Chapter 369: Mistake?

Utsa

‘Maybe, it was all a mistake,’ I thought as I looked at the colossal horde, which could sweep through our tiny army within a minute.

They are getting bombarded by cannonballs and blasted by mines and spells, but it seems to be barely affecting them at all.

They are coming at us like a massive tide in the ocean, and we are helpless ants in front of it.

Seeing it, I felt my resolve shake. I wanted to throw down the saber and shield in my hand and run away.

I don’t know why in the hell I had felt this was my calling. It is not my fucking calling. It is suicide, that not even a single person would come out alive; the horde swallows the whole army, before swallowing the whole city.

“Calm down and control your thoughts,” said the familiar voice.

I turned my head toward the young man. He is tall and handsome and barely twenty. He had come from a merchant state as five of the seven people on the team; they all knew Hugo from Mayhurst Island.

This young man beside me had been fighting against the undead, before he had even received a class.

“It can be overwhelming, and it always will be, but don’t resist it. Let them flow over you,” he said in his gentle soothing voice.

His suggestion seemed counterproductive, but this young man had been my trainer for the past month, and I decided to listen to him.

I stopped resisting this overwhelming feeling and let flow it through my breaths. To my surprise, I begin to feel better. I am still being overwhelmed, but it is not taking over my mind, like before.

“Feeling good?” he asked, so that I nodded. Feeling thankful, if not for him, those overwhelming emotions would have frozen me on my spot, which is a death sentence in a place like this.

“Good, because we are about to clash,” he said and grinned.

I turned my eyes ahead and to my surprise; I saw we were less than three hundred meters away from them.

The mages from both sides have already started to attack each other. There are spells everywhere, not just Grade 1 or Grade 2 spells, but also a lot of Grade 3 and Grade spells, any of which could kill me in an instant.

I barely noticed it with all the overwhelming emotions.

Hun!

Soon, there was only a two hundred meters distance between us and the colossal undead horde, when I felt the suppressive ancient power and the change begin to occur in the Commander Stone.

“Elder blood,” said Hosk with awe and jealousy as the bronze light burst out of Commander Stone’s body.

As it did, he began to get bigger, and those loose armor and clothes began to fill him. The enemy, seeing that, intensified their attack on him, and shields appeared around to protect him.

Seeing those attacks from the enemy, my eyes widened. They are powerful enough to kill the thousands in seconds, but unable to harm a single one.

There were so many spells, that Commander Stone had disappeared. It made me worried, while the surrounding people seemed unfazed; they were more focused on the undead.

Hun!

A few seconds passed, and the bronze arc of energy appeared. It cut through the spells and all, revealing Commander Stone.

Seeing him, my eyes couldn’t help but widen.

Now, he is not a man, who is not even six feet tall. He is now a big man, seven feet tall with big muscles and a body shining in bronze light, that his clothes and armor straining to contain.

He still has the tower shield on his back, but it doesn’t look so big anymore. It looked small.

“Kill the undead!”

He roared, pointing his halberd toward the undead before shooting ahead.

He moved so fast, that he reached the undead within a second and swung the halberd covered in the bronze energy.

It cut through them like butter, killing tens of them in an instant.

That attack created a path, and he entered inside without hesitation. I knew it would happen, but still couldn’t help, but shock me. There are two hundred and fifty thousand undead with hundreds of pillars and many powerhouses above Lv. 30.

It was extremely dangerous for him, but he went inside and, in a few seconds, we will do the same.

If we didn’t, they would kill him and also, we needed to do to achieve our aim.

I am part of the squad, and our target is to kill the pillars. We need to kill as many as them in the shortest time possible.

The commander may have said, we have three hours, but we do not. Captain Hugo said, we have less than two hours and we will need to achieve our aim at that time, or we will all die.

The spells on both sides intensified and soon, there was less than fifty meters of distance between us and the undead.

I could feel numerous war buffs’ skills activating, providing me with different buffs. From strength to speed to rare as magical resistance and other things.

“It’s your time to shine,” said Jon, and I nodded nervously, before controlling my emotions.

I activated the stored sip, and bitter liquor appeared in my mouth. It is also hot. It is bad rum, but it is a magical liquor. It has a similar magical power as the twilights amber, but costs less than a tenth.

