Mordred waited patiently deep inside the forest. After the first earthquake happened, he already had an inkling feeling. That there might be something bad that’s about to happen and that, this something bad may be caused not by a “What” but by a “Who”. That’s why he sent out Blaze. The wisp, being a creature that’s made of pure mana, can travel faster than any normal monster that’s at Zeke’s disposal. In fact, Blaze can reach any part of the forest seemingly in the blink of an eye.That’s why this creature played such a vital role back when it was still serving the Great Demon Lord Dantes. Blaze served as the eyes and ears that worked for the strongest force of evil. Though unable to go to all places at once, Blaze can give orders directly and almost instantly. As soon as Dantes gives it, depending on the distance between Blaze and the target intended, the message can be delivered in as fast as a second. This is the same thing that Mordred utilized right there and then. He made Blaz
Mordred thought that it’s an earthquake that hit the forest. He isn’t the only one, every other creature in that forest that’s sentient thought of the same thing. With how the quake spread across the whole of the forest, this is the only viable explanation that can be made. That there is an earthquake, a strong one, which suddenly hit them. However, that isn’t the case at all.“Your highness!” A soldier came running towards the middle of the crater. The source of the earlier quake. This is somewhere near the entry point of the forest. A spot that’s now filled with dust that thickened around the air.There are body parts of goblins and kobolds that can be seen by the soldier that continued moving towards the center. Something that this same person didn’t pay any mind to. This is normal in the battlefield. Corpses are normal in the battlefield and those that belong to monsters are of no concern to humans. The soldier continued until he reached the silhouette of a man. A broad and large
Deep within the Forest of the Lost, there is serenity and peace. Brought about by the calm thickness of the trees that reduce the sound of anything within it but, more so, because of the lack of hunters going around killing the monsters of the forest. That’s right. Mordred has taken care of all the hunters that entered. He killed all of them with his own hands. Though having to rely on the monsters to weaken his opponents, he still claimed victory nevertheless. Gaining more levels as he finally reached [Level 16]. But more than this, he’s gotten better at using Nilfheim’s ability. Something he’s currently demonstrating as he proceeded to piercing a fish that’s swimming in the river.“Well, looks like I’m getting better at this.” He commented as he walked towards the prey that he just caught. Throwing it at his back where three goblins waited for it. Clapping for their master who continued on with his training.“It’s either that or I just randomly hit another fish instead of my target
Gawain sat at the side of the arena. In the middle of a steel bench that has his top clothes resting on it. Showing his bare body and the scars that he gained from the days of the war. His eyes looked straight at the ones still doing their training in the middle of the battle grounds. All of the soldiers that are doing their best to impress their king who does not come there to train with them often. In fact, the last time that Gawain came here was a year ago. That was just another regular day when he remembered Mordred all of a sudden. The knight haunted him in his dreams and so, after he woke up, Gawain wreaked havoc in the arena. Heavily injuring a total of one hundred soldiers before calming down.That is the same case today. There are a lot of soldiers lying around the grounds. All of which are individuals that their king took down. They didn’t even hold back against him. Gawain told the soldiers to give him everything they got and yet, he still dominated the fight. Only leaving
The Dragon Corps.That is the name of the group that Hendrickson joined. A hunting group consisting of three backline hunters and two frontline ones. They have a solid composition in that, one of the three backlines is a support that can heal them while the other two are purely damage dealer types. Archers who focus on providing cover fire while the tanks in the front save them from all possible damage. Ensuring that none of the enemies ever get past them.This strategy has worked for them for years because, even if monsters can somehow pass through the defenses or slip by it, the healer of the group is also capable of using trap magic. That’s right. Their healer sets up traps beforehand that binds any creature that’s deemed as an opponent and gets into a dangerous range close to the archers.This ensures that their formation is fool proof. In fact, this last part of their strategy can be called the most useful out of anything they have in their arsenal. When monsters get through the
“Master!”This is the word that Mordred heard as soon as he closed the windows on all of the notifications. It’s almost like this is scripted seeing how Blaze arrived there at the perfect moment. Though it may not be as perfect because, Mordred wanted to test his new skill a couple of times. The spikes that should work similar to the ones that NIlfheim used.“Ah Blaze.” Mordred replied as a smile grew on his lips. “Just the little wisp that I wanted to see.”“Master, you’re back! Thank the gods of darkness you’re back!” The wisp exclaimed. This placed a curious look on the face of Mordred. The tone of the wisp and, the way that it spoke both hinted of an immediate concern. That is just puzzling to Mordred because, the last time he checked, there should be nothing that could cause the wisp to act this way. The whole of the forest is already secured and, as far as the invading hunters goes, they’ve all been dealt with by the goblins.No new threat should exist at the moment and, should
Mordred returned to reality. After what just happened in the final seconds of the battle, he is pulled back to the real world. He’s sure of it because now, he’s facing the same place where he left off. The same trees surround him and, the same scent of the forest filled the air.No more screaming. No more dying. No more burning of flesh and wood. No more wails. No more battle cries. There is only peace. Fake and unwanted peace which Mordred Pendragon swears to break as soon as he gets stronger.[Congratulations!][You’ve finished the Instance Mission – Burning Escape][Your rewards are being generated…]“What the hell happened there?” Mordred thought to himself as he looked back on the events. The whole of it is confusing of course but, the most confusing one is what happened in the end. Where Nilfheim wiped out every human within the vicinity in the blink of an eye – reminding Mordred of feats that only demon generals or the great demon lord could accomplish.“He’s supposed to be dea
Mordred isn’t a fan of stupidity. He doesn’t subscribe to the same stupid ideas as the rest. This is the mentality that he wishes to preserve within this resurrection of his. Always prioritize himself before others and be as selfish as possible. That is the only way he can stay alive – yet that same principle is broken at that moment.It’s almost as if his hand moved on its own. Not wanting to stare at the sorry state of Nilfheim any further, Mordred threw his dagger towards General Gerald. However, this isn’t something he did without any sort of plan. There is a plan and, it is currently taking place. Beginning with his action which, if he’s right, will lead to the results he need.“What are you doing insect? You dare get in the way of this glorious moment of mine?”The general said in a sharp tone. The aura around Gerald’s body is so strong at that point that it can suffocate anyone that gets near him. No. It can do more than that. This aura can burn anything that it touches. That i
Blades clashed against one another. The sound of steel going against steel is the only thing that could be heard for a couple of seconds. The afterimage of two creature battling against one another is what Mordred’s eyes beheld. A silhouette of something as dark as night and another of a creature that seemed to represent light.Everyone else stayed in the background, not moving an inch – refusing to get in the way of the battle. Not because this is their intention but because, it is the will of their leader. That of the general who calls himself Gerald Pendragon.This whole thing happened because there is no chance of escape. The route that Mordred and Nilheim have isn’t something that exists. They will die there if they try to fight on their own terms and, that is why the older demon decided on this course of action. Accepting the duel that is offered to him by Gerald Pendragon.This is a sacred oath that’s made using a binding vow. This means that it cannot be broken, nor can it be