Barca spat a mouthful of blood after receiving Orobak’s powerful blow, which almost broke his defensive stance.
“I see. So that is the armor that belonged to my Grandfather,” Barca said as he looked at the black armor that covered Orobak’s entire body. “The Blackrock Legacy Set.”
“Indeed.” Orobak sneered. “A fitting armor for me, isn’t it?”
“The armor is good, but the one wearing it is trash,” Barca replied. “If it could only talk, it would have already told you that you are garbage.”
Orobak laughed. “A loser’s last words. Have you had enough? It’s time for you to die, Halfbreed.”
“Bring it on, Trash!” Barca gritted his teeth as he held the handle of his weapon tightly. His short talk with his enemy had given him a brief period of rest in order to regain some of his strength. However, he knew that he was about to reach his limit.
The Blackrock Legacy Set was an armor that absorbed the power of blood and death from the battlefield. The more dead people there were, the stronger the wearer became. This was how the first Chieftain of the Blackrock Clan rose to greatness. With the power he got, he expanded his clan until it became one of the strongest in the Orc Empire.
“Die, Mongrel!” Orobak roared as he lunged at Barca with his greatsword held high.
The Half-Orc channeled all the strength he could gather from his body to meet his blow, but before he was able to unleash his own attack, a Tower Shield slammed at the side of Orobak’s body, pushing him to the side.
“… It’s you guys,” Barca muttered when he saw Lux and his friends arrive at his side while riding on their Wargs.
“Sorry to gatecrash on your duel, but someone kill-stealed our Mini-Boss, so I’m still infuriated by it,” Lux said as he dismounted from his Warg and summoned it back to his Soul Book.
Although he was tempted to fight Orobak while mounted on Jed, he didn’t have the necessary Cavalry Skills to make it effective. If he forced it, Jed would definitely die after getting a direct hit from Orobak. This was something that Lux didn’t want to happen.
He chose to just fight normally for this reason, instead of sacrificing his mount to a battle that left no room for error.
“An Orc Battle is sacred, and is not a place for outsiders to intervene,” Barca said. “But, I’m fighting against trash, so it’s allowed.”
“Wow! Double standards much,” Lux replied. “Can’t you just say that you can’t beat him and need our help.”
“No. You’re just overthinking things.”
“Fine. Kill first, talk later.”
“That’s more like it!” Barca smirked as he looked at Orobak who had kicked Pazuzu away, turning the Demonic Defender into particles of light.
Pazuzu had been fighting non-stop and taking hits for the team. Its health was already low, but Lux still decided to let it do a suicide attack in order to save Barca, and allow them to reach his side.
“F*cker!” Eiko shouted as she looked at Orobak who had killed Pazuzu. She only heard Lux say these words after Morgazar killed Oreg. She didn’t know what the word meant, but she felt that using it at that moment was appropriate.
Although the baby Slime had been scared of the Demonic Defender’s hideous appearance ever since she first saw him, she still treated Pazuzu as someone that belonged to Lux and her family.
She held this same mentality for Diablo and Ishtar, both of which were her father’s Named Creatures. In her eyes, they were not ordinary Summons. They were her Big Brothers and Sisters!
“Eiko, don’t say bad words,” Lux said as he held the magical staff, Harmony, in his hands. “Your Mama will give me an earful if she hears you cursing out loud.”
“Pa!” Eiko nodded her head in understanding.
This was one of the rare weapons that he had obtained from the Gatcha Ticket that Eriol had given him before his adventures truly began. The source of ths content is NovlFir(.)nt
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< Harmony >
Rarity: Rare
(Magic Staff)
Requirement: Intelligence 10
– Magic Damage increase by 5%
– Able to use the skill Magic Missile
(Magic Missile)
– Fires five magical darts at the enemies.
– Damage is equivalent to the Intelligence Stat of the caster
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Although Lux’s Intelligence Stat was low, this was the only weapon he could use against Orobak. He didn’t dare fight the Orc Chieftain at close range because he believed that he would die instantly if he was hit directly by the Greatsword in his hands.
He had also advised Colette and Matty to not approach the Boss Monster, but simply guard Andy, Axel, and Helen, who were capable of firing ranged magical attacks.
“Hah! Getting in the way of our duel means that you want to die, right?” Orobak glared at Lux and his friends with bloodshot eyes as the greatsword in his hands turned crimson.
“Rending Strike!” Orobak shouted as he slashed at the newcomers with a fury.
Five red crescent blades flew in their direction, while destroying the ground in front of it, creating five deep fissures as they headed towards their target.
“Dodge!” Lux shouted before jumping to the side.
The Dwarves also did the same. However, Helen was too slow to completely dodge it. In the end, she was forced to cast a barrier in front of her, which immediately shattered after the attack collided with it.
“Helen!” Lux shouted as the little Dwarf girl was sent flying away by Orobak’s attack. Blood dyed her clothes as she crashed down on the ground.
Colette and the others rushed to Helen’s side to check on her condition. Their party’s Cleric was critically injured, and if it weren’t for the defensive artifacts that she was wearing, she might have been instantly killed by the blow she received.
Lux, and the others immediately started pouring health Potions over her body, especially on the part where her clothes were dyed red with her blood.
Helen was still unconscious, and her face was pale, but her life was no longer in danger. However, it was clear that they could no longer count on her to join the battle against the last boss.
“One down,” Orobak chuckled. “All of you are next!”
The Orc Chieftain casually raised his sword to block, an arrow that was aimed at his head. He then looked at the Skeleton Hunter, Ishtar, from afar with a smirk.
“Cheap shots won’t work on me,” Orobak declared. “Are you now all ready to die?”
The armor on Orobak’s body glowed crimson as the blood of the slain orcs all flew in his direction, dyeing his weapon and armor in a sinister bloody color.
“Be careful! As long as there is blood and dead bodies in the surroundings, Orobak’s strength will soar!” Barca shouted.
Now that all of the Orcs fighting for his side had died, the power he wielded intensified. This was all due to the ability of the Blackrock Legacy Armor he was wearing.
“Weaklings should know their place,” Orobak spat before stomping his right foot on the ground.
That was the last thing he said before he charged forward, with the intention of hacking his enemies to pieces without mercy, with the aim to end this battle for dominion once and for all.