Chapter 242: Gaining Entrance (1/2)
Several seconds passed in intense silence, as the remaining trio of guards continued to shake and silently measure the unarmed vigorous orc from the top to the bottom.
Against such piercing, scrutinizing gazes, Roas remained silent, and simply withstood them with a cold, but the calm outlook on his face. He did not react, nor gave any micro movement, but let the three think their options over.
After what seemed like an eternity but in reality, was only just a dozen seconds, the closest of the guards, raised his halberd once more, pointing at the road, and the still motionlessly standing leaner silhouette on the road.
”[Orc] Turn back and leave with your lord from where you came from. We do not want your kind here, outsider.” The guard gave his warning to the unarmed figure.
Roas, hearing their denial once again shook his head whilst clicking his tongue with dissatisfaction.
”[Orc] I really wanted to settle this peacefully. After all, you all used to be my people…” He sighed before he continued. ”...but it seems that the darkness has now run too deep in your blood, corrupting your very being, your mind too deeply. You are unable to think clearly and see the big picture any more…”
Taking a step back he turned sideways and turned towards the leaner silhouette a bit further away. As he spoke, his voice no longer held any traces of coldness, but it was filled with reverence. Respect and loyalty towards that unknown figure.
”[Orc] My lord, they are beyond saving. I have done all I could, but they refuse to listen to reason. I'm afraid they need your guiding hand.”
The figure in the shadows finally showed signs of life, as it slowly stepped forward. As the silhouette entered into the moonlight, a strange, never before seen figure revealed himself in front of the trio of guards. He looked vaguely a mixture between an orc and a goblin. He looked much leaner, scrawnier than an orc, but he was much taller, darker skinned than the goblins. It was a complete mystery to them, what this man actually was.
However, they couldn't lament, think about the origin of this being, as suddenly when the figure took his second step forward, a strange pressure suddenly descended upon them, forcing them towards the ground. It was a strange sensation, an invisible force, engulfing, surrounding their entire being, pushing them steadily on the ground.
Taking them off-guard, at first, they struggled against it thinking that as time went on, they will get used to it and will be able to withstand it.
Unfortunately for them, the pressure didn't seem to ease even after several seconds. As the figure slowly approached them, the feeling only intensified, instead of easing up. Their knees wobbling, they struggled to even remain standing against this strangely now-terrifying being.
”[Orc] What are your goals? What are you all thinking about? This pointless arrogance… just to end up dying without even a grave to remember you by… Is it worth it?” He stepped closer to the forefront guard, gently reaching out to him with his frail-looking hand.
Reaching his chin, he suddenly grabbed the orc's neck and with no change in his calm, smiling expression he lifted the orc off the ground with ease, shocking the other two in the process.
”[Orc] See? You are nothing. Standing against the tide will net you nothing but an early end without a grave to remember you by. Stop your pointless struggling and stand with me instead. Open the gates silently and you will be spared.”
With his warning said, he simply threw the orc back to his remaining two partners and took several steps back into the darkness. As he did so, the pressure slowly eased up on the trio, giving them a momentary relief.
Although they were proud, seasoned warriors of the tribe, they weren't that clouded in their minds to not realize the clear difference in power. Whilst they thought they could probably contend against this unarmed orc that downed their fourth partner with a singular punch, they felt completely, utterly powerless against that monstrous entity behind him.