Max Level Miscellaneous Character

Chapter 43: The price of victory



Srakan removed Ivan’s spear. It was still a non-threatening attack. However, the flames that followed were very annoying.

Whoosh!

Hot flames pass by. The heat felt in his flesh was not fake.

Shh!

While he was paying attention to the flames covering his eyes, the sword was swung at his back. As he swings his spear and shakes it off, an arrow flies out of nowhere.

“You’re full of tricks!”

Srakan screamed loudly and was about to rush in, but the ground suddenly changed. The hard dirt floor suddenly turned into a muddy sludge. Unexpectedly, Sraakhan’s feet were caught. The mud that swallowed his feet freeze in an instant.

As soon as Srakan stopped moving, the ax flew. His sword was swung and a sharp wind blew through his skin.

He was obviously facing one enemy, but it felt as if he was surrounded by more. It was as if he was being bitten by tenacious hounds rather than fighting a strong warrior.

“How dare you! Do you want to hunt me?”

Ivan held his breath as he watched Srakan wielded his spear in rage. He held his breath, killed his footsteps, killed his presence and slashed his back.

And he circled back and forth from a distance. To prevent Srakan from noticing, he set a trap with an illusion and fired a bow from the opposite side of him.

Piwoog-.

The magic attracted the guy’s attention and slightly changed the environment to control the guy’s movements. Attacks from blind spots that lead to stealth and sneak attacks, frontal pressure with thunder stride, even the most trivial traps and arrows that irritate nerves.

Ivan was using all his abilities to cut him down little by little. It was driving off to a cliff.

Of course, this was not a warrior’s fighting style. There is no excitement, only sullen and fierce schemes abound. Thor seemed dissatisfied with it.

Cheeky!

A feeble spark flew out and stinged Ivan’s body. But he didn’t care at all.

As a warrior, he will struggle to survive until the very end, rather than die fighting proudly.

Whoops!

Ivan stabbed his spear. Srakan blocked his spear, but was unable to stop the runes surrounding the spear. Four runes, each with different meanings, were attached to Sraakhan’s body. It made him weak. It grabbed the leg and makes his body heavy. It shook his senses and took his stamina.

Srakan clenched his teeth and shouted when he saw that Ivan’s magical power was seeping into his body.

“Tarkan! The glory of the blood! The blessing of madness!”

The guy’s muscles swell. The body, which was still hard, became stronger, and the large body became even bigger.

A typical technique of a Berserker that recovers lost stamina at once and greatly increases attack power and defense power.

A power that can only be used by a Berserker who has deep faith in the orc god of war, Tarkan, with his blessing.

Tadadak!

The runes engraved on the guy’s body exploded as it was. The magic that was trying to control him bounced off, and the ice that was holding him shattered.

“Woo-woo, hoo”

A harsh breath escaped from his mouth. His eyes turn red and red smoke pours out. The wounds carved while dealing with the Basilisk and Ivan healed quickly.

Finally drove him there. He watched until the last battle. All that was left now was either Srakan first got tired and lost his strength, or Ivan lost his life because he couldn’t endure the time.

Ivan’s eyes turned cold. More and more he seeped into the darkness. An armor made of the hide of a golden boar sucked the light and hid him in the dark.

Skills that hide the assassin’s steps and presence erased his existence. His warrior’s sharp sense and strong body moved him, and the ranger’s experience made the strong prey. The wizard’s knowledge made it possible.

Woosh!

Whenever Srakan swung his spear, a powerful force was released and turned it upside down. He dug up the ground and made water gushed out.

Ivan’s body shook violently. Every time his spear brushed past, a wound was etched into him, and his stomach rumbled.

Whoops!

Blood drips from his mouth. The power as a wizard, which was given hastily, has not yet been properly embedded, and the strength is gradually diminished.

Still, Ivan had a fighting spirit in one of his eyes. (dlazarturead(dot)wordpress(dot)com)

If you hold out, you win. Opportunity will come if you persevere. Only that was certain.

“Huh, the harsh breathing sound coming out of Srakan’s mouth has changed a little bit. It wasn’t the breath he exhaled to cool his body that had become hot because he couldn’t withstand his strong power, it was a sound that came from exhaustion.

Again and again, the flesh was torn and burned. The power of the Berserker, bestowed upon him by the Orc God Tarkan, was able to recover all his injuries steadily, but that was everythin. His stamina decreased and his movement was getting slower.

That slight difference made a gap. The ground dug up and turned over was very unstable. Even the ground covered with mud was slippery. It’s only a little bit, but it made Srakan stumble.

Upon seeing it, Ivan exploded to the ground and stabbed his spear. Like when he pierced the heart of his brother, Valkrun.

Squeak!

Ivan’s spear pierced Sraakhan’s chest. But he couldn’t pull his heart out. This is because Srakan held on to Ivan’s spear with one hand. He was indeed a strong enemy.

“You’re the real one!”

Srakan swung his spear while holding the spear embedded in his chest. He tried to cut off the head of Ivan half in front of him.

A very sharp attempt. But Ivan left a laugh.

“You shouldn’t be confident until the very end.”

Swish!

Ivan’s head flies off. His blood is splattered and the body falls.

Beyond that illusion, only one step behind, Ivan stood still.

He took out his shield and took his stance. His target is the spear embedded in the guy’s chest. Like a hammer hitting a chisel, like driving a nail into a tree.

