READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 59: Visitors at Large [ III ]
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NAME : ORC SHAMAN
LEVEL : 30
STATUS : SLIGHTLY INJURED, ANGERED
DESCRIPTION : A creature that Wields sorcery, It's weak body and frail nature covering his intelligent character
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"They say the older you are, the more experience you have," Nyx thought, his eyes locked on the Shaman.
Seems that's true even for these monsters.
While the Wyvern loomed above, young and inexperienced despite its might, Nyx's attention was on the Orc Shaman. This creature was far more dangerous—not because of raw power but because of strategy.
Nyx charged forward with his sword in hand, his movements precise and calculated. As he moved, he picked up a small pebble and hurled it toward the Shaman.
The pebble was swiftly intercepted. A spike-covered mace swung with brutal efficiency, shattering the stone into countless fragments. The weapon was held by a towering Orc to the Shaman's left, its bared tusks and bulging muscles exuding menace. On the Shaman's right stood another Orc, wielding a thick, sharp-tipped spear.
"Guardians," Nyx muttered under his breath, his mind working quickly.
His probing attack had paid off. The two Orcs flanking the Shaman were clearly no ordinary warriors.
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NAME : ORC GUARDIAN
LEVEL : 23
STATUS : HEALTHY
DESCRIPTION : An Orc warrior with the duty of protecting the tribes Shaman Or Chief
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The Guardian with the spiked mace towered menacingly to the Shaman's left.
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NAME : ORC WARDEN
LEVEL : 20
STATUS : HEALTHY
DESCRIPTION : An Orc Warrior that is tasked with Inside issues within the Tribe
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The Warden, armed with a spear, stood vigilantly on the Shaman's right.
Nyx wasted no time. He darted back briefly to gather five more pebbles, each varying in shape and texture—some sharp-edged, others smooth or rough.
Behind the trio of Orc leaders, a swelling legion of regular Orcs surged forward, their guttural cries echoing through the plains as they charged toward the tower.
Nyx acted swiftly, throwing two of the pebbles toward the ordinary Orcs in the front lines. The stones struck true, catching their attention and redirecting their aggression toward him.
He then hurled the remaining three pebbles toward the Shaman, with the last one launched unexpectedly using his sword to swat it at a sharp angle. The precision of this attack clearly irritated the Orc leaders, and their anger was palpable.
The Shaman retaliated swiftly, its staff glowing with a sickly green light before launching a fireball through the throng of Orcs. The projectile hurtled toward Nyx, but he sidestepped skillfully, using a charging Orc as a temporary shield.
Nyx didn't waste the opportunity. In one fluid motion, he slashed the Orc's ankles, causing it to collapse, and followed up with a swift strike across its chest, incapacitating the creature.
'One'
Most would instinctively prioritize eliminating the Shaman, but Nyx knew better. He cut down another Orc that lunged at him, narrowly evading another fireball.
From his peripheral vision, he noticed the Shaman shift its focus. Its malevolent gaze turned toward the fleeing Princess Flora and her escort, Grall.
Grall tugged Flora along, his armored boots crunching against the dirt. "Faster!" he urged, glancing back at the battlefield.
"Amazing," Flora murmured, her eyes wide as she watched Nyx in action. "To be someone that strong is just—"
"I get it," Grall interrupted, his tone urgent. "But now isn't the time for admiration."
"Ow, you're pulling my arm off!" Flora protested, stumbling slightly as Grall yanked her forward.
Grall groaned in frustration, finally scooping her up under his arm.
"This is humiliating," Flora muttered, her cheeks flushing. "I feel like luggage."
"You're not luggage. You're a princess," Grall grunted, his eyes darting back toward the horde of Orcs. To his dismay, several had diverted their attention from Nyx and were now pursuing them.
"They're gaining on us," Grall said, gritting his teeth.
"Isn't this where the dashing knight sweeps the princess to safety?" Flora teased, her nervousness leaking through her forced humor.
"I'm ain't no charming knight," Grall replied, his grip tightening on her. "The name's Grall your highness and we can talk about this after we survive."