Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Request (1)

TL: Potato-tan

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“Aaaagh!”

 

Farrell rolled on the ground, screaming. The spot where he had rolled had dozens of arrows embedded in it.

 

“Keh! Keh-heh-heh!”

 

The goblins, who had missed their prey, let out a cry of regret. The little fiends swung between the branches, drawing their bows once more.

 

Ping! Ping!

 

Arrows were shot from bows that would be shortbows for humans but longbows for goblins. The goblins smeared the tips with a poison they had made themselves.

 

Anyone with even a little knowledge of goblin ecology would shudder at this poison. The main ingredient of that poison, which causes cramps, paralysis, dizziness, shortness of breath, and vomiting, was excrement.

 

“Why are there so many of these green skins?!”

 

Farrells jumped up again, gritting his teeth. It would have been good to have a shield, but all he had on him now were a sword, a quilted shirt, and leather scale armor. He had to run diligently to dodge arrows.

 

“Take this!”

 

While he was rolling on the ground, Farrells casually threw a large stone between the branches. There was a rustle of leaves, but no monster cried out.

 

“Keh, keh, keh!”

 

“I think he’s just trying to mess with me. Ugh!”

 

The sight of a smaller body and strength than a human, but with agility, reflexes, and a sense of balance that surpassed even that, The tree climbing, which was similar to that of a monkey, demonstrated how much fun these goblins had with aerial ambushes.

 

If Farrells had been alone, he would have collapsed onto the dirt floor like a hedgehog. However, he had a strong ally. A person who was uncontrollable and sometimes even scary, but very strong in combat, to say the least.

 

“Farrells. Don’t move a step from there.”

 

A cool yet beautiful voice made Farrell stand tall. His colleague did not speak in vain. If he said not to move a single step, he really should not move a single step.

 

The untimely sound of chains rang out cheerfully in the forest. And a white flash of light fluttered like reeds caught in a storm.

 

Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha!

 

After the eerie, cutting sound ended, everything seemed to stop for a moment. The stop did not last long.

 

All at once, countless trees began to collapse, leaving only their stumps. The trees, rooted for decades in a straight line, were unable to support their own weight and fell to the ground.

 

Farrell trembled slightly. Within exactly one step, all of the ground was within the attack range. If he had extended his arm or leg even a little, he would have ended up like the trees.

 

The goblins on the branches also fell, unable to overcome gravity. The trees crushed a few unfortunate goblins to death. However, far more goblins got up alive.

 

“Keh-heh-heh!”

 

They seemed not to understand why the trees had fallen. The goblins simply cried out, guided by their blind instincts, and grabbed the daggers or small axes hanging from the strings at their waists.

 

The woman in black, standing tall amidst the thick dust and scattered leaves, was the target. Her black hair and black pupils, which did not reflect light, reflected small green-skinned monsters.

 

The woman said,

 

“Disgusting.”

 

“Keh-gahk!”

 

Whether they understood or not, the goblins rushed in. Red dots flickered in the depths of their pupils, and saliva dripped from their mouths.

 

The woman, Irrucil, felt the strange flow of mana flowing through the forest with her skin. The trees, branches, leaves, and bushes appeared to have sticky threads wrapped around them. It was an ominous flow of mana.

 

“Hup!”

 

Farrells, ordered not to move a single step, stood motionless in that spot where he encountered the goblins. He was in an awkward position because he had to deal with monsters that were shorter than his waist.

 

Even so, Farrells fought well. He cut through the lower body of a goblin that had jumped up and kicked away another that had approached from behind to cut his ankles.

 

He kicked up dirt and threw it at a goblin that was trying to put a paralyzing needle in his mouth to block his vision, and then he crushed its head off. That was enough to be considered a skilled mercenary.

 

Irrucil did not move from her spot. From the ground where she stood, white chains rose like snakes, raising their heads and sweeping through the goblins with afterimages. Green flesh and black blood burst and scattered.

 

The goblins who rushed at her quickly gathered themselves. However, the monsters were more than just goblins.

 

“Hu, man!”

 

Whether they had sent the goblins as an advance party or had not been able to keep up with the speed of crossing the branches, A gray-skinned monster appeared belatedly, growling with a broken pronunciation.

 

It was an uruk. They were believed to be a distant relative of orcs, but in reality, their intelligence had diminished and their ferocity had increased. The fact that uruks were a variation of orcs was not well known.

 

The uruks themselves were stronger than orcs, and they lived deep in the mountains or forests, attacking and eating travelers.

 

It had been only a few years since their last sighting. The scale was also not that large.

 

There were five that appeared. Each one was over 180 centimeters tall and had excessive muscles.

 

Their weapons were swords, axes, spears, and shields. They must have taken them from the humans they hunted, and their craftsmanship could not have been less skilled than that of goblins.

