Lightning Vanguard - Half-Orc

Author: Stan Nicholls
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Publish Date: 2006-10-01
Features: Chalky couldn't see the ground because the corpses piled up like a mountain. Screams and the clash of weapons blended together, deafeningly loud. Despite the cold, the sweat seeping out stung his eyes. His muscles burned, and his whole body ached terribly. His tunic was covered in blood, mud, and splattered brains. Just then, two annoying pale red guys, with killing intent in their eyes, advanced toward him. Chalky enjoyed what was happening. He was unsteady on his feet, stumbled, and almost fell to the ground, but at the same time, he instinctively drew his sword and met the whistling . The blades clashed, making a sharp noise, and neither of them hit their mark. He agilely retreated a step, half-bent his body, and before the other guy could react, he swung his sword forward again. The blade plunged into the enemy's abdomen. Chalky quickly and forcefully lifted the blade, driving it deep and hard until it pierced the organs and hit a rib. The guy collapsed with a blank expression. No time to savor this kill. The second attacker was already rushing forward with a large, two-handed saber, the flashing tip nearly reaching Chalky. Witnessing his comrade's fate, this guy became even more cautious. Chalky launched an attack, fiercely engaging the swordsman. They alternated between striking and dodging, like dancing a slow and clumsy dance. Their war boots struggled to find footing in the pile of corpses, whether friend or foe. Chalky's weapon was better suited for attacking and dodging. Meanwhile, the size and weight of the saber made the guy look clumsy in close combat. A two-handed saber is designed for chopping and requires a larger arc to swing. After a few exchanges, the guy was already running low on stamina, his face filled with fury, and he adjusted his cold breath hastily. Chalky continued to attack from a few steps away, waiting for the right moment. In desperation, the guy lunged at him, swinging the saber toward his face. Although he missed, the distance was so close that Chalky felt the cold wind of the saber's swing. Due to inertia, the saber was still swinging, and the guy's arm was lifted high, leaving his chest completely unprotected. Chalky's sword found the enemy's heart and plunged in fiercely, blood gushing out instantly. The enemy collapsed heavily into the pile of corpses. Chalky looked down the mountain and could distinguish the soldiers of the war wolf unit engaged in this battle on the plain below. He reentered the fight. Keyleigh looked up and saw Chalky on the mountain, right by the city wall, fiercely charging a group of resistors. She hated his damn impatience. But right now, their leader had to take care of himself. Before they reunited, the unit would still face some stubborn resistance. The main battlefield was like a boiling pot, with bloody conflicts. The fierce troops and frightened warhorses intertwined into a violent crowd, turning the land that was once a field into a muddy mess. The cacophony of roars and was incessant, and the strong smell of death made her throat ache. Thirty soldiers of the war wolf unit, holding steel spears, were tightly arranged in a powerful wedge.