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
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
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
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
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
A single warrior carrying a shield and a sword dashed forward. Meeting him head on is a goblin that leapt towards him. Looking for the gap in the warrior’s defense as the creature held its poisoned dagger on its vile right hand – a decision that proved to be erroneous as the goblin got hit by an arrow right away. Digging through its left eye as it fell to the ground.Then came the footsteps that stepped through the corpse of the fallen monster. Five more goblins rushed towards the knight who continued running towards the monsters in return. As he did, three more arrows are shot from behind him. Hitting one more goblin and leaving four to be dealt with.The fighter began murmuring something behind his shield. A short incantation that took nothing less than five seconds to finish. And as he did, a radiant golden aura filed the entirety of his body which sped up and finally closed the gap between him and the remaining goblins.Within a second, he’s already in front of them – bashing one
Augustus continued moving down a single direction. Though there isn’t any guarantee that this would lead him outside. After all, this forest is named the [Forest of the Lost] and without any proper guide, anyone would surely experience the reason why this place has been named as such – the very fate that Augustus is now suffering because of how he left all of his allies behind.Their porter is the one who navigates for the group. With him being killed by the goblins, the only thing that Augustus can rely on is his own head. Though there isn’t much of that which can be relied on as the man simply continued blindly running without any pause or rest. That is, until he came across the eyes that gleamed in the darkness. This almost paralyzed him completely. He knows that what’s staring at him from the darkness is nothing more than a goblin but, what made this nerve wrecking is the fact that it multiplied. More pairs of eyes suddenly came out, surrounding the poor warrior on all sides. And
Blistering flames covered the ground where the humans stood. What was ten-thousand strong an hour ago, has now been reduced to a mere hundred. All heavily wounded. All bleeding to their imminent death. Yet, all still moving forward – marching towards their one goal.Vanquish the Demon Lord.Numerous versions of this story has been passed down for generations. But the most famous one is the birth of the ten heroes. Within the hellfire brought by the wretched demon lord where corpses of humankind have both pilled and burned to this unbearable heat, there are ten who withstood it all. As if they’ve gone through a baptism through fire.Led by the peerless knight named Arthur, the group slew one demon general after the other. Their numbers dwindled as they progressed but, the strength of the ten knights also increased all the same.The trials continued on for what seemed to be an eternity. The wails of the dying and, the regrets of the vanishing are all carried by the heroes. Reaching the