A few monts later, two groups of roughly ten individuals charged out of the forest. One of the groups was under Halls’ command, while the other received orders from Guan Yu.
Since it was a matter of urgency, Halls and Guan Yu hurried over imdiately with those who had decent mobility.
"How is soone like him a Lieutenant of the War Brigade?" Guan Yu scoffed.
"Forget about him, brother. Guys like that aren’t worth batting an eye over. Let’s focus on taking care of these Ogres first. I’ll handle the one on the left while you support the squad on the right. As for Ikaris—I don’t think we’ll have to worry about him." Halls said with a grin as he moved off to assist with the Ogre Protector.
When Broken Karp saw the new wave of reinforcents exit from the forest, he felt a sense of relief. In this event, one had a limited number of lives depending on their rank; therefore, each life was precious. After all, the longer one participated in the event, the better their chances of obtaining rewards.
Unlike those elite or core players in guilds, people like Broken Karp and many like him were not paid a salary of any kind. They depended heavily on important events and countless hours of farming to make a sowhat reasonable living or even as an extra inco source.
After seeing that Ikaris was not making an effort, he secretly sent a ssage to one of the players he knew at the nearby outpost asking for reinforcents.
Unfortunately, the person he ssaged was only a 10-Man Squad Leader, and it was not as if they could dismiss their assigned responsibilities. In the end, even though that player said they would try asking their Lieutenant for help, Broken Karp did not hold any high expectations. In the back of his mind, he had already accepted that he would lose one of his lives. So, to see that not one but two Lieutenants ca to assist them, Broken Karp was filled with gratitude.
Ikaris, on the other hand, looked mildly annoyed by the sudden appearance of Halls and Guan Yu.
"Young lord, two Lieutenants from your Division have arrived as reinforcents. Should we provide assistance?" One of the n standing guard near Ikaris inford.
"Your purpose is to serve and protect —that’s all. This entire conflict is beneath soone of the Juhstiss family. What would the other guys think of back ho if they knew I spent all day hanging around so commoners? I don’t know why my father insisted I serve on the frontlines. Tch, doesn’t that old man care about his son’s well-being? He should have at least made it so that I was given the rank of General. Well, whatever. Let those two commoners make themselves useful and settle it." Ikaris said mockingly.
"But young lord, what about Captain-" The guard tried to protest; however, he was silenced with a glare from Ikaris.
"What about the Captain? Do you think that commoner Captain is foolish enough to go against ? Hmph, if he doesn’t know his place, then I’ll make sure he learns it." Ikaris smirked.
"Oh? That’s an interesting conversation you’re having there. Tell , who is it that’s going to make your Captain learn their place?" A voice sounded from sowhere behind Ikaris.
"Who-!" Ikaris turned around to see who dared listen in on him speaking without his permission. However, just before he could turn, Ikaris felt sothing scorching hot shoot right over his head!
Neither Ikaris nor his guards had ti to react as a giant hand made of flas erged from a fireball that was initially the size of a fist. This hand of flas sped at the barrier in the distance that shielded the Ogre magic casters and crashed into it with a great destructive force!
Crack! BOOOOOM!
The sound of a loud explosion followed by an intense wave of heat flooded the battlefield as the barrier shattered under the force of the flas. However, it did not stop there as the hand of flas continued onward and engulfed the Ogre magic casters in a sea of fire. In turn, this interrupted the spells being channeled by the Ogre magic casters and caused the buffs on the Ogre Protectors to deactivate. In the blink of an eye, the mighty Ogre Protectors returned to their status as regular elite monsters!
Ikaris felt cold sweats run down his back. If that fla had been just a few milliters lower, he would have been incinerated! At first, he was fearful; however, that fear swiftly shifted to anger.
"You fool! Do you have any idea who you just almost hit?! What’s your na?! I’ll be sure to write a full report and get you kicked out of the War Brigade! Guards, apprehend this-" Ikaris shouted as he sprung to his feet to confront the recent arrival. But, Ikaris quickly halted his words as his heart sunk and an expression of fear returned to his face.
"You want to apprehend ? You can try. That is—if you have the strength to do so."
NPC Na: War Brigade 5th Unit Commander of the 21st Legion Lances Pride, The Hand of Flas(???)
NPC Level: ???
NPC HP: ???(100%)
The one who arrived before Ikaris was Lances, a mber of the Pride Clan that Izroth t during his participation in the second team’s selection.
While Lances appearance had not changed much, there was sothing different about him. The aura that encompassed him held a higher quality of refinent than the one he possessed back at the Sky Palace.
Although it had only been a little more than ten days since Lances participated in the second team’s selection, it roughly added up to a whole month when taking into account the 1:3 ti ratio.
Lances had not grown complacent after obtaining his spot on the second team. With a glance, one could tell that he did not spend his ti idling about since the selection ended.
Ikaris was frightened to his core. Lances was not just so commoner Commander but a mber of the Pride Clan!
The Pride Clan was a well-known powerhouse that gave birth to several legendary realm figures every generation. While they were not officially affiliated with any kingdom, they resided within Amaharpe’s territory and were on friendly terms with its ruler. It was to the point that the ruler of Amaharpe would have to show respect to the head of the Pride Clan!
Lances was the grandson of the current Pride Clan head and revered as a generational talent. A minor noble family like Juhstiss was not enough to enter his sights, let alone threaten him!
"I wouldn’t dare! C-Command- No, sir Lances, what are you doing h-" Ikaris was promptly cut off mid-sentence.
"I was on my way back to the outpost when I ran into the Lieutenants from your Division. Naturally, after I heard those under my command were in trouble, how could I ignore them? That’s why you can understand my surprise seeing you sitting here in such a lighthearted manner, Lieutenant Ikaris. Would you care to explain yourself?" Lances’ voice sounded distant as he stared down at Ikaris.
"I... I..." Ikaris tried to respond; however, an unbearable pressure descended upon him that made it difficult to speak. Even Ikaris’ personal guards were rendered silent by the pressure Lances purposefully emitted.
"Well? Do you not have a valid excuse? Speak." Lances interrogated, but again, he received no response as he increased the pressure on Ikaris.
Ikaris’ face turned pale as he began to sweat profusely. He found that every ti he tried to speak, the pressure would rely increase. In other words, Lances may have been asking him a question, but he did not want him to answer. In Lances’ eyes, the answer had already been decided!
"Then, since you have no excuse, you are hereby stripped of your rank. In addition, you will receive a dishonor mark. You have brought sha and embarrassnt to your Juhstiss family, Ikaris." Lances stated as he released the pressure around Ikaris.
Ikaris’ face beca one of dread at the ntion of a dishonor mark. Dood—this was the first thought that entered into Ikaris’ mind.
The dishonor mark was sothing unique to Amaharpe, and it varied depending on the person who received it. But, one thing was for certain—the outco was always disastrous.
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