Summoning the Holy Sword

“Finish those group of bastards!”

A big man wearing a leather hide brandished the chopper on his hand as he gazed and shouted excitedly at the village that was consumed by billows of smoke. He stared at the sturdy, large wooden gate, waiting for it to be broken down so they could enter the village and plunder everything that they want.

Tasty food, wine… and women…

The big man licked his lips at the thought. Damn it, ever since he played a little girl to death, he had never touched a woman for half a month. This time, he had to get his hands on the most tender and lustrous woman — Luckily, Boss didn’t like young children. If not, he would snatch the best away from me!

“Alright, you bastards, stop lazing around. Go! Burn down their kennel!”

The big man commanded his men to charge forward. All the men stood behind him revealed cunning smiles as they threw flame torches towards the wooden palisades. Some of the flame torches were blocked and some flew over by luck. Shortly after, billows of black smoke began to rise from within.

“Damn it!”

Huddling in the watchtower, Vinny squinted his teary, swollen eyes that were caught up in the smoke. However, even so, Vinny continued to stay at his post and narrowed his eyes through the gap to observe the attackers. Those damned Barbarians were like a mischief of mice surrounding the village — these bastards came prepared, knowing that our Village Chief and hunters were out hunting. Although the entire Deep Creek Village had a population of more than a hundred, most of them were feeble women and children and there were less than 30 who could really fight! How could they retaliate now?

Vinny lifted his head towards the green hills nearby, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Village head and his group of men. However, he saw no one, and he was clear that it was impossible for the Village Head to return right now. But… Is this bunch of bastards crazy? Why would they choose to attack at this time?

Then, a bald Barbarian appeared in his vision. He was laughing nastily while lifting the hatchet on his hand.

Is this the end?

Vinny stared blankly at the highly raised hatchet. He clenched his teeth and embraced his fate… There was nothing he could do anymore.

The hatchet swung downwards.

At this moment, there was a golden flash.

Clang. The hatchet struck onto a golden barrier and deflected.

“What’s going on?”

All the Barbarians were stunned by the sudden appearance of this golden barrier. Vinny widened his eyes and couldn’t believe what he witnessed. The bald Barbarian trembled and fell stiffly beside him — an arrow had struck between his eyes.

“Enemy! We have been attacked!”

This ambush instantly roused the Barbarians who were immersed in their killings and fightings as they didn’t anticipate an attack would come from their backs. However, before they could prepare themselves, a rain of arrows descended from skies. The Barbarians were defenseless, and in a blink of an eye, a dozen of them collapsed. The others finally reacted as they swiftly changed their direction and tried to evacuate from both sides. Most of them scattered towards the left and tried to avoid the arrow attacks.

“Change your arrows!”

Randolf stood on the high ground gave a command calmly. He drew a deep blue arrow from the quiver and shot it instantly at the escaping Barbarians.

Bam! The second wave of arrows was released and countless bolts of lightning erupted as they struck the ground, forming a large entwined web and devour the Barbarians that didn’t escape on time entirely. The unlucky Barbarians caught in the trap were instantly charred by the bolts of lightning.

“Damn it, what’s going on?”

The big man gulped at the sight of the lightning whirlpool.

Did those villagers return? When did they have such powers? Forget it. Damn it, I gotta run — what are those useless bastards doing out there? Why didn’t anyone trigger the alarm?

“Retreat! Retreat!”

The big man completely gave up the idea of raiding the village. He swung his arms and ordered his men to retreat towards the other end of the forest. This forest was the most familiar place to him and as long as he could stay within it, no one would stand a chance against him!

As the big man decided to leave, a shadow darted by his eyes and phased through the crowd like an agile, flexible viper. A bright red light flashed and circled the crowd with a burning straight line. Then a young man dressed in black noble clothing appeared before them silently. He quietly gazed at the Barbarians while the sharp blade on his hand reflected the dazzling sun rays. The Barbarians who were escaping in all directions seemed to lose their hope as they dropped to the ground one by one.

“Who are you!?”

The big man lifted his sword and pointed towards the young man. Suddenly, along with flashing light shields, human figures started emerging on both sides of the bushes one by one. They held weapons in their hands and pointed them towards the Barbarians.

A chill went down the spine of the big man. Although the enemies were much lesser than his forces, deep in his heart, he only had one thought.

We’re doomed.