TL: Suggested music to be played from Chapter 98 – 100. Donated chapter.
Chapter 98 – Fallen (3)
The Disciples of the Black Flas were actively searching in the forest for their enemies, which ant that Brendel’s group could encounter them any ti.
[There’s no need to be too worried about encountering any boss fights. The disciples are probably searching for Makarov and Buga, while the only trouble we should encounter are the Lizardn. This battle can’t be avoided, otherwise there would be trouble later on if I don’t clear them as soon as possible.]
The entire quest was a trap. A few of the governnt officials were bribed by the Tree Shepherds and the Tree Shepherds simply waited for Makarov to fall into their trap, which he did. However, Makarov deserved his fa and managed to send Eke out safely just with his instincts.
Brendel did not care about what was going to happen to them. The problem he faced was the situation evolving past what the strategy guide in the forums had written. In the ga, the group of gars were completely wiped out when Conrad appeared to battle Makarov, which then led to Makarov and Buga’s escape by sacrificing both the Grey Wolves rcenaries and the gars.
If the situation continued to the point where the gars did not die, Brendel speculated that the Tree Shepherd’s next move was to give orders to the Lizardn Bandits and search for his group. Once Makarov and Buga were out of the forest, then the Tree Shepherd’s attention would turn back to his group.
Brendel needed to vanquish the Lizardn before he was surrounded by the enemies. Once the Lizardn had the Tree Shepherd leading them, he was not sure whether he would be able to handle his enemies.
At this point of ti, the Lizardn were nothing more than a mob of monsters. With the group of Elves who wore full silver armor and helts to only show a pair of irises, he felt fully confident that he would easily defeat them. They were after all the royal guards during the alliance of the Holy Saints who went undefeated during their ti.
The Elves had explained to Brendel that they would quickly lose their strength once they were outside the Altar, but the latter was not worried as took less than two days to reach the Lizardn. Even if they were weakened to half strength, they were at least level thirty Elites which was more than enough to sweep the Lizardn away—
He definitely wanted to leave their corpses behind to get back at the Tree Shepherds.
[I won’t let any treasure and XP slip past ......] Brendel was still trying to figure out a way to kill the level 50 BOSS, the dark bishop of the Tree Shepherds. Conrad was another great appetizer, if he could get to him. It was one of the ga’s highlights to make use of high level NPCs to kill bosses. In this case, the Silver Elves were supposedly a good choice if he managed to encounter them right away, but it was far more likely they would encounter the enemies at a much later ti.
At the sa ti, Brendel felt troubled by the Silver Elves. They were mostly proud and had reticent personalities, and chose to follow Brendel’s group from a far distance. They were confident that no enemies would be able to bypass them. Even though the humans held alliances with the Silver Elves, the prideful lot was not keen on working with the human rcenaries. It was common sense for them to act in that manner, but the rcenaries of Lopes were angered by them because they had never been slighted before.
The Nightsong Tiger frowned at them as he cast glances at the Silver Elves. He knew how terrifying they were so he did not wish to talk about them.
“My lord, I’m sure that it’s another card within the Eversong series—” He spoke patiently in his mind.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Brendel interrupted him inside his mind: “You already told that six tis already. The Eversong card is a legendary card, so the resonating card is most likely a legendary card as well right? I even morized every word you told . I know that very well, but that card keeps getting closer and closer to us and it’s just too strange. Rather than actively seek for the card, I think we should just wait and see what happens.”
The Nightsong Tiger smiled while shaking his head. He knew that point very well, but his lord looked as if he did not care about these important things. The more powerful the Planeswalker was, the stronger the summons would be, but Brendel did not want to listen about it. Even though he kept hinting to Brendel that he should focus to train as a Planeswalker and gather Cards, the latter simply continued doing what he wanted to do without changing his plans at all.
The Nightsong Tiger had seen many things in his days but he was unable to guess what Brendel’s plans were.
[Does he want to beco a lord of a region? But this is quite aningless for a Planeswalker, especially when they experienced the Planeswalker’s world for the first ti. A mortal might be interested in gaining authority, but the ultimate goals for a Planeswalker are to discover the truth of this world and seek a higher path of power. Is there anything in the mortal world that is more attractive than that?] The Nightsong Tiger scratched his beard.
Certainly, the thing that he did not understand about Brendel was his greed for items. The latter was practically drooling for items that might not even exist. As a hardcore gar, there would be no way for him to escape from the idea of killing and looting a BOSS.
When the youth nearly fell into a state of delirious giggling, soone patted his back.
The shock was extraordinary. He jumped up a little and whipped his head to the back to a shining golden helt and a pair of silver-grey eyes.
[The Elven commander. Gosh, fucking hell bro, do you even make any noises when you move?]
Brendel recognized him in an instant, before cursing at him in his mind. He patted his chest and asked: “What’s wrong?”
The Silver Elves were formidable because of their abilities and equipnt, and not known for their subterfuge. Brendel was frightened because he did not pay attention to his surroundings in the slightest.
