Free Web NovelChapter 19: Sudden invasion?!
Upon hearing the suggestion, Ryven’s eyes lit up, though confusion quickly followed in his mind.
"Treasure Weapon?" He asked sounding very interested.
The clerk noticed his confusion and quickly understood.
Looking at his unfamiliar face, the clerk immediately realized who he was.
This was the person the village chief held in high regard.
"It seems you’re not aware of what a Treasure Weapon is. Allow me to explain."
"Treasure Weapons are crafted by experts who awakened systems related to weapon forging."
The clerk gestured for him to follow. Soon, they arrived at a deeper section of the shop.
The moment he stepped inside, Ryven immediately felt strange fluctuations coming from the displayed weapons. Each one emitted an extraordinary aura.
His eyes brightened, he was about to ask about the price, but the clerk spoke before he could.
"Once a craftsman reaches a certain level, they gain the ability to create Treasured Weapons. Each one possesses unique characteristics."
She then picked up a sword.
The blade possessed an icy appearance, measuring roughly a meter in length, with a dark-blue hilt.
Even from nearly a meter away, Ryven could feel the chilling aura radiating from it.
Its edge looked incredibly sharp, but judging by its slender frame, it didn’t appear particularly durable.
"This weapon was crafted by Lord Jerry, a renowned craftsman in the village."
She lightly waved the sword.
"If you successfully wound someone with this blade, frost will form around the injury and gradually immobilize the affected area for a short period of time."
"This is only a low-level Treasured Weapon. But, Low-level and mid-level are the only ones available here."
Once the explanation was over, Ryven finally voiced the question that had been on his mind the entire time.
"How much does it cost?"
The clerk revealed an awkward expression before answering quietly.
"Two thousand five hundred merit points... for a low-level Treasured Weapon."
Ryven nearly choked on his own saliva.
"On second thought... maybe I should reconsider. Give me some time."
Bullcr*p, with two thousand five hundred merit points, I can at least buy myself armor and various weapons. Even after that, I could still buy enough food to last for weeks.
Ryven muttered to himself, once again feeling overwhelmed by the price.
The clerk, meanwhile, wasn’t particularly surprised by his reaction. After all, two thousand five hundred merit points, is isn’t something an ordinary person could easily obtain.
In comparison, a normal weapon only cost around one or two hundred merit points.
Ryven eventually stepped outside the blacksmith shop.
At that moment, a loud bell suddenly resounded throughout the entire village.
It wasn’t ear-piercing, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.
The bell rang once, twice, and finally, a third time.
The moment the third ring echoed through the village, the expressions of the people around him instantly changed. Their faces turned pale, and their eyes sank as though a catastrophe was about to descend.
"It actually rang three times?" A woman muttered, trembling as she clutched her daughter’s arm tightly.
The same fear that the woman felt, also spread among the other civilians.
"Everyone! It’s definitely a sudden invasion. The fortress is going to be attacked!" A slightly older man shouted in warning.
His urgent tone made it obvious that he had experienced this kind of situation before.
After all, the ringing of the bell carried different meanings.
One ring meant a possible threat capable of entering the village. Usually, First-Stage or perhaps Second-Stage abominations, with concealment abilities.
Two rings meant a threat dangerous enough to kill civilians, requiring all shops to close immediately and everyone to hide in their underground basements.
The abominations that could appear would be Third-Stage, or if their luck was bad, even Fourth-Stage could appear..
Three rings of the bell meat the danger was very high. It signified that there was a possibility the fortress could be temporarily breached.
The abominations that might appear would be Fifth-Stage, in worst-case scenario, even Sixth-Stage.
The people of the village gradually calmed down.
Most of them had already experienced the ringing of the bell before, though some were still shocked since it was their first time hearing three bells ring.
Eventually, their earlier panic faded, and the civilians immediately began hiding inside their homes.
Looking at the ordinary civilians, Ryven sighed softly.
He was confused as to why abominations could still attack the village, considering the village chief had mentioned that a barrier, or rather, an array formation—concealed the village’s existence.
In the end, he shrugged the thought off and decided to head toward the fortress to help.
This time, he didn’t want to call for Samminah or Fred. He wanted to stop relying on them so much.
At the same time, he noticed many hunters and reinforcements rushing toward the fortress’s front lines.
They wore black masks and military-like uniforms colored dark green. The weapons they carried were all low-level Treasured Weapons, while some even wielded mid-level ones.
