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Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 156: Assault(2)
Cling... Cling...Thud... Thud...The muffled sound of metal scraping against itself, followed by dull thuds, echoed faintly across the camp.Inside a large, weathered tent decorated with torn banners and bloodstained fabric, a man with a hoarse voice stirred."Huh? What is that noise?" the man muttered, rising from his chair.The dim, flickering light of a lantern illuminated his imposing figure.He was tall, standing well over six feet, with lean, corded muscles that hinted at years of brutal training.His short, frosted hair faded on the sides, accentuating a striking tattoo of a blood-drenched hand etched into the right side of his head.His face was angular, with sharp cheekbones and cold, piercing gray eyes that seemed to radiate menace.A jagged scar ran from his temple to the corner of his lip, adding to his fearsome appearance."It seems some people are attacking our camp, Boss Jarn," another man spoke, stepping into the dim light of the tent.The man, known only as Jarn, the
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 157: Assault(3)
Fwoosh!The sound of metal sliding free was followed by an immediate surge of energy.The weapon was a dao sword, its broad, curved blade gleaming like polished silver.As soon as it was drawn, ripples of translucent energy pulsed outward from the blade.These ripples were faint yet visible, shimmering in the air like droplets hitting the surface of a still pond.Each ripple distorted the moonlight for a brief moment before dissipating into the night.The blade hummed faintly, resonating with the vice lord's own energy.It was a weapon forged not just for cutting but for channeling power, amplifying Mevrick’s aura with every swing.The air around him seemed to respond to the weapon, growing heavier and charged with tension.Mevrick twirled the dao sword once in his hand, its edge cutting through the cold air effortlessly.The ripples grew in intensity, spreading outward in a display of both beauty and menace."This will be interesting," Mevrick thought, his eyes narrowing as he strode
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 158: Cloud Dancing Technique
The insult was deliberate, his words cutting like the edge of his blade.Goba growled, his fists clenching as frost crackled around his gauntlets.Jarn, however, laughed—a low, guttural sound that sent chills through the air.“Big words for a man standing in my domain,” Jarn said, his voice laced with cold amusement.“But don’t worry, Mevrick. I’ll make sure you won’t feel the cold for too long.”Both men stared each other down, the battlefield silent except for the faint crackling of frost and the rhythmic pulsing of energy ripples.The tension between them was palpable, the weight of their reputations hanging in the air.The next moment would decide the fate of the valley, and neither intended to take a single step back.The battlefield shifted in an instant.Mevrick exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze calculating as he assessed his opponents.“Unlike most duos, these two are nearly equal in strength,” he mused, gripping his dao sword tighter.His instincts sharpened.“Jarn is in the int
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 159: Mist of Death: Death Castle!
"Cloud Dancing Technique: Fifth Wave—Inanis."The world bent.Mevrick’s sword spun, flipping upward like a coin tossed into the heavens.As it turned, it multiplied.One blade became two.Two became four.Four became countless.A barrage of slashing arcs descended upon Jarn and Goba from all directions, faster than the eye could track.Clang! Clang! Clang!Goba barely raised his gauntlets in time, blocking an oncoming strike—only for another to slash at his ribs from the side.Tch! Jarn twisted in the air, his blade meeting one of Mevrick’s phantom swords—only for another to carve toward his shoulder from an impossible angle.What is this attack?!It was like fighting a ghost.Every time a sword landed a strike, it was as if Mevrick himself had slashed them—yet he hadn’t moved.And yet, he was everywhere.His form flickered, present yet absent, his image warping with the ripples of energy still cascading through the battlefield.It was an illusion.No—it was something beyond that.Me
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 160: Vakar
The sight before him was horrific.Rows of captives, their bodies frail from starvation, their skin clinging to their bones.Some lay motionless, too weak to move. Others had already succumbed—lifeless, their suffering evident even in death.And then—the worst.The ones who had been abused beyond recognition.A slow, cold rage spread through Mevrick’s chest.His fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword, his body trembling not from exhaustion—but from wrath.Jarn’s subordinates, those still breathing, staggered in fear. They saw what he saw. They knew.They begged.Mevrick showed no mercy.Blades howled.Bodies fell.Screams faded into silence.By the time he was done, not a single enemy in the camp remained.The battlefield lay silent, bathed in the eerie glow of the full moon.The cold wind carried the scent of blood, death, and smoldering campfires.Mevrick sat on one of the makeshift chairs in the enemy’s camp, his body still, his sword sheathed at his side.His fingers traced th
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Prologue : The Divine Avenger
