A quite dangerous projectile has just been hurled at , but I successfully dodged it. It was likely a product of one of the Dark Elf's Secret Arts, because I don't recall you can control woods or anything related to plants with Magic.
Well, except for those who can utilize Earth Energy: Forest Spirits, and the Elven Race with their Secret Arts.
Burst!
In return for sending the mini tree, I present the accursed Dark Elf Genelos' fire breath—the real one this ti. It is hot enough to properly char the bark of the tree to a crisp upon contact, and instantly roast the Dark Elf before it.
"This disrespectful, human! Let punish you for ruining our environnt!" Iorael shouts.
"Oh, shit, there is a Greenpeace activist here!" I retort sarcastically.
The bastard is pointing his rapier at , making a gesture as if he is going to penetrate . He is using Mana fortunately; so, with my mask, I can tell what he is about to do.
Imdiately jumping off Genelos' back, much to the bastard's bewildernt, I land on the branch he is standing on. Seven Guardians appear out of nowhere and co rushing at , but a re swing of Rexorem is enough to bisect all of them at once.
"Tsk! What a resilient pest!"
Whoosh!
Iorael imdiately concentrates his Mana at the tip of his rapier. He is forcing into a situation where I have no choice but to forget about offense, and focus on defense by blocking his attack with Rexorem.
Swish!
"What?!"
Unfortunately for him, I am not as easy as he thought. Instead of following his scenario, I swiftly swap Rexorem to a pair of Green Ranked Daggers, and dodge the course of his attack.
He, in the end, decided to forget his attack. He imdiately changes his stance, so he can sohow counter with another attack.
Clank! Clank!
He realized countering daggers with his rapier is stupid just before I cut open his abdon, which is not well protected by his armor. He swiftly makes a downward motion, deflecting one of my daggers before deflecting the others.
Afterwards, he imdiately makes a distance. He knows he won't be able to win against in such a close distance.
Just as I am about to chase after him, I feel an overwhelming pressure behind . My instinct is screaming in alarm, so I imdiately jump off the tree branch.
"Layland!" I hear Haletha shout.
Boom!
As I wait for Genelos to catch my body, I take a good look at the Elf who has almost pulverized with his mace. Elorand is burly, but this one is just on another level.
Elves are tall in general—6'2" tall in average—but it is very rare to see a 7'4" tall Elf whose body is as thick as a tree trunk. Without his youthful face and pointy ears, this Dark Elf will definitely look like a human addicted to steroids.
"Layland, that was cool, but dangerous nonetheless! Don't try that stunt without discussing it with first!" Genelos exclaims after catching .
"That was a very risky stunt you pulled there, Layland," Eliseus remarks as she brings her Wyvern flying close to Genelos.
"Iorael is ready. Be careful of every action you take!" Haletha warns as soon as the Wyvern she is riding is flying beside .
"I know," I reply. "I did that to uncover all of the guards he has." Shaking my head faintly, I say, "You two can take on Iorael and that burly Dark Elf now. I am going to take on the still hiding bastard by myself."
"So, you do realize," Eliseus comnts.
"I even have an inkling of who he is."
The presence of this person is uncannily familiar. I don't want to hope much, but I still can't help smirking in ecstasy.
"One of the Heroes is here."
The bastard, who has been camouflaging, reveals himself a second after my remark. He then looks at sceptically, doing his best to hide his disbelief.
I recognize the bastard's face. He is one of Mark's cronies—my forr torntor.
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