Chapter 481: Gunslinger vs. Barbarian

Aurelia, who had been peacefully lying in bed, suddenly threw off her blanket. Her strong, snow-white arms wrapped tightly around Alaric's neck without warning.

Caught off guard, Alaric stumbled forward. In an instant, a pair of long, beautifully sculpted legs locked tightly around his waist. 

The next moment, he found himself firmly restrained by the elven ranger.

And then—the world spun.

Alaric was thrown onto the bed, while the high elf, like a fierce lioness, pinned him down, looking down at him from above.

Their faces were incredibly close, their eyes locked onto each other's. Alaric could even smell the sweet and intoxicating scent of alcohol on her breath.

"Sandor… I've finally caught you." Like a huntress declaring her victory over her prey, Aurelia spoke with an air of pride and satisfaction. 

"That damn Sylvanas… she thought she could compete with me? Well… hic… I'm going to strike first!"

It was common knowledge in Azeroth that while mages were revered as one of the most powerful professions—capable of bending arcane forces to create miracles—their physical bodies were notably frail. 

If caught off guard and forced into close combat by a ranger, a profession proficient in both ranged and melee combat, a mage would stand little chance of resisting.

And so, as a grand mage, Alaric—caught unprepared—was instantly subdued by the high elf ranger, Aurelia…

Or so it seemed.

In truth, this so-called "helpless mage" had made no effort to defend himself. Instead, he lay there, appearing more than willing to be captured.

At this moment, Alaric remained pinned on the bed, verbally protesting Aurelia's "tyranny," yet making no real attempt to struggle.

"Aurelia, you… you're drunk. Be good now, let go of me, and get some sleep."

"I'm not drunk at all!" Like a rebellious child, Aurelia wriggled stubbornly. "I… hic… I'm completely sober. Sandor… you should just behave… and let your big sister… take you into the world… of adults."

"I've been in the adult world for quite some time, thank you very much."

As Alaric silently retorted in his mind, Aurelia, still intoxicated, suddenly lost her balance and collapsed onto his body, wrapping her arms around him.

Due to their position, Alaric could only watch as two soft peaks pressed directly onto his face.

—S-So big…

—So this is the world of adults? I must be too inexperienced…

However, for Aurelia, this was only the beginning.

Her lithe and athletic body, characteristic of a high elf ranger, seemed to have triggered some special switch. She wrapped herself around Alaric like a snake. 

The sensation was unlike the softness of Hermione or the others—it was a perfect balance of power and elegance.

If he had to compare it to an animal, it would be a leopard.

Not as heavy as a bear, nor as robust as a lion or tiger, but possessing a unique blend of agility and strength, exuding an untamed beauty.

Encased by such a body, Alaric's mind became a battlefield for two voices.

One said: "So what if she's your sworn sister? When it's time to act, a real man takes charge!"

The other eagerly agreed: "Yeah, yeah! Do it already!"

And so, Alaric made his decision.

He neither took initiative nor resisted. Instead, he simply watched, waiting to see just how far Aurelia, in her drunken state, would go.

And then—he regretted it.

In her intoxicated stupor, Aurelia seemed to forget all her ranger agility and finesse. Or perhaps, in her current state, her brain could no longer support such precise movements. 

She resorted to brute force instead.

She was no longer a ranger—she was a barbarian straight out of Dungeons & Dragons.

With clumsy but relentless attacks, she tore Alaric's armor apart, exposing his well-toned yet not overly muscular physique.

Then, without hesitation, she shredded her own armor as well, completely disregarding the mess she had made, as she attempted a frontal assault.

Unfortunately, for a barbarian lacking in technique, taking the initiative was no easy task. After several failed attempts, she still hadn't figured out the right approach.

Left with no choice, Alaric abandoned his role as a mage. Instead, he relied on his innate talent and transformed into a gunslinger, taking the offensive with his expert marksmanship, aiming precisely at the barbarian's unguarded weak spots.

For someone who had never been struck in such vital areas before, the sensation was incredibly painful.

However, barbarians were known for their incredible endurance. Despite the gunslinger's precise attacks, Aurelia gritted her teeth and endured the pain.

Then, relying on her strong combat instincts, she launched a counterattack.

She turned the tables once more, using sheer force to suppress the gunslinger. 

Trapped in close quarters, Alaric found it difficult to disengage, forcing him to rely on his refined technique and impressive stamina. 

He adopted a defensive stance, patiently depleting the barbarian's energy.

At the same time, he made occasional use of his secondary weapon, striking at her unprotected upper body.

Under this two-pronged assault, the inexperienced barbarian struggled to resist, her stamina depleting rapidly.

However, a barbarian was still a barbarian.

As her life force diminished, she grew even more frenzied. Her attacks became faster and more forceful.

But mere frenzy could not overcome the gunslinger's perfect defense. No matter how relentless her assault, he maintained his rhythm, countering with precision.

Finally, after prolonged attrition, the barbarian's stamina reached its limit.

At that moment, she activated her ultimate battle cry, mustering the last of her strength for a final, all-out attack—"Mutual Destruction."

Ultimately, her desperate gambit failed.

The gunslinger's endurance far exceeded her expectations.

As she collapsed, exhausted, onto the ground, she could still see the gunslinger standing tall, not the least bit defeated.

"What a strong opponent…"

Excitement shone in her eyes. The primal nature of a barbarian refused to accept defeat, and her formidable constitution allowed her to recover quickly.

"Just you wait, gunslinger. I won't give up! Tonight, I will defeat you!"

With her stamina slightly restored, she launched another challenge.

Like an unshakable final boss, the gunslinger welcomed her second assault with open arms.

Learning from her previous mistakes, the barbarian realized brute force alone wouldn't work. This time, she began with a more calculated approach, aiming for a battle of attrition.

Yet, in the end, a barbarian was still a barbarian.

As the fight dragged on, her wild instincts took over. She fought with increasing recklessness and desperation.

Finally, after unleashing her ultimate frenzy once more, she fell again.

Faced with such a predicament, the barbarian made a solemn vow.

"I must win at least once before the night is over."

With that determination, she launched another suicidal charge against the gunslinger.

The battle raged on for most of the night.

In the end, the barbarian collapsed with a smile on her face. Because, in their final bout, she had finally managed to bring the gunslinger down with her.

A well-earned victory, indeed.

.

.

.

Guys, do leave some power stones and reviews.

✌patreon.com/bobthewriter✌

If you guys enjoy this story, you can support me on Patreon and get access to 30 Advance Chapters, it really helps me to work on new chapters.