Farouk was standing firm. His feet dug into the ground like tree roots. With a powerful right swing of his zweihander, the belly of an orc was cut opened spilling all the innards.
Like a flowing water, Farouk moved to his next opponents. Slashing, cutting and stabbing. One by one akin to fallen leaves, the orcs fell by his hand. But the orcs’ count didn’t seem to decrease. More and more orcs appeared. All of them were starving. Drooling by their mouth at the sight of fresh meat.
He could feel a a long and exhausting fight if he didn’t do something fast. He resolved himself. He drew almost all of the ‘Vigor’ he stored in his heart into his sword.
Farouk tighten his grip and his muscle tensed. From a rear stance with zweihander, he twist his waist, knees, ankles and his upper body in a half circle creating a powerful, super-human's level of horizontal slash.
‘Southern Barbarian Style, Two Handed Technique. HORIZON.’
His blade shrouded with intense brightness as he executed his technique discharging a blade of light cleaving through a dozen of orcs at once.
After executing his best technique, a wave of tiredness hit him. His breaths became rough as he was trying his best to stand up straight. He cannot move for awhile after using this technique and this put him in a vulnerable state but thankfully there were people covering for him. The orcs also stood still struck by fear. His team didn’t missed this chance to slaughter all of the orcs.
At the very rear end of the wagon train were Wolfred and a few other mercenaries. Before the monsters ambushed them, Wolfred with his keen senses jumped out of the wagon carrying his bag and a bastard sword.
“Evan wake up!”
“Wha-what?”
Evan was in the dream land for only a few minutes before being woken up abruptly with a shout.
“Wake up kid! We are being attack!”
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“Huh?!”
“Do you know how to fight? Has you killed a monster before? Do you know how to use a weapon?”
“N-no! I never killed a monster before but I can use an axe!”
“Then take this.”
Wolfred pulled out a battle axe from his bag and handed it to the ashen hair man. He then looked inside the wagon at an old man with a wooden wand.The bald old man with long grey beard slowly got up and walked towards him.
“Old man come on! No time to waste!”
“Sigh… I know. I know. Don’t rush me I’m not young anymore.”
The other mercenaries step out of the wagon along with the old man except a guy who is a cook. Old man closed his wrinkly eyes as he meticulously channel his mana into the wand.
Evan also got out of the wagon shaking in his boots gripping the battle axe tightly. He took a big gulp of saliva to wet his dry throat while cold sweats trickle from his back and forehead. His eyes darted through his surrounding. When goblins appeared from the bushes, Evan almost jumped before a powerful slap suddenly landed on his back waking him up from fear.
“Puah! Ha…. ha….”
‘What just happen?’
On his right there was Wolfred with his hand on Evan’s back.
“You good now?”
“Yes… Thank you.. but what happen? Why am I suddenly?”
“You got inflicted with ‘fear’ status effect. That’s normal. Everybody experienced that when they meet monster for the first time. Usually, we got out of it ourselves but no time to do that now.”
Wolfred moved forward as more goblins came out surrounding them. He stopped with a few meters between him and the goblins. He put the blade of his bastard sword on his right shoulder as he slowly crouched down like a four legged beast.
He shrouded both of his legs and his right hand with ‘Vigor’. Waiting for the right time as the tension rises.
“.…”
“.…”
“.…”
A weird scene unfolded as the goblins and mercenaries stared at each other in silence. Waiting to make a move. A burst of light suddenly emerged from the old man.
“ I’m done Wolfred!”
“Nice!”
Wolfred tighten his leg muscle before he dashed like a wolf attacking its prey.
‘Northern Wolf Style. One Handed Sword Technique. HUNT’
As Wolfred dash forwards, the Buffer old man raise his wand before slamming it to the ground while chanting a spell.
“Grant this area blessing of speed to the chosen ones. HASTE. Blessing of power. STRENGTH. Blessing of durability. DEFENSE. And curse to the evil ones. CONFUSION.”
A dome of light covered the area encapsulating the goblins and mercenaries.
“Kiyaaaakkkkkk!”
The goblins affected by the confusion spell clutched their head as they felt an intense pain running through them. Wolfred not letting this chance slip by as he rushed madly cutting the head of several goblins in one go.
Other mercenaries also took this chance to start attacking while Evan stood still.
“Not going?”
The Buffer tiredly put his butt down on the ground as he asked Evan.
“No. I’m not brave enough to run towards a monster.”
“That is ok. You don’t have to do something big for your first fight. Surviving is the most important thing after all.”
“Y-y-yeah…”
“But you might still want to be vigilance enough.”
Surely, as soon as he finished talking a goblin run towards Evan’s right side. The moment Evan noticed the goblin he became stupefied.
“Focus boy! The goblin has become weak and they are small! A powerful kick is enough.”
A shout from the old man pulled Evan out of his trance. He steeled himself. When the goblin was in a less than a leg distance away from him, he gave the goblin a powerful upward kick. Flinging the goblin into the air spinning. With the right timing, Evan swing his axe horizontally cutting the goblin on its fall in half.Blue blood splattered on the ground and his body.
Evan managed to do his first kill.