Chapter 22: Chapter 21: Low-Tier Dungeon 47, Part V (2/2)

I took off the crude orc soldier's sword and laid it down on the ground.

The sword was increasing my STR by 10 and my damage by 100, increasing my base damage to 3675 and added another 130 damage (with the 100 increase in damage and the 30 damage increase from the 10 point STR increase), making my total damage output at 3805. It definitely made me significantly stronger, but I decided to keep it for the boss.

I cracked my knuckles to warm up my hands and took one step towards the orcs, with a grin growing at the corner of my lips.

As I slowly walked towards the group of orcs, the orcs finally took notice of me at drew their weapons and took up fighting stances.

The elite guardians drew their spears, the elite soldiers drew their one-handed swords, the elite archers nocked their bows, and the elite champion drew its giant sword before taking positions and marching towards me.

The orcs on the first and second floors charged at me without a thought, but the elite orcs were different.

”So I guess you guys are elite, huh?”

If they weren't going to come to me, I would go to them. I charged forward.

As soon as I moved, the elite archers quickly drew back their bows and fired.

There arrows were different from the flimsy wooden arrows used on the second floor. These arrows were definitely stronger and well-made and the sound they made as they cut through the air was different.

I managed to deflect an arrow that was flying straight at my head, but I had to take other two arrows, one to the body and one to the thigh.

They only managed to break the skin.

I may have taken a little damage, but it wasn't so much that I had to take special care to not get hit.

If that was all the damage I was going to take, then this wasn't going to be a problem!

I didn't stop the archers' attacks and sped up towards the spear-wielding orc guardians.

The orc guardian that was at the very front thrust his spear at my chest. I didn't dodge his attack instead grabbing the spear by the other end of the blade.

I lifted the spear with all my strength. The orc guardian was holding on tightly to the spear so he went up into the air, too.

”Heh. Welcome to my special amusement park.”

I lifted the spear further over my head and carried the orc behind me. Then, like casting a fishing line, I threw the orc at three archers.

”Nice shot!” I complimented myself.

The orc guardian crashed right into the archers. The throw was so accurate that I thought that I should have gone to a bowling alley instead of doing boxing and hapkido.

The three archers collapsed while trying to re-nock arrows.

At the same time, the orc guardian's spear that I was holding vanished from my hands.

The spear wasn't a weapon that was dropped and that I equipped. It still technically belonged to the now-dead orc guardian, and vanished like it never existed.

I wasn't surprised as this was part of the normal system.

At that moment, the other four orc guardians thrust their spears at me in tandem.

I grabbed the two spears that were aimed for my head, but had no choice but to take the other two spears to the body.

I definitely felt more force and pain from the spears than I did from the arrows. It meant that I had taken significantly more damage from the spears.

I looked down. The two spearheads had dug into my body about a fifth of the way each.

”Health and fatigue check.”

[HP : 601594/612500

Fatigue : 11]

Credits

Translator: HunterW3

Editor: RED aka Aelryinth