 

They had no armor. They only had a cloth that barely covered their groins, as well as a leather belt. Considering that orcs had their own clothing, it meant that they had become that much more barbaric.

 

“Kuaaagh!”

 

The one with the axe rushed in and swung it. To avoid it, Irrucil flexed her waist back and then lifted one leg. The tip of her foot hit the uruk’s jaw.

 

Puck!

 

The one who had been hit squarely on the jaw staggered back. Its brain must have been shaken. However, it shook its head a couple of times and soon regained its vision.

 

Irrucil narrowed her eyes. For the first time, she saw a monster called an uruk. Even if she hadn’t put much magic power into it as a test, she hadn’t expected it to return to normal so quickly.

 

While the one with the axe hesitated, the other uruks rushed in. One swung a sword from the right, and another swung a spear. Irrucil, who had a slender build, did not have any armor.

 

She was dressed simply in leather pants, a good-quality shirt, a vest, and an overcoat. The only weapon was a long sword attached to the scabbard.

 

Swish.

 

The sound of Irrucil’s long sword leaving its scabbard. Her arm moved in a blurry aftermath.

 

She deflected the sword that was slashing horizontally from the left upwards and, at the same time, slashed downwards on the spear that was trying to hit her side from the right.

 

The uruks’ strength, similar to that of bears, was no match for Irrucil’s physical abilities, which had been strengthened by magic power. In addition, her speed was clearly faster.

 

After blocking the two most urgent attacks, Irrucil lunged forward. Once again, her arm became blurred, and the uruks had urgent faces and raised their weapons.

 

Clack! There was a sound of iron being cut. Her sword, which had been strengthened along with her body, cut through the uruk’s sword without force and left a deep wound in its chest.

 

As she slashed the sword at the uruk with the sword on the left, the orc with the spear stabbed Irrucil in the back. However, the spear blade could not hold flesh and blood.

 

The white chains that had risen from the ground wrapped around the spear shaft, the uruk’s legs, and arms. They wrapped it around it and dragged it to the ground. The uruk, whose knees and waist were deeply bent, screamed.

 

“Kwooh-oh-oh!”

 

Enormous brute force broke the chains one by one. Irrucil’s eyebrows furrowed. Strong magic resistance. It was different from the goblins, who died helplessly.

 

Demon beasts and demons from the north also had strong magic resistance. This was because their transformation and strengthening necessitated the strange magic power of nature.

 

However, these monsters, which she was seeing for the first time, had resistance similar to or even greater than that of the monsters from the north.

 

Even so, a split-second gap could mean life or death on the battlefield.

 

Chak! Irrucil’s sword grazed the uruk’s neck. Soon, the neck rolled back, revealing a smooth cross-section.

 

There were four left. Of those, the one that had been lying down with a deep sword wound in its chest tried to get up with a roar of anger. Irrucil’s sword was faster. The sword, imbued with magic power, pierced the uruk’s tough skin without force and then came out. The sword destroyed the uruk’s heart, causing it to die instantly.

 

Now there were three. Chains formed by Irrucil’s left hand drew a whip-like curve.

 

The battle between the three uruks and Irrucil took place. Her magic chains moved as if they were alive.

 

They changed the trajectory of the swords and axes that were attacking, grabbed their ankles, and sometimes made their ends sharp to pierce the flesh. Irrucil’s arms and legs slid flexibly between the gaps in the chaotic chains.

 

Chaeng!

 

Irrucil, who had blocked the sword that had been swung down from above by wrapping the chain around her arm, kicked off the ground and jumped up. Like a swallow cutting through the air, dozens of chains were created from her and stabbed into the uruks on the ground.

 

Jrrrrrrrrrr!

 

The uruks tugged at the white chains encircling each of their bodies. However, unlike before, the chains imbued with more magic power proved to be more resilient.

 

And the chains became more and more numerous, wrapping the uruks more and more tightly. It was like a spider spinning its prey into a web.

 

However, Irrucil’s skin, which had been white, turned pale even in the magic power gap that had arrived. The uruks were stronger than she had expected.

 

Even now, a tug-of-war was taking place between Irrucil, who was enduring, and the monsters, who were trying to break free in real time. However, it would not last long. The more chains there were, the more difficult it was for the body to react, like a maggot wriggling.

 

The uruks, whose heads were all exposed, glared at Irrucil with eyes full of anger. However, chains bound their joints.

 

If they tried to use their strength, it would only damage their own muscles and bones. Irrucil’s magic power consumption also decreased as she succeeded in restraining them more conveniently.

 

“Give, up! Kuaaagh!”

 

They could not speak or control their emotions properly. In their fierce eyes, there was no intelligence of orcs before uruks. They only showed the instinct of monsters that could not be reconciled with anything and that only destroyed and devoured anything they saw.

