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Chapter 32 Unexpected Result



Amidst the swirling chaos, a door creaked open, unleashing a horde of beasts from within the keep. The ground trembled beneath their menacing presence as their snarls echoed through the air. Quickly assessing the situation, with a swift motion, I raised my hand, signalling the squad to fall back into the dense cover of the surrounding woods.

Retreating swiftly and silently, we sought refuge within the foliage, utilizing the trees and undergrowth to our advantage. The dense forest offered concealment, allowing us to remain hidden from the predatory gaze of the unleashed beasts. This strategic manoeuvre not only provided us with a defensive advantage but also bought us precious time to adjust our tactics.

As we advanced further towards our target location, the terrain dictated a change in our formation. The tanks, equipped with sturdy armor and unwavering resolve, took their positions at the forefront in the shieldwall enclave formation. Their shields interlocked, creating an impenetrable barrier that would safeguard our mages positioned securely behind them.

I, as the strategist, found my place at the heart of the formation, where I could closely observe the battlefield and provide guidance to my comrades. From this vantage point, I could assess the ebb and flow of the battle, making quick decisions and adjustments as needed.

Meanwhile, our archers, agile and swift, broke away from the main group, venturing out to the flanks and rear of our adversaries. Behind the armoured line, the mages stood ready with their spell to be unleashed.

As the horde of beasts thundered towards us, the ground trembled under their relentless charge. The dust they kicked up filled the air, creating an ominous haze that obscured our vision. We braced ourselves, ready to face the impending onslaught.

In the distance, we could see the approaching horde, their sheer numbers and ferocity a daunting sight. The ground shook with each step they took, crushing everything in their path. However, we were prepared. Our archers took their positions, their bows drawn taut, awaiting the perfect moment to unleash a deadly volley.

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As the horde drew closer, the archers unleashed a storm of arrows, each one finding its mark with lethal accuracy. The projectiles pierced the flesh of the charging beasts, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. Before the horde could react, the archers swiftly shifted positions, ensuring they remained elusive targets.

The beasts, now confused and disoriented by the sudden onslaught, momentarily faltered in their charge. They were met with a gruesome sight as the fallen bodies of their companions littered the ground before them. However, their instinctual drive pushed them forward, determined to reach their intended target.

But it was in that fleeting moment of confusion that our mages seized the opportunity. Unleashing their spells, each one unique and devastating in its own right, they tore through the ranks of the horde. The unleashed magical forces shredded through the beasts, reducing their numbers with ruthless efficiency.

The power of tier-2 and tier-3 spells surged forth, surpassing the strength of the beasts themselves. The spells tore through flesh and bone, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The horde, once a force to be reckoned with, now crumbled under the onslaught, their numbers diminishing rapidly.

In a matter of moments, what was once a horde of a thousand strong was reduced to a mere fraction of its former self. The ground now littered with the lifeless bodies of the fallen, the remaining beasts hesitated, their determination wavering.

As the remaining beasts hesitated, their hesitation was swiftly exploited. I gave the command for the mages to prepare another spell, knowing that we couldn't afford to let up our assault. Simultaneously, the archers shifted their aim towards the approaching gang members, halting their advance and diverting their attention from the beasts.

The arrows flew through the air with deadly precision, finding their targets among the gang members. The hail of arrows disrupted their formation and halted their progress, leaving them vulnerable and exposed. The combined onslaught of arrows and spells created a chaotic scene, further diminishing the gang members' chances of mounting a coordinated counterattack.I think you should take a look at

The mages unleashed their second wave of spells, their magical energies tearing through the remaining monsters with brutal efficiency. The beasts, once formidable opponents, now fell one by one, unable to withstand the onslaught. Only a few stragglers remained, scattered and isolated, their fate sealed.

Meanwhile, our tanks and remaining mages swiftly dealt with the few remaining gang members who posed a threat. The tanks, skilled in close-quarters combat, engaged in fierce clashes with the gang members, their sturdy defences and deadly strikes overpowering their adversaries. The mages, utilizing their arcane abilities, dispatched the remaining gang members with well-placed spells, ensuring no enemy was left standing.

With the taste of victory still fresh in our minds, we set our sights on the second battlefield-the hideout. The battle had been won without any losses, a testament to the skill and teamwork of our group. It bolstered our confidence and fuelled our determination to aid our comrades who were still engaged in the fight.

Taking a moment to catch our breath and recover from the previous battle, I allowed them a brief respite. It was a chance to rejuvenate their bodies and minds. We replenished our supplies, checked our equipment, and prepared ourselves for the next phase of the mission.

As we regrouped, I could sense the high spirits and renewed energy among the team. The victory had not only boosted our morale but also offered the promise of a well-deserved break. Unlike our previous time where we had limited time for rest, this time we knew that once the hideout was secured, we could enjoy a longer period of respite-months instead of mere days.

With determination in our hearts and a sense of purpose driving us forward, we set out on the march towards the hideout. The journey was punctuated by conversations filled with anticipation and plans for the future.

As we arrived at what was once Hancock's hideout, the scene that unfolded before our eyes was a grotesque tableau of carnage. The battlefield lay strewn with lifeless bodies, their mangled forms bearing witness to the brutality of the conflict. Skulls split open, limbs severed and discarded haphazardly.

Amidst the ghastly scene, I spotted Kane standing atop a blood-soaked stone, his gaze fixed upon the devastation around him. Before I could even utter a word, a hand clamped firmly over my mouth, silencing my voice. I turned to face the mage beside me, his visage contorted with horror and fear. It was then that I realized something was gravely wrong.

His words cut through the chaos; a grim directive born out of desperation. "Run! Go back! All mages, gather with me and prepare your most devastating spells. Warriors, protect him at all costs and take him as far away as possible. If you can, get him off this accursed island and report what has transpired here to someone in the upper echelons of command. David, use every ounce of your magical prowess to enhance your speed and spread the word of this nightmare."

Confusion clouded my mind, but I knew instinctively that the situation was dire. Without hesitation, I found myself scooped up by a hulking figure who swiftly discarded his armor to better carry me. As he cradled me in his arms, he wasted no time in propelling himself forward with astonishing speed, followed by rest of warriors. The world blurred around us as we sprinted away, leaving behind the gruesome tableau of death and despair.

The burly man's strides were powerful and relentless, his determination palpable as he whisked me away from the heart of darkness. We raced in the opposite direction of our docked ship, our path fraught with danger and uncertainty. With each passing moment, the distance between us and the horrors we had witnessed grew, granting me a momentary respite from the suffocating despair that threatened to engulf me.

Finally, as we reached a safe distance, the man gently released his grip on my mouth, allowing me to gasp for much-needed breaths of air. His eyes met mine, a mix of concern and determination etched upon his face.

Struggling to grasp the gravity of the situation, I demanded answers from the warrior who carried me, my voice laced with urgency. His hurried footsteps matched the rapid cadence of his words as he tried to make sense of the horrific events that had unfolded.


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