yanki_jeyda

While Cliff, a 27 year old young man, was visiting his grandparents, he was caught in what is called a "summoning" which took him to a forest infested with unknown creatures, he decided that in order to survive, he should be ready to brave all the dangers that would present to him, with his “drain” skill he would fight them to become stronger

The Lord’s Raids

A soft ethereal glow erupted from his body, quickly moving along the length of his blade.

Akumu had just strengthened his sword with his aura.

All he had to do was swing his Odashi and a group of nearby goblins found themselves split in two.

As the voice of the announcement echoed in his head, he rushed onto the battlefield.

Mixing his strength and flexibility, he twisted his arm weakly rotating his saber, and collected a few extra lives.

The seemingly endless wave of goblins was visibly diminishing.

"You see, I won't let myself be beaten again!" he cried as he approached where Rakahn was fighting.

"Is that what you're thinking about right now?" A voice suddenly said behind him.

Then a sudden boom sounded behind him, he turned his head away for a moment, his eyes widened when he saw it.

It was a young woman with brown skin, she looked to be twenty-two or twenty-three years old, her short silver-white hair waved in the wind produced by the impact of her weapon against the ground.

She twirled her halbard over her head, then with a violent movement, she swung her weapon into the middle of the crowd of primates who were about to attack her.

This simple gesture had sliced ​​them in two, separating them from their lower parts.

"I think your soldiers have recovered enough, right? Shouldn't they take part in the fight?" Dahlia asked a little annoyed.

"It's true, you're absolutely right, if I stay here and look, there wouldn't be enough essence stones available for us," he replied.

Even if they were strong enough and were supported by the archers of the elven clan, against a horde like this, their stamina would eventually burn out.

"Cross the barricade, let's put an end to these creatures who are coming to defile our territory!!" He barked to his soldiers.

The soldiers responded in a cacophony of war cries, as if they were just waiting for this...

With a simple nod, she turned and headed in Cliff's direction.

A faint smile twisted his lips, he watched her go as she violently tore apart the hideous abominations that attacked her relentlessly.

'Perhaps it was an order from his master. '

As he let his eyes wander among the horde of goblins, he furrowed his brows towards the tide of trees.

Although it was faint, he felt energy emanating from behind the bush.

Just as Akumu was about to report the intruder, an explosion sounded behind him.

He quickly turned around and put himself in a defensive position.

It didn't take him long to determine the origin of the explosion.

He was a hobgoblin mage, one of the rarest among the variant rank hobgoblins.

It was the fact that they awakened their elemental affinities before even reaching the mutant rank.

Perhaps the use of magic is based more on imagination than instinct?, these hideous abominations were more intelligent and were capable of making wiser decisions.

Akumu's face changed into an expression of disdain.

Honestly it was only the fact that a hobgoblin mage was present on the battlefield that bothered him.

But the fact that there were two of them.

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