 

Even Irrucil had never expected to meet a monster with such ferocity in the middle of the country, not in the north. These were dangerous monsters.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

Farrells, who had killed the goblins that had rushed at him, stood next to her. He looked terrible because of the black blood, entrails, dust, and leaves that had been trampled on the ground.

 

“I’m fine. You smell a bit, though.”

 

“Ugh. I’m sorry.”

 

Farrells, who had stepped back, said this as he looked at the uruks that were still struggling.

 

“I thought they were orcs, but they’re uruks.”

 

“Uruks?”

 

“Yes. They’re monsters that resemble distant relatives of orcs. They look similar, too. In some places, they don’t distinguish between them and call them all orcs and try to subdue them, but they’re so strong. They have destroyed many village settlements, I’ve heard.”

 

“Do they mainly live in the central region?”

 

“Yes. Until now, no one has reported seeing them in other areas. It’s often the case that, if there are orcs, they’re always with them. The Magic Tower and the Mercenary Guild are also speculating that there might be a racial dispute between uruks and orcs.”

 

“It doesn’t seem like a racial dispute.”

 

“Yes?”

 

From afar, Irrucil sensed something approaching. She looked closely and saw a group of orcs. There were quite a few of them, and they were armed and armored. Even a rough estimate showed that there were over twenty of them. No matter how strong Irrucil was, it was a burden to fight over twenty orcs at once. In addition, she had a different target that she was wary of.

 

The group included a shaman who handled magic power. The uruks here had a connection to that magic power. The monsters appeared to have a thin thread of magic power connected to their minds, engaging in battle.

 

There was a shaman who possessed the ability to manipulate and manage uruks. There might be another spell, and above all, the damp magic power that lay in this forest had set in.

 

Although Irrucil’s magic power manifestation ability had reached the realm, the unfavorable terrain, the disadvantage in numbers, and the existence of a shaman who knew how to handle proper spells were tricky. She might be able to quickly cut off their lifelines, but if not, other orcs would surround her.

 

Somehow, she might be able to escape if she was alone, but Farrells would die. She still desperately needed a guide because finding her way was difficult.

 

Irrucil, who had gauged her strength, made a quick judgment.

 

“Let’s retreat.”

 

“Got it.”

 

Farrell nodded without hesitation. For several months, the broad vision and strategic judgment she had shown him did not allow him to take any other action. She had saved him numerous times.

 

“How far away is that Latham territory?”

 

“Ah, yes. It’s three days away now. I heard there was a cottage nearby, but it’s in a remote location that’s hard to find without a guide. If we continue this way for now, we’ll reach the territory’s outskirts. If we follow the walls, we’ll reach the gate, so it won’t take long.”

 

“Is my brother’s path definitely going this way?”

 

“There’s nowhere else it could be. It’s for sure.”

 

“Got it.”

 

Before leaving, Irrucil cut off the breaths of all the uruks. There was no resistance. The dry ground soaked with the blood of the uruks, their hearts and necks cut.

 

Irrucil left the scene without leaving any footprints. Irrucil carried Farrells, who lacked the skill to leave no footprints.

 

Shortly after Irrucil and Farrells disappeared, an orc shaman with a wooden staff and a group of orcs arrived at the carnage scene.

 

There were countless trees that had been cut down, leaving only their stumps, broken branches, and goblins as pieces of meat. The uruks, their necks slashed and their hearts shattered, also stood witness.

 

“What bastards.”

 

The shaman muttered. He had taught the uruks and goblins he controlled how to catch or kill travelers in the forest. The goblins were easy with a simple spell, and the uruks were not difficult either.

 

They were a tribe that had lost its intelligence and become monsters, but the shaman’s gaze as he looked at his tribe’s corpses was cold.

 

As time passed, the effects of the spell often wore off, and sometimes he had to check the inscribed spell again, but the current situation had occurred before he could even remember the spell.

 

The shaman searched the disturbed dirt ground, but found no traces to follow.

 

The shaman clicked his tongue and gave an order. He ordered them to collect the uruks’ bodies. The war was coming soon.

 

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

 

Nature’s gaze met Russell’s eyes. The green pupils did not show much emotion at first. It was an eye, almost like an inanimate object.

 

That was why the surprise that appeared when he found Russell was that much more extraordinary. The effect was akin to the impact of a massive stone falling into a tranquil lake. The green lake, rippling from the stone, stared at Russell.

 

Then he put down the fruit and approached Russell. And he said to him,

 

“You’re the wolf’s benefactor.”

 

“Who are you?”

 

When she lowered her hood, reddish-brown hair escaped. The revealed face possessed a neutral beauty, making it challenging to discern whether it belonged to a woman or a man. It wasn’t easy to tell from the voice, either.

 

“My name is Sarannen. I was also an old friend of Magnagarta.”

 

Magnagarta. Magnagarta is the name of the guardian deity of Logos village. The wolf gained intelligence and strength through the favor of the moon goddess.

 

“Russell. I need your help.”

 

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