Free Web NovelChapter 149: Alaria & Gorak
As the guards watched Victor’s movements, such as the way he dodged the arrow, was hit, and still managed to dodge their companion’s strike, they exchanged nervous glances.
But before they could make a decision, the magical archer on the roof raised her voice.
"No more games," she said, her voice clear and authoritative. "Finish him now."
With these words, she fired another arrow, this time imbued with a fire enchantment. The arrow glowed red, its tip sparking as it sliced through the air, much faster than before.
’For Magic Archers, I know very well that the enchantment infused into each arrow can increase its speed and accuracy. I just have to pay attention to the glow of these arrows to be able to predict what will happen.’ Victor thought.
Since this was a fire arrow, Victor knew that he couldn’t dodge it this time. He raised his sword and channelled a small amount of Den into the blade. At the last moment, he turned the sword in one quick motion, deflecting the arrow to the right. The arrow exploded as it hit the ground, releasing an intense wave of heat and flame all around.
"And you’re still a coward," Victor said, this time addressing the archer directly.
The archer frowned, put one foot forward and said:
"I am Alaria, the best archer in this region. Do you really think I’m going to come down there and fight you just because you called me a ’coward’?" she asked, drawing another arrow from her quiver.
"It would save me the trouble of coming down there."
Victor lunged forward, and the guards quickly retreated.
Seeing the guards so afraid, Alaria pressed her lips together in anger. She fired two more arrows in quick succession, both imbued with ice magic. Victor parried the first and blocked the second, but the ice shards from one cut his face while the other froze the blade.
"You’ll pay for this later," Victor said.
Without waiting for the guards to retreat, he cut them down with brutal efficiency. The first was slashed in the stomach, and the second and third were killed so quickly they didn’t even see how. Slowly, the courtyard became littered with corpses.
Alaria smiled, but before she could say anything complimentary, the large warehouse door opened with a bang. All eyes turned to the imposing figure that emerged from it. He was a sturdy man, as tall as a sumo wrestler. His muscles were so large and defined that they looked as if they had been carved from stone. He wore heavy armor, reinforced with metal plates, and carried a hammer that seemed to weigh as much as a cart.
"Well, well," said this robust man, his voice deep and resonant. "This is taking too long, so the boss asked me to see what’s going on."
Victor looked at the man and quickly assessed the new threat. He knew that this opponent differed from the others; there was no point in cutting or cursing, because he was too big to be killed quickly.
Alaria descended from the roof with an agile leap, landing softly beside the stout man. "This is Gorak," she said, an evil smile curving her lips. "He will enjoy having fun with you."
"Is this man bothering you, Alaria?"
"Yes, Gorak. Please finish him off for me." freёwebnoѵel.com
Victor stared at Gorak, his eyes fixed on the mountain of muscle before him. The cold night wind blew past.
"So, your name is Gorak," Victor said in a firm but low voice. "Interesting. Let me ask you, is that your first name or your last name?"
Gorak laughed, a guttural laugh that echoed through the courtyard. "A family name I am very proud of!"
"Ah, a Gorak... so that explains your enormous accumulation of mass."
Alaria glanced back at Victor one last time before turning and walking towards the warehouse. Her steps were determined, and she didn’t look back.
"Hey!" shouted Victor. "Are you running away?"
She stopped for a moment, her back to him, and replied in a voice that carried a tone of amusement. "Running away? No, just fulfilling my role. I’ve always been just a scout. I’ll leave the job of killing you to Gorak."
With that, she disappeared into the dark interior of the warehouse. Victor knew he had little time before Gorak attacked, so he took the opportunity to take a deep breath, regain his balance and focus. On the plus side, it was good that Alaria was gone, it would be difficult to deal with her and Gorak at the same time.
Gorak began to move slowly, his hammer dragging on the stone floor, creating sparks that looked like small flames. His every step echoed through the courtyard, a reminder of the enormous brute strength he possessed.
Victor twisted his still partially frozen sword, trying to channel enough Den to thaw it. He felt the heat slowly returning to the blade, the ice particles evaporating into small clouds of steam.
"Don’t think you have time to prepare," Gorak said, raising the hammer above his head. "I’ll finish this quickly."
With a roar, Gorak brought the hammer as high as he could lift it and slammed it into the ground.
Victor rolled to the side, feeling the shaking caused by the hammer hitting the ground and the stones rising from the ground.
Meanwhile, inside the warehouse, Alaria hurried toward a large cart that stood not far from the half-open wooden gates of the warehouse.
The cart was crammed with sacks of gold, jewels, and other treasures. On top of this pile of riches, a man lay sleeping, indifferent to the chaos outside.
"Boss," Alaria called. "We have a problem."
The man stirred, muttering something unintelligible before slowly opening his eyes. He was a middle-aged man with a scarred face, a bald head, and arm muscles showing.
"Who’s making all that noise?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
"It’s Gorak, sir, and the man you, I mean we, were expecting," Alaria replied. "Victor Shieldman."
