Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 18: Sorrow in the Rain
I am now increasingly suspicious that this damn Chief Hondos is actually an undercover agent of the Apocalypse Empire lurking within the Continental Alliance!
As the key figure in determining the success or failure of this mission, this ugly green monster had no sense of self-protection at all. He even ran to where there were more enemies and hid in where it was more dangerous. He stood still among the enemies and did not retreat even when they hacked him with axes and blood flew everywhere. His meaning was very clear: either he died and we all went our separate ways and the mission failed; or we risked our lives to rescue him.
This is simply coercion! It is blackmail! It is a shameless moral kidnapping!!! This half-orc thug who only wears a barrel skirt from head to toe used his life to force us to become a shield for him to block the bullet hole. We are five unlucky people who are extremely unlucky. On the one hand, we curse his ancestors in our hearts, but on the other hand, we still have to "willingly" use our flesh and blood to block his sword.
"...Go back to where you belong..." This hot-headed chief would shout loudly every time he rushed towards the enemy.
And every time this happens, I feel from the bottom of my heart that the person who should go back here is himself.
Finally, we once again wiped out a group of brutal skeletons. The series of fierce battles cost us a heavy price. Each of us had less than one-third of our lives left. The worst-off Nocturne in B-flat Minor was almost killed by an axe. Niu Baiwan's armor was seriously damaged, and tiny cracks began to appear on my sword. The magic power of the fairy had long been used up, and now it was completely supported by magic potions. Ding Ding Xiaoge's three servants were killed one by one, and I'm afraid they can't be summoned within five minutes. The culprit who caused our miserable situation - the trouble-making Chief Hondos, was still walking in front of us, shaking his head and pacing leisurely.
"I really want to kill him with one blow! This is more tiring than killing the boss!" Tintin stared at his back and gritted his teeth. I think his words expressed the deepest thoughts that each of us wanted to say but didn't - Chief Hondos's idiotic behavior has reached the point where even his own people can't stand it.
"Hold on a little longer..." Niu Baiwan advised kindly. He was the organizer of this adventure, and he probably felt that he should be responsible for our current embarrassing situation, so he kept smiling and comforting us all the way.
"... We finally made it here..." Niu Baiwan said sincerely, "... Be patient a little longer, just consider it as giving me face..."
"Woo, this place doesn't belong to you, go back to where you belong..." Before Niu Baiwan finished his words, a familiar roar sounded from the front again - for us, this was simply a death curse - and then we saw the topless Hondos Chief waving his fists and howling wildly and rushing into a group of animal skeletons...
Chief Hondos's reckless behavior was like a huge mouth, which slapped Niu Baiwan hard on the nose when he needed face the most. This was simply adding insult to injury for Niu Baiwan, who had already lost face.
At this moment, Niu Baiwan opened his mouth and fell into a brief state of petrification.
This is really too much! We looked at the Tauren Paladin with sympathy.
After a while, Niu Baiwan finally came to his senses. He shouted angrily, "Kill that little bastard! Don't give me face!"
We looked at each other in bewilderment and could only shrug our shoulders helplessly. We dragged our exhausted bodies covered in wounds, swallowed two bottles of potion, drew our weapons, and went out to kill together...
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Niu Baiwan said that he wanted to kill Chief Hondos, which was of course his impulsive words. No matter how much we agreed with this statement in our hearts, in the end we still fought hard to kill all the corrupt people who besieged Chief Hondos.
The dwarf bard Nocturne in B-flat minor unfortunately died in this battle. This is not too surprising - as a melee profession, the bard's health is not very high, and the defense provided by the leather armor is even lower. We can even say that he has persisted until now before dying, which is enough to prove his superb fighting skills.
Fortunately, the Paladin can also learn the "Gift of Life" spell at level 45. Niu Baiwan used up the last drop of magic power and resurrected Nocturne on the spot. At this time, each of us was on the verge of collapse, and our respective states could no longer support a fierce encounter. I have made up my mind. If Chief Hondos still wants to provoke the corrupted in front of him, I will never save him even if he is cut into pieces in front of me - I will even applaud and cheer for those murderous , thanking them for freeing us from the coercion of this guy.
Although we had received the mission, we all had the obligation to rescue him , and we had fought side by side with him - if hitting the enemy in the face with a soft fist can be barely called "fighting" - we should never watch him die. However, if a person rushes to die, no one can stop him. We can only express our deep regret, but there is nothing we can do.
Fortunately, Chief Hondos did not continue to move forward, but stopped in an open space. This open space was not very large, only ten steps square at most, and there was a bonfire burning in the middle of the open space. This was the only bonfire we saw after entering the valley. Looking at it, we couldn't help but wonder - do you think a group of skeletons who were rotten to the point of only bones would be so excited to run to this wilderness to hold a picnic? Would they use this bonfire to keep warm or barbecue? Or maybe boil a pot of fragrant soup - bone soup!
Anyway, they won't lack raw materials...
You know what, I actually found two dry branches in a Y shape on both sides of the bonfire, and a thin iron rod was placed between the two branches, with one end bent over to form a handle that could be turned. The middle of the iron rod had been burnt black, and the bright red color of charcoal fire could be seen faintly.
This is indeed a set of standard tools for a standard picnic barbecue.
Chief Hondos slowly walked to the campfire, holding the iron rod and gently turning it twice. The iron rod rubbed against the branches at both ends, making a slight "squeaking" sound. As the iron rod turned, dozens of bright sparks suddenly floated in the campfire, and were blown up into the sky by the breeze, like a group of naughty fireflies, flying higher and higher, and finally... they disappeared...
We sat on the ground and took advantage of this rare free time to rest. Because Chief Hondos had his back to us, we could not see his expression.