In the past month, Master Silver had brought many liquors for me to test.

In my tests, I found out, that the liquor doesn’t need to be a work of art like the twilights amber, but it needs to have a magical element that is well fermented into liquid.

The one in my mouth is called jorus. It is crafted by the dwarfs and comes from the valbolder. It is not a famous liquor and was made by a small tribe of dwarves, who made it for their consumption and sold a small part of it.

There are many other liquors with the same magical content, but I chose it.

There are two reasons for that. First is of course it being cheap. If I use, twilights amber, it will be like burning money. I couldn’t afford to drink it daily, even when I was a whore, there is no way, I could afford it while being a mercenary.

Though I am not paying for it. Master Silver is sponsoring the bill, but I don’t want to take advantage of him. Nor it is sustainable; it would be like using gold to paint the street.

The second and biggest reason I have chosen to use this liquor is the root called phae.

I looked at the undead and took a deep breath, before pushing the alcohol out of into my mouth with Powerful Breath.

I lighted it up with Flint and used my latest skill, Wide Plum.

Whoosh!

A whooshing sound rang out as the alcohol burned and a straight stream spread into the wide plum, which was nearly twice as wide, that I had created last time against the undead, last time.

The fire is yellow, but one can see the faint whiteness in it.

It took a second to reach the undead, and when it did; it enveloped over thirty undead and began to burn them. It is doing that, much faster, despite the undead being stronger and covered in a lot of buffs.

Phae is a magical root, when fermented. It would absorb the magical energies around it and convert them into light energies.

Jorus is a light elemental, liquor, and the light element is the anathema of the undead.

“Good,” said Ven, I smiled before I released another plum at the left and another at the right, burning all zombies and skeletons to ashes.

I was able to release another plume before we reached the undead, and they got too close for me to release the fire.

Our small army clashed against the undead. My teammates, Ven, Hosk, and others move toward the undead roaringly, while I become slow in fear.

The alcohol appeared in my mouth, and I want to spry it out, but that is not wise. I need to kill the undead with my saber and move with my company. The undead aren’t the target; it is pillars and the powerhouses.

Raaa Raaaa Ra

The undead surrounded me, and if I didn’t deal with them, they would kill me.

Rip Pachak Rip!

I was thinking that the attack of the undead got too close to me, but before it could reach me. The undead got cut in two and several others beside it.

“Focus! I won’t be able to save you next time,” shouted Hosk, before dealing with another group of undead.

I looked at all the people in my squad and how they were moving toward our objective, everyone killing the undead, that threatened to swarm them, and they would, if everyone didn’t do their part.

I need to do my part, no matter how scared, I am.

I looked at the group of undead, in front of me. It didn’t even take three seconds for the new undead to take the place of those who had been killed.

I am scared. If I let it control me, I will die. I don’t want to die. So, I took a deep breath and swung my swung my saber at the zombie.

Rip!

My saber avoided its rusted sword and cut through its neck cleanly, sending some fluid that smelled horrible, and I wouldn’t have vomited if I hadn’t felt the sharp pain across my shoulder.

Rip!

I moved with Madam’s Grace with another injury but stopped suddenly when I felt the attack at my back.

“Fuck!” I cursed and moved again and this time, I was able to dodge the attack, but another came and this time, it was able to injure me.

I wanted to release the fire, but they were too close, and I didn’t have enough control to not get harmed by the fire.

I had practiced a lot in the past month, but that was far from enough. I do not have any confidence to do it, without harming myself badly. It is not fire breathers liquid; I am using, but magical liquor.

A mistake and I will die. I don’t want to die; there are things I haven’t achieved yet. Things I want to do.

Ting!

Another blade hit me, but this time, I was saved by the armor I was wearing. It is a good thing because the attack came at my chest, and it would have killed me.

Rip Rip!

I was thinking about it when two attacks hit me back to me.

I felt the overwhelming panic; there were undead everywhere, and they surrounded me. I could see the members of the squad. They were far; they wouldn’t be able to help me before these undead kill me.

It is a mistake; I shouldn’t have joined the mercenary company. I should have stayed in the establishment.

I had respect there and authority. Most importantly, it was safe.

I am not right now, and in the next few seconds, the undead will swarm me. There is nothing I can do about it, there is no help.

They will kill me.

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