It didn’t take long before Ryven arrived at the fortress. After all, he had already been close to it since he was in the main part of the village earlier.
The moment he reached the walls, Ryven heard a familiar voice resounding from the front lines.
"The reinforcements and hunters have arrived! Today, we fight to protect our village with everything we have."
The voice belonged to Instructor Lawrence.
Right now, his demeanor resembled that of a true general. The scars across his face and body only made him appear even more intimidating and battle-hardened.
Ryven’s eyes lit up the moment he saw him. He quickly ran outside the wall to talk to Instructor Lawrence.
After approaching him, Ryven asked between ragged breaths.
"I-Instructor Lawrence... How could there suddenly be an invasion?!"
He asked in deep confusion, while also subtly probing whether Lawrence knew anything about the mysterious statue said to protect the village through sacrifices.
Lawrence paused and turned toward the voice. The moment he recognized Ryven, he narrowed his eyes.
"It’s you?"
He paused and carefully observed him first. Noticing that Ryven’s physique had noticeably improved, a satisfied expression briefly appeared on his face.
"I’ll explain it later. The current problem right now is dealing with those tides of disgusting creatures. It’s a Red Troll."
Looking into the distance, Ryven saw a gigantic troll slowly approaching. Surrounding it were dozens of smaller trolls marching alongside it.
It possessed long, sharp fangs that curved outward from its mouth. Its skin was crimson red, while a pair of horns resembling those of a devil protruded from its head. The Red Troll itself was as massive as a three-story house.
In its hand was an enormous mace. However, it wasn’t crafted from metal or stone, but from corpses stitched together. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
There were remains of abominations mixed within it, along with human flesh.
"T-this..."
Goosebumps spread across Ryven’s body. It wasn’t only the Fifth-Stage Red Troll that terrified him, but also the countless trolls around it, each one as large as an ordinary human
At that moment, he suddenly recalled what Samminah had said earlier.
Wait... this is ridiculous?! Did it follow us here? No, that shouldn’t be possible.
Samminah has a concealment ability.
Unless... The target from the beginning was actually Reinett Village?
Looking at the horde of abominations, Ryven gulped nervously. Most of them were Second-Stage creatures, while only a few were First-Stage.
What made the scene truly terrifying was the sheer number of them. There were at least five hundred abominations marching toward the fortress.
"HAHAHAHA! THIS WILL BE FUN!"
While deep in his thoughts. A woman’s voice rang out with pure excitement as she appeared beside Ryven and Instructor Lawrence.
Standing nearly six feet tall, she radiated an overwhelming sense of dominance.
Her hair was dark as ink, it was cut short in a wolf cut that reached just above her shoulders, her Cherry blossom-colored eyes glowed fiercely, containing deep and profound battle experience within them.
She wore an entirely black outfit that accentuated her narrow waist and graceful figure. Altogether, she gave off the presence of a proud tigress.
"Lady Arianna?" Instructor Lawrence blinked in surprise at her sudden appearance.
The guards and hunters were equally shocked. However, their morale, already high earlier, soared even further upon seeing her.
"Lady Arianna is here! We’re definitely going to defeat those disgusting abominations!"
The hunters shouted in excitement.
As for Ryven, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar by her.
"Good, good. So you’re the person I’ve been hearing about the village chief huh... But with that weak body of yours is rather disappointing."
She complained while effortlessly lifting him with one hand.
Ryven gulped as he felt her rough grip. Then, like a complete maniac, Arianna burst into loud laughter.
"Let’s see how strong you are!"
The moment she finished speaking, she threw him forward toward the endless wave of charging trolls.
Ryven’s scalp instantly went numb. With Arianna’s strength, she could easily send him flying straight into the middle of the horde.
"What the hell?! Dammit, someone please help me!"
Ryven shouted in a panic. Earlier, he had wanted to make a good impression on Arianna and build a positive relationship with her.
But now, he felt deeply traumatized after realizing that she was an absolute lunatic.
Instructor Lawrence, who witnessed the scene, reacted a little too late.
Just as Ryven was about to thrown in the approaching hoard of trolls, he suddenly noticed that his body had stopped midair.
He was strangely floating.
The force pushing him forward had completely vanished.
Looking behind him, Ryven immediately felt overwhelming relief and gratitude.There, he saw a teenager with deep black hair and amber eyes.
"Hans!"
Ryven let out a sigh of relief.
