Chapter 49 - Volume 1
TL: OZ = Unit to measure stats. Hopefully I didn’t revert back to using EN for the past chapters.
Edit 2: For now my new PC is up and ready (and I retrieved the txt file, but I still need to try the recurse thing so that I can access my old Win 7 stuff), you guys can expect a new chapter to break that cliffhanger tomorrow.
Chapter 49 – Sword Arte
Since Brendel did not intentionally try to be stealthy, he was discovered at the courtyard in the first level by a patrolling team. The seven guards tried to flank him, but Brendel killed three of them easily and the remaining four scattered, alerting the fortress of an invader.
There was a total of thirty two guards within the fortress, and the majority of them were mercenaries. The leader of the guards was mercenary captain from Randner, with the capability of a mid level Iron-ranked swordsman with commanding abilities.
Thus, when Brendel entered the second level, he was ambushed at the dining hall with eleven guards waiting for him. The first moment he pushed open the door, the central lamp in the hall was lit up, with the archers in the floor above immediately raining their arrows down below.
With such a close distance, the arrows were already at his face once they left the bows, and he was only able to guard his face, chest and abdomen. His gauntles flashed a faint blue and some of lethal arrows were deflected, while several of the arrows brushed across his arms and thighs.
[Fuck!]
Brendel gauged the opponent in front of him. There was almost no signs of the opponent raising his sword to defend himself, and this was definitely an experienced fighter. A NPC like this in the game caused great trouble to him when he was around level twenty back then.
But he was no longer that novice from before.
Brendel reacted quickly and did not allow his opponent to have a chance to rest. He brought his sword over his head and swung it down.
[Power Break?! Who is this crazy bastard! First he used a Royal Arte, then a knight’s technique, now it was a warrior’s Power Break, has the world gone crazy?!]
Arnon’s heart nearly stopped and the blood in his veins grew cold. If it was someone else, that person would have died without understanding what had happened.
As soon as he saw Brendel’s technique, he did not have the notion to counter-attack anymore, and immediately went into the most defensive stance he knew. When the two swords crossed again, both of their swords bent into an exaggerated form along with a ear-splitting metallic scream. Brendel stood firmly at where he was, while the leader stumbled back seven steps, and nearly fell onto the floor.
Arnon had 9 OZ worth of strength and logically he should be able to tie Brendel down till the reinforcements come, but the situation was different due to the power of the techniques.
With Arnon’s retreat, the guards at both sides finally took action and tried to flank him, but with Brendel’s casual flick, a wind slash struck them and cut many of them down.
He continued to move forward, and Arnon threw the sword in his hand onto the ground without any hesitation and shouted: “I surrender!”
Just as he finished his sentence, the alarm outside rang loudly.
“If you surrender then throw down your weapons and get lost!”
Brendel bellowed.
The guards felt as if they were saved, and they threw the weapons in their hands down and ran away. Their hands were already trembling from the fear, and their last shred of morale was gone when their leader agreed to surrender.