Shield charge, strongly with the feeling of pushing a mountain away.

bang!

Sracan could no longer hold onto the spear. The lost warior’s spear pierced his chest and ripped through a handful of flesh.

In the meantime, Srakan twisted his body to protect his heart, which was great, but it was undoubtedly fatal. He could not recover at once, even with the power of the Berserker.

“Ugh, ugh!”

The weight that had swelled up to its fullest is reduced again. Srakan grabbed his blood-soaked chest and stepped back with a pale face.

There was no strength in his hand holding the spear. He was no longer in a state to fight.

“Oh…”

All those who were watching the battle exclaimed.

The orcs who had been watching began to panic because it was a very disgraceful thing for others to intervene in a one-on-one duel that had been declared for blood vengeance. It was because they never thought that Srakan would be defeated.

Confusion spread in an instant. Seeing that the duel was not over yet, it was not clear whether they should wait for the sake of Srakan’s honor or run to save him.

At that moment, something came up after smelling the blood, it sprang up from the waterway.

Shh!

A large, basilisk with a deep wound on his face opened his mouth wide and attacked Srakan. He twisted his body and thrusted a spear into the basilisk’s jaw, but his body, heavily wounded and exhausted from repeated battles, reacted slowly. Eventually, one of his arms disappeared into the basilisk’s mouth.

“Woooraaa!”

The orcs determined that the sacred duel had been broken by the intervention of the basilisk, rushed to rescue Srakan. Meanwhile, Ivan took a step back.

“Ivan! Are you okay!”

Delfino, who was fighting on the other side, ran and breathed divine power into his body.

Ivan’s condition was a complete mess. How long has it been since the vessel of the spirit has been broken in such a fierce battle? A normal person would have died long ago.

Ivan spit the blood that was rising from inside him to the ground and looked at the enemy with hazy eyes.

“I don’t know if I should have killed him completely, or if it was right to let him go like this.”

As the battle continued, the number of allies decreased significantly, and they were very tired. If Srakan died and the orcs would be blind by vengeance started to rush at once, they wouldn’t be able to stop it. That thought dulled Ivan’s fingertips and saved his life.

Whoo, whoo-.

A horn was heard. Ivan got up again with a nervous expression on his face, but fortunately they started backing away.

Ferocious Tooth, wounded and soaked in blood pulled out a red stone from his bosom and said.

“Lizardmen warriors are coming. Feeling them, the Orcs run away.”

Has it been a day or two after contacting them? The movement of the Lizardmen was faster than expected. It seems that they were preparing in advance and moved as soon as they got the call.

After all, there were so many orcs wandering around. Even it had to do with the snake god Morna’s altar, so they couldn’t just wait for it.

Tring-

A clear sound announcing the end of the incident resounded in Ivan’s ears. The stamina and mana that had fallen to the ground replenished at a rapid rate.

A lot of experience, some gold and items.

It’s reward time.

“The orcs retreated. And we found the trace of the god we had been longing for.”

Lizardman Chief, Crouched Flame showed his teeth and said that. In the eyes of Ivan and Delfino, they looked very fierce, but they seemed to be smiling happily in their own way.

“The damage was great. The orcs were unexpectedly powerful.”

There were many Lizardman warriors who were dead or injured at first glance. Crouched Flame in front of him also had a few new wounds.

But he didn’t seem to care too much about such damage. He spread his chest as if rather proud.

“How can you not shed blood to worship the goddess? If you sacrifice the blood of an orc, she will be very pleased!”

She was a god who took for granted the lives of his followers. There is no way for believers who worship such a god to escape death.

Lizardmen feared their goddess but loved her. It is enough that the snake god Morna’s gaze returned to them again. Everything else is trivial.

“I’m glad you think so.”

Fortunately, the abandoned city of Naga survived. Due to the battle with the orcs, the entrance side was very open, but the castle inside was standing still.

Treasures will be left there. A gift for those who will one day find her traces.

It might be a bit strange to have such a thing in an empty house when the owner has moved out, but it was natural in a way. How can you make the Altar of God shabby?

The altar of Morna the snake god was a very dangerous place, but she did not attack her followers. So it didn’t take long to explore the inside.

Ivan and Delfino did not participate in the search. He felt like he wanted to join in and claim his share, but his physical condition was not good at all.

In addition, things that ignored Lizardman, a follower of the snake god Morna, were hostile to Ivan and Delfino. He had to hold back his tears and walk away.

Crouched Flame said that he would take care of it in moderation, so he just have to believe what he said.

Shh.

The Basilisk, the watchman who nearly died fighting the orcs, was lying on the floor and eating the deer that the Lizardmen had caught.

Delfino looked at it with curious eyes.

“Hmm, this is the first time I’ve seen a basilisk this close.”

“Have you ever seen it?”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t a good situation.”

Usually, it was one of two things when meeting a large monster such as a basilisk. Either die or kill. Otherwise, no one had ever had a chance to see it this close.

Delfino must have experienced a very fierce battle with a basilisk before. But since it’s a monster that didn’t attack himself, it’s bound to be a different experience. (dlazarturead(dot)wordpress(dot)com)

Smack!

Ivan, who had been staring at it for a while, moved. It looked like he was trying to go somewhere, it seemed his body was too heavy to just sit and rest.

“Where are you going?”

When Delfino asked a question as if puzzled, Ivan spit it out while choosing what to say.

“There are many pockets that have lost their owners.”

Delfino also stood up without a word.


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