Seven years ago, as Elias Hawthorne was preparing to close his herb shop on a peaceful night in Riverbend Hamlet, a small village located on the outskirts of Verdantia, he had to shut early.Rumors of missing newborns were rampant, and it had been a busy day with many customers. As he closed the shop, the sound of moving carriages at high speed and horses screaming pierced the night. A banner flew into his face, bearing the emblem of the notorious Cursed Artificers Guild, which was allied with the missing babies.Chills ran down his spine as he wondered what they were doing so far east. After the silence that followed, a blast of light struck, momentarily turning night into day. The magical energy emitted shook the entire Aetheria realm.Despite his shock, Elias's body moved towards the Silverwater River. There, he found a white glossy carriage painted in blood, surrounded by a lot of dead bodies and horses.The river ran red with blood. Among the dead were members of the Cursed A
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 1: Oasis
Seven years had passed since the incident that changed the course of Oasis's life.In Verdantia, a kingdom renowned for its lush greenery, dense forests, sparkling rivers, and towering mountains, the verdant beauty of nature thrived.The people of Verdantia were deeply connected to the land, with druids and elementalists harnessing the power of earth and plants to protect their homeland. In the town of Mossy Hollow, located south of the capital city Sylvaneth, life carried on amidst the tranquility of nature.Mossy Hollow was a quaint settlement nestled in the embrace of the verdant forest, its cobblestone streets winding through clusters of wooden cottages adorned with vibrant floral gardens. On a sunny day just after the last harvest, the market square of Mossy Hollow bustled with activity.Merchants displayed their wares under colorful awnings, the air filled with the fragrant aroma of freshly baked bread and blooming flowers.Villagers gathered to barter and trade, their laught
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 2: Broken Seal
A week later...Oasis continued his clandestine training with a stick, refining his swordplay skills.Determined to grow stronger, one morning he ventured to the nearby Silverwater River to practice in solitude, away from Sister's vigilant gaze.The sight of water flowing in the river was soothing, and the breeze rustling through the nearby forest was invigorating.As Oasis immersed himself in his training, he was approached by three older boys who mocked him for his lack of magical talent."Look at him, he thinks he's a knight training with a stick. He's talentless," one of the boys sneered, earning laughter from his companions. Unfazed, Oasis continued his exercises, ignoring their taunts.But one of the boys, Bozer, grew increasingly agitated by Oasis's silence. In a fit of anger, he unleashed a poorly controlled burst of wind magic towards Oasis, intending to humiliate him.The magic manifested in the form of a sharp arrow, hurtling towards Oasis with deadly intent.Just as the mag
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Chapter 160: Vakar
The sight before him was horrific.Rows of captives, their bodies frail from starvation, their skin clinging to their bones.Some lay motionless, too weak to move. Others had already succumbed—lifeless, their suffering evident even in death.And then—the worst.The ones who had been abused beyond recognition.A slow, cold rage spread through Mevrick’s chest.His fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword, his body trembling not from exhaustion—but from wrath.Jarn’s subordinates, those still breathing, staggered in fear. They saw what he saw. They knew.They begged.Mevrick showed no mercy.Blades howled.Bodies fell.Screams faded into silence.By the time he was done, not a single enemy in the camp remained.The battlefield lay silent, bathed in the eerie glow of the full moon.The cold wind carried the scent of blood, death, and smoldering campfires.Mevrick sat on one of the makeshift chairs in the enemy’s camp, his body still, his sword sheathed at his side.His fingers traced th
Chapter 159: Mist of Death: Death Castle!
"Cloud Dancing Technique: Fifth Wave—Inanis."The world bent.Mevrick’s sword spun, flipping upward like a coin tossed into the heavens.As it turned, it multiplied.One blade became two.Two became four.Four became countless.A barrage of slashing arcs descended upon Jarn and Goba from all directions, faster than the eye could track.Clang! Clang! Clang!Goba barely raised his gauntlets in time, blocking an oncoming strike—only for another to slash at his ribs from the side.Tch! Jarn twisted in the air, his blade meeting one of Mevrick’s phantom swords—only for another to carve toward his shoulder from an impossible angle.What is this attack?!It was like fighting a ghost.Every time a sword landed a strike, it was as if Mevrick himself had slashed them—yet he hadn’t moved.And yet, he was everywhere.His form flickered, present yet absent, his image warping with the ripples of energy still cascading through the battlefield.It was an illusion.No—it was something beyond that.Me
Chapter 158: Cloud Dancing Technique
The insult was deliberate, his words cutting like the edge of his blade.Goba growled, his fists clenching as frost crackled around his gauntlets.Jarn, however, laughed—a low, guttural sound that sent chills through the air.“Big words for a man standing in my domain,” Jarn said, his voice laced with cold amusement.“But don’t worry, Mevrick. I’ll make sure you won’t feel the cold for too long.”Both men stared each other down, the battlefield silent except for the faint crackling of frost and the rhythmic pulsing of energy ripples.The tension between them was palpable, the weight of their reputations hanging in the air.The next moment would decide the fate of the valley, and neither intended to take a single step back.The battlefield shifted in an instant.Mevrick exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze calculating as he assessed his opponents.“Unlike most duos, these two are nearly equal in strength,” he mused, gripping his dao sword tighter.His instincts sharpened.“Jarn is in the int
Chapter 157: Assault(3)