Along the way, this rough and reckless orc chieftain caused us countless troubles. From beginning to end, he was always so high-spirited, rude and heroic, and it was really difficult to tell his age.
But at this time, although I could only see his back, I had a strong feeling in my heart: this stubborn and eccentric half-orc had already entered his old age. Although all half-orcs have somewhat bent spines, in addition to racial blood reasons, Chief Hondos's back was more hunched, as if his waist had been bent by a long period of time.
I suddenly regretted calling him a "green monster" behind his back...
"Fok, come out..." Standing by the campfire, Chief Hondos turned his face to the cave and shouted loudly. His voice had the special hoarseness of an orc, and seemed to tremble slightly, and it also had some indescribable majesty.
"…I know you are in there, and I am here to find you! You want to kill me, I know. Now I am here! Come on! Come and do what you want to do…"
The chief was very emotional, and it sounded like he had a deep hatred with the leader of the corrupt here. I don't know what happened between them.
As Chief Hondos roared, heavy footsteps were heard from far away in the cave. Along with the footsteps, a terrifying figure of a skeleton monster rushed out of the cave.
Although his entire body had rotted away to the point that only a skeleton remained, with no full and firm muscles on his chest and no tight and bulging blood vessels on his forehead, we can still describe him as "majestic and majestic." His bones were particularly thick and strong, and his entire body looked particularly well-proportioned and coordinated. Although the spine on his back was slightly curved, the skull on his neck was always proudly raised, as if he was born with an indestructible will and would never bow down to anyone.
I know that it may be ridiculous to evaluate the so-called "temperament" of a skeleton, but at this moment, I truly felt the distinct "temperament" of the 55th-level corrupt person in front of us. This is a temperament of tenacity, perseverance, strong resistance, heroic spirit, and inspiring. Even if I was just standing a dozen steps in front of him and looking at him from afar, I couldn't help but feel a burst of admiration and admiration in my heart. The irony is that all these exciting and lively emotions actually came from a corrupt person who should be synonymous with darkness, despair and fear.
Like the other corrupted ones we met along the way, he also had a very flat forehead, a protruding jaw, and two thick fangs on his lips - but his fangs were particularly thick. These characteristics, coupled with Chief Hondos's previous shouting, made me realize that this should be the characteristics of an orc. In other words, the corrupted ones entrenched in this valley are all transformed from the corpses of orcs.
There are so many orcs, almost the sum of all the strong men in a tribe.
Unlike the other corrupted ones, this one did not expose his strong and muscular skeleton, but was wearing a set of copper armor and a copper pointed helmet on his skull. This set of armor had obviously been preserved for a long time, and some seams faintly revealed green copper rust, but at the same time it was covered with many fresh scars, and the scratches faintly shone with bright copper luster. There were so many types and numbers of these scars that you could find traces of almost every weapon in the world on them. Some scars had even completely penetrated the defense of the armor, tearing open a terrifying gap on it, and each gap was surrounded by blood. I don’t know how the owner of this armor could withstand so many and so heavy fatal injuries when he was alive. In my opinion, even the most outstanding warriors and knights in the entire Farvi continent would have died long ago after being severely injured by half of this armor.
In his hands, he held a crude but sturdy spear. The handle was a heavy wooden stick as thick as a goose egg. The tip of the spear seemed to be made of the teeth of some magical beast. It was not only sharp, but also seemed to be shining with some strange magic. A flag was tied to the top of the spear. On the flag was a soaring falcon. The falcon held a battle axe in one claw and an olive branch in the other, flying over a towering mountain. The flag seemed to express the meaning of some tribal totem, but now it was soaked in blood plasma and muddy water and almost lost its color. Some parts were torn into tattered strips of cloth.
The name of this corrupted being was "Big Fok, the Beast Bone Berserker", a leader-level skeleton monster. As soon as he walked out of the cave, he stared at Chief Hondos standing by the campfire. The blood-red soul fire was burning fiercely in his skull, flickering from his two eye sockets from time to time, adding a bit of manic and violent aura to him.
Seeing Chief Hondos, Big Fok seemed a little hesitant. He first took two steps back, then raised his spear with his right hand and pointed it at the chief's chest. The spear trembled in his hand. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but could only make meaningless cold sounds such as "click, click, hiss, ah..." Finally, he actually opened his arms, raised his head to the sky, and let out a shrill howl. The sound was like a sharp knife cutting into people's hearts, making me feel waves of trembling pain, as if I was about to be torn apart, as if I was experiencing a period of distress, confusion, despair and great pain.
Even the vast sky seemed to have no place to contain this huge resentment of pain and despair. The boundless dark clouds suddenly rolled up and pressed down heavily, as if they were going to crush the earth completely. The whole world suddenly became dark and dreary, as if it was a vast despair. After a period of death-like gloom, a flash of lightning tore the integrity of the world apart, like a huge wound between heaven and earth that could not be healed. Dense drops of water sprayed down from the wound, as if it was not raining, but drops of blood from a torn heart.
In the dense rain, Big Fok stopped shouting. He stood up again, looked up at the Orc Chieftain in front of him, and raised the spear in his hand again.
Suddenly, his temperament changed drastically. The remains of the warrior who was so majestic and heroic a moment ago suddenly became cold and fierce, and his whole body was filled with a strong murderous aura that chilled people to the bone. At this moment, the last trace of his own broken mark in his soul was completely wiped out. The big Fok in front of us now was an evil ghost who had completely fallen into killing and darkness and could no longer accept any light of soul.
This former warrior has now completely decayed, not only his body but also his soul.
Another flash of lightning!
The spear flew, piercing through the heavy rain curtain, and attacked the throat of Chief Hondos...
