94 Secured West - Apprentice Recruitmen (1/2)
Under the starry sky, a slaughter party finally ended. Thanks to their prior experience with dealing with large group of infected, the masked men's clearing speed and teamwork showed great value when dealing hordes of normal infected. Their individual prowess isn't anywhere near Adrian and Jun, but their strength as a group is undeniably strong. They would strike as one and retreat as one. Maybe they developed some sort of camaraderie after being slaved together.
Adrian and Jun killed as many regular infected as they could, taking the opposing side of the horde. Adrian would nimbly slip in between infected and let them hit each other, only attacking with a stab in the head after they stopped moving and lost their balance. On the other hand, Jun would charge madly in between infected and would bang their heads with each other. Though this action exhausted him faster, he was still willing to do it like this. On the earlier fights, he used the Tier 2 bone short swords, but the weapon gave him the feeling of dissatisfaction. Slicing things wasn't his style! He likes destroying and smashing things. The feeling it gave him made his heart tremble in joy.
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After the battle, Edward notified Jun about the unique item that he found. He explained how he found it which piqued Jun's curiosity. Jun took the crimson crystal and used his innate identification skill to try and identify the item.
[Fire Crystal
Description: An essence crystal that absorbed the element of fire. Can subtly increase fire resistance when consumed. Releases fire energy when supplied with raw energy.]
Besides the simple name and description, there was nothing else interesting about the item. Jun stashed it on his dimensional storage, then looked around the surrounding corpses. He knelt down and cut open a regular infected's brain.
According to Edward, he found the crystal inside the head where the brain should be. When he cut open the forehead of the infected using a Tier 2 Bone Dagger, dark blood oozed out from it. He inserted his hand with no hesitation to look for anything useful inside. He felt the squishy brain that was soft to the touch like a gelatinous pasta that enveloped his hand. When he found nothing on the sides, he crushed the brain which felt like mashed potatoes, then searched again. He found nothing. He pulled back his hand which was a mix of red and white.
Jun stood up and said, ”As usual, severe the heads to delay the reanimation time,” he turned towards his slaves. ”...search the heads for unique crystals and send it to me. Everyone is dismissed and can do their things after that. You will report in the morning.”
Afterwards, he channeled something from within and runes expanded from his core, encircling him. The same thing happened with the members of his group and with a dim flash, they vanished from the spot.
The masked men gulped as they were left to wonder what just happened. They finished beheading every infected on the ground. They felt sick as their stomach churned while they do the dirty work, but they persevered. After collecting all the heads, they noticed that they wouldn't have enough space in their storage if they wanted to bring all of the bodies back for their resources. To solve the problem, they took advantage of the dimensional storage's feature; they cut every limbs and carried them per stack. Since similar items can be stacked, they assigned whom to carry legs and who will carry the arms. After discussing who will carry what, they managed to collect everything with extra storage space available.
When the masked men went back that late night, they were once again viewed as saviors who risks their lives and worked day and night just to make their community a safer place.
The next morning...
The sun was already half-way before it shone vertically above everyone's head. Numerous excited people gathered in the plaza square. Their numbers easily exceeding thirty.
An old man stood in front of the crowd with masked men behind him. He looked weak and frail if you look at how exhausted his face looked like, but under his clothes were defined muscles that could possibly crush anyone in front of him.
It was Old John.