Two days pass.
It was only a matter of time.
There in the distance is an army, and I mean an army this time. It wasn't led by a general, instead at the front of its host seems to be some kind of mouse man. I reckon he ranks above core commander, but below general, and his level should be. 540. That is higher than that prisoner in the capital. Though it doesn't mean it is stronger, quite the opposite actually. A boss at that level might be considered above raid level, but a mob is still strong, but not as strong as a level three hundred human. The game is just biased to the good guys. Still, it isn't like any of us could one v one it.
A harpy soars over above, flapping its wings vigorously before arriving just in front of the wall.
"You are the leader of this army?" It asks.
"I am, and what does that matter?" I ask back.
"My lord has called for a cease fire, he believes a meeting would benefit both sides." The harpy speaks like this siege is almost impossible, yet from my point of view, it is us who should be begging for mercy.
"I accept this meeting, send him to the wall alone, so we might discuss." I figured he would think it a trap, but the bird thing flies back.
He speaks to his leader, and the mouse nods, slowly walking up to the wall. "Vampier." He gazes up at me. "I am elder Mix, of the frown tribe, I do not wish for blood. Instead we only ask for the return of the rod."
"I do not negotiate with terrorists." My words make him tilt his head.
Is he so naive, that he thought we would actually negotiate?
Two people spring out from behind me, leaping off the wall.
"What is the meaning of this." He watches as Sophia and Monster cut off his escape route.
"There may be some confusion." I also drop down, snapping a coin in two. Now we both can only attack each other, not anyone else. "But I would prefer it if my men didn't have to die."
"So we want the same thing." He takes a step back bumping into Monster. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because we don't want to give up the rod." I draw my sword.
"That's fine, just let me return, I will retreat my army." He seems almost desperate.
"Your mistake, I have the god of fire on my side, there won't be an army to retreat." At this moment we all strike at the same time.
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Why is mine so small? Doesn't matter. I deflect his blows, and through brute defense alone survive his magical attacks. This fight was already decided the moment he came alone.
I glimpse a ray of fire, burning down the whole forest. They couldn't react, as they didn't have a commander, so the warriors each chose different actions. Some attacked, others retreated, well the majority just sat around in shock.
The mage class specializes in AOE. They're almost as shit as me when it comes to single targets, but no one out does there mob killing potential.
I let myself get distracted, allowing his hoof to hit my face. Like a bouncy ball, I slam into the ground, bouncing high enough for him to kick me into the sky, and in that moment, a blue laser beam attempts to turn me to ash.
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Good showing, that is some of the most damage I have taken from a non raid boss. It still isn't enough to kill me though. Thumping into the floor, I pull myself back to my feet.
Even with dozens of holes in his body, the mouse continues his desperate fight. After five long minutes, we bring the beast to his knees.
It grosses me out when I see mobs cry, so I quickly look away, and Sophia does the finishing blow.
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We won, and yet I don't feel very victorious. It was barely a fight, and five thousand troops lost their lives. Some managed to escape, but Lock and the others are hunting them down. Surely such a scene should fill me with pride, like the last time, and yet I feel so gross. I think it is because he told me he would retreat with out a fight.
A few days brightened my spirits. And I happily hum, looking at how much my stats have grown. I can't believe I am already twenty five percent stronger.
I glance at the sky. It's going to rain.
"I was telling you." A man glances up as I walk up to him. "You need something?"
This drunken fool is the city's blacksmith. He is working with Monster on the project I gave them, except this bumbling man is not working.
"I am so sorry." I bow to the man who he was spilling his life story to. Dropping a few coins on the table, I drag the blacksmith away.
Arriving at the blacksmiths forge, Monster waves to me. "I am almost done with the first batch." He tosses me one of the items I ordered.
Level requirement 25
Repeating crossbow.
This weapon grew famous in the noble war, but now finds few users in the witch hunting society. Legend goes, sir Arf the red, killed an enemy commander from across the field of battle, with this very weapon.
Shots twice for every skill used.
It doesn't have that useful arch like bows and spells, but it does more damage, and that repeating attribute is pretty nice.
"What about the rest?" He flips his finger to a crate the moment I ask the question.
Peaking in, I see the thirty repeating crossbows.
"The other items might need some special ores, so if you would go to the market for me." He tosses me a note with all he needs.
"About the drunk." I look down at the blacksmith. His arms are crossed, and I have never seen someone frown like that.
"He escapes too much to be useful." Monster complains.
The blacksmith stands up with annoyance. "I do not! This is my forge, I can do what I damn well please. I don't need youngings…" He stops the moment he realizes we are both older than him. "Just get out of my hair."
"Please sir, maybe I can change your mind." I offer up a bag of silver.
He glances at it, before shaking his head. And so I grab a second bag of silver, causing him to snatch both of them. "I am not one who can't be negotiated with." He bites at the silver with a smile glued to his face.
"We all know how this goes." Monster starts up the forge. "He will work for a few days, just to complain his back hurts, and run off to god knows where."
"I do not do that." He hurriedly runs up to him. "You're doing it wrong again, do you want to break her?" He takes over and I leave the blacksmith.