Fwoosh!The sound of metal sliding free was followed by an immediate surge of energy.The weapon was a dao sword, its broad, curved blade gleaming like polished silver.As soon as it was drawn, ripples of translucent energy pulsed outward from the blade.These ripples were faint yet visible, shimmering in the air like droplets hitting the surface of a still pond.Each ripple distorted the moonlight for a brief moment before dissipating into the night.The blade hummed faintly, resonating with the vice lord's own energy.It was a weapon forged not just for cutting but for channeling power, amplifying Mevrick’s aura with every swing.The air around him seemed to respond to the weapon, growing heavier and charged with tension.Mevrick twirled the dao sword once in his hand, its edge cutting through the cold air effortlessly.The ripples grew in intensity, spreading outward in a display of both beauty and menace."This will be interesting," Mevrick thought, his eyes narrowing as he strode
Chapter 156: Assault(2)
Cling... Cling...Thud... Thud...The muffled sound of metal scraping against itself, followed by dull thuds, echoed faintly across the camp.Inside a large, weathered tent decorated with torn banners and bloodstained fabric, a man with a hoarse voice stirred."Huh? What is that noise?" the man muttered, rising from his chair.The dim, flickering light of a lantern illuminated his imposing figure.He was tall, standing well over six feet, with lean, corded muscles that hinted at years of brutal training.His short, frosted hair faded on the sides, accentuating a striking tattoo of a blood-drenched hand etched into the right side of his head.His face was angular, with sharp cheekbones and cold, piercing gray eyes that seemed to radiate menace.A jagged scar ran from his temple to the corner of his lip, adding to his fearsome appearance."It seems some people are attacking our camp, Boss Jarn," another man spoke, stepping into the dim light of the tent.The man, known only as Jarn, the
Chapter 155: Assault
A Few Minutes Before Midnight – One of the Camps Near MistvalleyThe camp was quiet, save for the occasional crackle of the fire.The air was thick with a tension that weighed heavily on the warriors from Belvan.The faint glow of a dwindling campfire cast long, flickering shadows across the faces of the Belvan warriors gathered in the camp.Some sat cross-legged, others leaned against their weapons, but all bore the same heavy expression.Their expressions reflected hopelessness, their morale shattered by weeks of hardship.This was one of the three groups Oasis had promised to handle personally, the weakest of the lot.Many in the camp had already given up before the fight had even begun. One warrior, sitting with his back against a jagged boulder, sighed deeply as he stared into the flames."We’re just lambs to the slaughter," he muttered bitterly, his voice thick with regret."All my life, I’ve fought to survive... and this is how it ends."Another, sharpening his blade out of h
Chapter 154: Proceedings(2).
Before Raegar's arrival...The Vice City Lord Mevrick sat at table, the rugged map of the region spread out before him.His fingers worked methodically, marking key locations and scrawling notes with a sharp quill.A piece of jerky hung loosely from his teeth, a habit he often indulged in while deep in thought.The flickering lanterns in the tent cast long shadows over the map, illuminating the harsh terrain of towns and the surrounding regions.His mind churned, not with doubt but with the weight of the task at hand.Belvan’s forces were spread thin, and the success of this mission hinged precariously on the plans of a boy—an unorthodox yet strangely capable boy.The thought lingered as he bit down on the jerky, chewing absently while his eyes traced the routes leading to and from the marked meeting points.!!!Suddenly, his focus sharpened.A faint yet distinct presence stirred at the edges of his awareness, an aura cutting through the stillness of the rocky terrain beyond the camp.
Chapter 153: Proceedings.
As Oasis moved, his thoughts raced with exhilaration and a growing hunger to test his limits.His smug grin widened as he vaulted over jagged boulders and slid expertly down loose gravel.Every movement was a testament to his honed skill, his steps fluid and deliberate, even as the terrain grew increasingly unforgiving.The dry, cracked earth of Mistvalley stretched ahead, dotted with spindly shrubs and patches of stubborn grass clinging to life in the arid climate.The rain showers from earlier had long stopped, leaving behind a cool, crisp atmosphere that only highlighted the stillness of the desert-like ridge.By now, most of the groups from Belvan had reached their designated meeting points, converging with the shadows who had been dispatched alongside Oasis.The air was tense with anticipation as warriors and informants alike gathered in hidden camps, waiting for their next orders.Despite their apparent cooperation, not all among them were convinced, doubt simmered quietly.Some
Chapter 152: The Beginning of Crimson hand extermination.
Morning broke with gray clouds cloaking the sky, and as the showers intensified, droplets danced and streaked off the shimmering dome that encased the city lord's manor.The rain fell steadily over the ridges, creating a rhythmic patter that blanketed the landscape in a cool, refreshing embrace.Oasis's barrier, an ethereal shield of translucent energy, turned the rainfall into streams of water cascading down its surface.The effect was mesmerizing—like a dome of flowing glass, refracting light and creating a surreal scene that drew curious eyes from all around.Nearby, patrons at the local inn gathered at windows and doorways, watching in awe.The innkeeper, wiping down a counter, muttered, “I’ve never seen anything like it. That’s magic... real magic.”Travelers, merchants, and townsfolk exchanged hushed whispers, their gazes fixed on the barrier and the manor it protected.Some speculated in fear, others in wonder, but none could tear their eyes away from the miraculous display.In