The Elven commander did not feel guilty for scaring him, and did not show any expressions at all. He rely pointed to a direction and said quietly: “A group of people is escaping and moving to our location.”
“Escaping?” Brendel paused for a mont as he noticed the word the Elven Commander used.
[Who’s escaping in this direction? Buga’s n should be in the south. Was there anything in the guide that said otherwise or did the gars miss out sothing relevant?]
The Elven commander’s gaze went back to Brendel, as though there was a slight dissatisfaction to Brendel’s questioning tone, but the latter nodded.
Brendel knew that this blockhead-like fellow would not be joking with him. He even wondered if the Elven commander had the word ‘joke’ in his dictionary. In any case, he quickly raised his hand to signal for his group to stop.
The sleepy Amandina and Romaine were jolted when the rcenaries imdiately stopped upon Brendel’s signal, and the rchant girl asked in curiosity: “What’s wrong Brendel?”
Brendel put his finger to his lips, and very quickly, he could also hear footsteps rushing through the shrubs. Their chaotic footsteps seed like they were in great disarray, and he could understand why the Elven commander said they were running away.
[Amazing. As expected of soone who’s a high level NPC, this level of alertness isn’t sothing a normal person would have.]
He had seen many gars playing like they were tourists in another country, hardly fitting for the brewing wars in Aouine. However, their given abilities were strong enough to fend off ambushes, so that was perhaps why they did acted like tourists.
He listened carefully once more, and detected another source of troops who had mounts pursuing them. His expression beca solemn. Two forces possessed mounts in this region. The first was the Lizardn with their traditional Riding Lizard mounts, the other was the Disciples of the Black Flas and their demons.
Warhorses did not fare well in the forest, especially in this mountainous region, but he still thought it as a third distant possibility. He then signaled for everyone to fall into formation and prepare for battle.
Very soon, the panicking people who were trying to escape entered his eyes. There were six of them, males and females split equally into half, and their clothes were tattered and torn like refugees. They had nurous wounds but they did not throw away their weapons, indicating that they still had the willpower to fight. Under the circumstances, Brendel thought they were excellent rcenaries.
[Judging from their attire, they are the Grey Wolves rcenaries. Wait— They are heavy infantry made up of Juddelan’s citizens. I think I have seen them before. Does this an the disciples are nearby fighting the Grey Wolves rcenaries?]
Brendel narrowed his eyes, but he believed that it was far more likely that they were stragglers who did not managed to group up with Buga. The injured rcenaries seed to be stunned when they saw a group of n ready for battle and their expressions were full of despair. But soone amongst them recognized Brendel. It was the very sa youth next to Redi when they ca in the morning to tell him that the Grey Wolves rcenaries were ready to set off.
[I recognize that kid...... What’s his na again? Oh, right! Sanford!] Brendel had a better impression of him compared to Sanford.
“Ser Brendel, please help us!” Once Sanford saw Brendel, his whole body seed like he was stripped of energy and he fell to the ground. He yelled out like to him like he saw soone who ca to rescue them.
Brendel disliked ddling with things that did not concern him, but he was not one to disregard those in need. Furthermore, he was aided by the Elven guards, and it was the best mont for him to act grander than he really was. Makarov threw the Grey Wolves rcenaries behind and treated them like cannon fodder, but it had also given Brendel an opportunity to recruit them, especially when most of them were experienced fighters.
[The Juddelan rcenaries are one of the finest around—] Brendel nodded quickly as he thought about it, ordering his n to protect them.
“Why are you here?” He asked the crucial question.
“We......” But before Sanford had the chance to answer, the troops chasing them literally answered his questions.
The rusting of leaves could be heard sowhere nearby, and soon after several disciples were riding on large ‘boars’ who charged out.
Brendel recognized them as Demonic Boars, with green and orange spots covering their entire body, with four pairs of tusks and eyes. They were low level demons, but ford the majority of lower ranked cavalry and certainly fitting for the disciples. However, when Brendel saw the attire of the disciples, he took in a cold breath.
“Ser Brendel, be careful...... T-they are sowhat strange!” Sanford yelled towards him.
[Of course they are fucking strange!] Brendel cursed. The odd ten plus Disciples of the Black Flas were all high ranking mbers, was it not strange for their elite to chase these six forlorn rcenaries who looked like beggars?
[No, wait—] Brendel pulled out his longsword to prepare for battle. [If they really wanted to chase them, there’s no way for Sanford and the rest of them to reach here at all. This ant they specifically drove them to this area. What is the reason for doing that, to intimidate ?]
He did not know if he was targeted, especially when these detestable disciples seed to have no reason as to why they would track him in the first place.
“There’s still soone else in the forest over there.” The Elven commander suddenly spoke as he pointed to so tall bushes.
Brendel imdiately turned to the indicated location, but he could only see layers of dense leaves made up of different colors blocking his view. But a mont later, he suddenly felt a sensation in his heart. The Unicorn Knight Card seed to beat once like it was alive.
[Again, it’s a Card Resonance! So that is what— No, ‘who’ it is, these disciples and that person are here for trouble!]
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