The ****** was amazed by the creativity in the usage of an auxiliary skill.
SKILL SPECIFIC TITLE ACQUIRED:
"The Dump Hog"
AF: Skill "STORAGE" will receive qualitative change.
STORAGE - III (EPIC)
MP and STA: 15
STORE: Allows you to store items within you storage dimension.
LIMIT: Items smaller or equal to users mass. Item must be firm and has a stable shape. Non-living things only.
EJECT: Allows you to eject an item from your storage, items will be dropped at the specified location.
LIMIT: eject target must be near the user.
TITLE EFFECT
EXPRESS DELIVERY: Increases speed of item ejected from the storage towards a target direction. Force applied depends on (INT * MP amount used)
WARNING: Item ejected will no longer be protected by spatial force and will no longer defend against external
and internal forces from damaging it.
AF: Storage capacity 15 items.
+ 5 max capacity
+ 10 max capacity
+ 20 max capacity
+ 25 max capacity (Title Effect)
'Awesome'
Though using the storage that way was not my idea, at least I am the owner of the skill, so it is still considered as my achievement.
Looking at my surroundings, It can only be described as a mess. The camp that we made with all our efforts combined had experienced a total wreck.
The lousy moats water was turned into blood, as the bodies of dead goblins can be seen floating.
The defensive fence we made was also destroyed as dead bodies of both goblins and hogs are scattered near it.
We may have won the battle but as I looked around, the dead bodies of my fellow hogs are all over the place. When you think about it, aside from gaining experience, the horde really lost too much.
Though they are my brethren, I really do not feel any sense of loss as I see them lying on the ground dead, never to stand again.
Ever since the start of the event, I really don't have feelings for the other members of the Horde aside from my buddies. Well as for the feelings I got before the event, I only thought of myself. As I was thinking to myself, a bloody Jule approached me.
"Pic, the Chief is calling for you."
The sight of Jule being covered with blood alerted me.
"You hurt somewhere Jule?"
Jule did not reply and just smiled a scary smile and went towards the direction of another Hog. It seems like she was monitoring the death count and as well as calling the members of the horde to gather.
'leaving this area is no longer an option but a necessity huh' I thought as I went towards the Chief.
As I went closer towards the Chief I can see his appearance, just like Jule, he also was a bloody mess. Though it might be enemy blood, there was still the possibility that the Chief is hurt somewhere since all the hogs have fought in a crazy brawl. Especially the Chief, he was fighting more goblins than the others.
"Pic we need to gather the dead bodies of our brothers," said the Chief with a melancholic voice.
"Why? It doesn't feel good to place them inside me though" I ask since it's gross to do that kind of stuff.
"Please Pic"
'Urghh'
I agreed to the Chief's request since the dude was acting that way. I am still holding a grudge against the horde so I really don't wanna do this. Though it may be harsh, that's what I really felt. Indifference.
As I started to collect dead bodies inside me, I saw Fig staring blankly at the rock filled Pit.
"Hey, bud. Stop blaming yourself. You saved the Horde. At least we did not receive a surprise attack. Because you know since you prevented it, by discovering them goblins first, right?".
I tried to console him because he might be feeling guilty about the death of our brethren. Though those bastards abandoned you when you were abducted, you still cared for them.
"I'm not thinking about that Pic. I'm worried about the consequence of killing them" says Fig as he snout-pointed the dead goblins.
'Huh?'
I know this guy is weird but to have pity for the dead enemy is beyond weird. He even killed almost half of those guys by his shrewd plans.
He continued speaking.
"When we went to their camp, the area was freshly built, the force that attacked our camp in an estimate is only half of their numbers and from the looks of it, there are still more enemies left that can harm our horde. I'm afraid they will call for reinforcements and hunt us down in full force."
I'm not sure about that since I never noticed it in the first place, and I never bothered with those kinds of things to begin with.
"We can just kill them all, you know" I spoke what's in my mind.
Fig shook his head and moved towards the Chief, I moved towards the opposite direction since I need to store the dead bodies.
'Well, if they come I'll just drop stones at their heads and flatten those bastards,' Is what I thought as I continued storing dead bodies.
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"So, this kind of thing is now part of our new lives," I told myself as I continued looking around to assist my fellow hogs who are tired, snoring and lying helpless on the ground.
This battle was a real eye opener. The lives we lived in that pigsty might be safer, but that life sure was boring. If I were given the chance of living that kind of life again, then I would kill the one who offered it.
After the battle, I and some brothers with good conditions were asked to provide this magical thing to my injured comrades. Since we cannot carry them during battle, we hide this magical item somewhere in the camp.
I grabbed(mouth) the magical item called HP pots that were currently attached to my tail, this thing was purchased from the CP Store. This will help you avoid death, and the Horde used most of their CP in buying this thing since they can't afford to purchase skills nor stats, is what the horde decided.
All the Hogs who can't purchase stats or skills bought all their remaining CP into HP pots, though some are against it when the Chief told them that by doing so they can preserve their small lives. The Hogs no longer hesitate and purchased it. They only cost 50 CP and will automatically provide you 250 HP.
I opened the HP pot and the contents fall towards a hog who was clearly at death's door. If this takes any longer this hog will die since if you receive a wound, the thing called HP will start draining and it will only stop if your wound will be fixed.
The hog's body absorbs the HP pot as the wounds that littered his body slowly vanished. He tried to stand but his stamina was low so he fell to the ground again.
"Don't bother standing, there are no goblins left, we made sure to kill all those bastards, even those who are feigning death were not spared."
The hog nodded and continued to lay on the ground. As I look for other injured brothers, I saw Fig and the Chief going somewhere, they might be planning for the next step of action that the horde will take.
The dead bodies of goblins are gathered in one place, I don't know what this is for, but the Chief specifically instructed this and even told the horde to collect all of em'.
The dead bodies of our brothers are placed inside Pic, I can see the guy with a down cast face moving around collecting em'.
The sun might be preparing to sleep but I and the horde are just about to start.
BEEP!
YOUR HORDE HAS INITIATED THE FESTIVAL OF BLOOD