Chapter 269: -Clash (1) (1/2)
A momentary silence ensued in the hallway where two opposing forces stood against each other. At one side a group of armored creatures, with humanoid, robust body shapes. One could just take a look at them and mistakenly think they were the very same orcs since they were currently in the heart of their settlement.
Yes, it would be a mistake, a grave mistake to think of them as simple as 'orcs'. While their shape, and maybe even their look that was hidden under the full body armor would resemble one, but if one would take a deeper, closer look at them, he or she would see the differences. For one, they had very little of their own life essences circulating inside their bodies. Two, in addition to their own fading energies, they had an additional much more sinister, dark mystical source swirling at their center, engulfing their minds and Monster Cores in its entirety. This dark, twisted, sinister source was their main source of power that commandeered this small battalion of warriors to stand against the invaders.
They had no free will of their own, they were little more than the stone guardians; puppets, with barely any life left in them, moved on magical strings to their master's amusement. They stood still, looking at the four opponents that stupidly dared to stand up against them, protecting that fragile-looking oversized goblin in the back.
The frontline soldiers tightened their grip on their weapons as they awaited the mental command to throw themselves on them without a care in the world.
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Looking at the creatures garbed in gorgeous steel armors, an expectant smile curved at the edges of Roas' lips. A grand battle was about to break out. A chance to prove his worth and show his power to the young master. He wanted to show the power he held, he wanted to prove that he deserved his spot as his guardian.
The young master saved him, pulled him out of his wallowing misery, and gave him hope a new source of light to stand up against the despairing darkness once again. He was given a chance to payback for all the pain and torment he and his people had gone through due to the actions of these so-called overlords.
The power he was granted, boosted his strength by an incredible amount. He was strong, much stronger than when he was under the influence of that horrible staff. Still, he knew this power was far from enough. He wasn't even close to the level of his young master, he still needed to train, and looking at the opponents ahead, and listening to the thoughts and whispers of his master through the connection they shared, he knew that this hall will hold much more than this initial welcoming committee.
Looking at his left, he smiled at the sight of these strange, new creatures that joined the Fold. While it wasn't explicitly explained, he understood from the master's thoughts that these three used to be goblins that he transformed, reshaped. They were all evolved creatures, with matching or maybe even higher strength than what he currently held.
Looking at them, his resolve increased further. He was determined to prove his worth. He will be the number one, he was the first, and he will stay the first both in standing and power.
Still, since it was their first fight together, and for some reason, the enemy still hasn't shown any intention of initiating this battle, he parted his lips as a guttural voice was hushed into the air aimed at the three new joiners.
”[Goblin] I am Roas, the first and the Master's Guardian. What are you three called, and what are your strengths? We need to work together if we want to make the young master proud.”
The first to answer was the tallest, strongest, and closest male that held the most similarities with the young master. He was also the one, that seemed to carry the young master's energy signature within his body. The tribal, ritualistic animal figureheads tattooed all over his body, did give him some ideas about his strengths, and his profession but it was still best to ask while they had the chance.
Still, despite this fact, he didn't seem overconfident, nor arrogant. Keeping his eyes on the enemies ahead, he spoke in a clear, calm tone of voice; another similarity that was the young master's signature.
”[Goblin] I am called Glohn, I am the master's envoy, the hand to execute his will. I will be with you in the forefront, with Gob while Galina will assist us from the back, as she is more proficient with healing than melee combat.”
The two younger ones silently nodded when their names were mentioned. Both holding a lance in their hands, they had the same determination that did not falter in front of Roas' own. Witnessing it, Roas smiled at it, shifting his attention and facing the opponents ahead.