Chapter 64: Roar
2014-11-28
Author: Floating Tower (诸生浮屠)
“d*e!” Soren lunged forward, relying on his explosive power and bodily strength, and directly pounced on the Lizardman Stealth Assassin, a foul smell hitting him in the face. Without changing his expression, he thrust both hands deeply into his kn*fe, nailing the target dead to the ground on the spot. The momentum of the charge struck the opponent’s body, instantly causing it to lose its sense of balance, leaving it with no power to resist. In the moment it fell, Soren also hit its heart, and he only got up slowly after the Lizardman Stealth Assassin’s corpse stopped convulsing.
The battle over here attracted the attention of quite a few people.
Soren pulled out his curved blade and shouted to the surroundings, “What are you waiting for? Go defend the front immediately!”
There should be another Lizardman Stealth Assassin.
Many creatures can advance to Wanderers, but advancing to a Stealth Assassin requires talent, and there shouldn’t be too many in the Lizardman clan. However, he had just heard the noise, and the fire was already blazing here, with an estimated two enemies sneaking in. Someone must help to set the warehouse ablaze at once; the fire around was spreading quickly, with at least two or three spots ignited.
Soren slipped back into the shadows once more.
Lizardmen have innate bonuses to strength and agility. Although they don’t have high intelligence, their average attributes are stronger than humans. If the average strength and agility of an ordinary person is 10, then that of a Lizardman is 12. The Stealth Assassins among Lizardmen, having good talent, had just been caught off guard by him, but now the enemy should be on guard, making it not so easy to launch a surprise attack. “What would a Stealth Assassin do in this situation?”
Soren looked at the flames all around and found no signs of the enemy; he pondered for a moment and then moved towards the gate.
The assassination ability of a Stealth Assassin is very strong!
The purpose of setting fire to disrupt the enemy had already been achieved. The cries of women and children were clearly interfering with the battle of the militia up front. It was meaningless to assassinate some elderly and weak women and children. In this situation, the most likely target for the Stealth Assassin would be the leader of the village, the Militia Captain, who commanded others in combat. Once they lose their commander, the enemy would fight on their own, possibly leading to total collapse and chaos; assassinating the Militia Captain would mean the end for the village.
Lizardmen had already climbed over the fence; their agility made it impossible for the wooden enclosure to stop them.
Once on the ground, the Lizardmen began attacking the militia guards, with some rushing to the back to slaughter the elderly, weak, and women, eliciting rage from many militia members who were determined to rush back to protect their wives and children.
“sc*m!”
Soren kicked down a militia who was retreating and roared, “Do you want everyone to d*e here?”
“Go fight in the front, leave these monsters to me!” He quickly drew his crossbow and fired, the bolt hitting a Lizardman warrior in the back. Following that, he charged forward and executed a downward slash, directly decapitating the horrified warrior, whose severed head rolled on the ground, causing the woman in front holding a child to scream in terror.
“Shut up!”
Accompanied by a slap, Soren directly hit the woman, making her cheek swell. He kicked a long kn*fe over to her, lifted her up from the ground, and roared, “Don’t cry! If you don’t want your son to be gutted by a Lizardman and have his brains eaten, pick up a weapon and fight now!”
“Can you k*ll?”
The woman was stunned by Soren’s slap. Looking at the snarling Soren’s face, she was terrified her legs felt weak.
But when she heard Soren’s vicious words, her expression quickly changed. She looked down at her crying child, tremblingly gripped the long kn*fe, and with a twisted expression, she struck the corpse of a Lizardman with it, biting her teeth and saying, “I can!”
“Go gather the others,” Soren quickly loaded his crossbow, then stared at the still trembling woman, shouting, “Tell them to find weapons, to chop with knives, to grab with hands, to bite with teeth! There’s a group of starving Ogres outside; they like to eat tender children first. If you don’t want to watch them cook your kids!”
“Go fight now!”
His vicious words further twisted the woman’s expression. The cruel language awakened her maternal instinct, transforming her look into one of determination, akin to a soldier who had already embraced the notion of d*ath. She tightened her grip on the long kn*fe, having gained strength from years of fieldwork equal to that of men, and shouted while pulling up her child, beckoning others to gather around her.
Good.
Sometimes, vicious language can be more effective than heroic encouragement!
Soren’s expression also turned fierce as the invading Lizardman warriors recklessly rampaged, killing over ten in just a short time, most of whom were defenseless elderly, weak, and women.
He suddenly leapt to the roof, confirmed the position of a Lizardman warrior, and then jumped down directly.
“d*e!”
With a furious roar, Soren wielded his kn*fe and slashed diagonally at the Lizardman’s neck, the downward force concentrating in a line, cleaving the Lizardman’s head along with half of its shoulder. He breathed heavily and kicked the weapon in front of a girl he had seen during the day, a hint of bl**d light in his eyes as he said in a deep voice, “Pick up a weapon and fight if you don’t want to d*e.”
Soren had no time to preach one by one; he had already shouted his initial words with all his might.
Nearby humans could hear him.
If this couldn’t awaken their fighting spirit, then they could only wait for merciless slaughter.
The freckled girl trembled as she picked up a long sword. She opened her mouth to say something, but Soren’s figure had long since left as he lunged at another incoming Lizardman. The young girl took a deep breath, then tightened her grip on the weapon, hurrying towards the gathering crowd.
In this battle, there were no men or women, only the dead and the living.
Soren no longer cared about conserving ammunition; he loaded the poisoned bolts and successively shot at five or six Lizardmen, the Bipedal Dragon poison paralyzing their bodies. They were slashed by women who would have been unable to defeat them before, and the frenzied women began dismembering these Lizardmen, killing the foes awakening their courage and realizing that they too could fight.
There were still lone Lizardman warriors behind.
But Soren no longer had the energy to concern himself with them; he dashed forward, searching for the trace of the Stealth Assassin.
These invisible enemies felt like a thorn in his back. Until they were eliminated, Soren couldn’t fight at ease. Everyone in the village had been mobilized; the people near the wilderness regularly faced monsters, and although they lacked training, they were not without the power to resist. As long as there was courage to fight in their hearts, they could certainly overwhelm these invading Lizardmen with sheer numbers.
“There!”
Soren halted mid-charge and suddenly threw his curved blade.
Behind the Militia Captain, the air twisted suddenly, and then a Lizardman Stealth Assassin’s figure appeared, its dark dagger directly stabbing towards his back. The blade could penetrate his back and stab into his heart, killing him instantly upon hitting. But its form suddenly jerked stiffly, and the attack was misdirected, only grazing the Militia Captain’s back. The Captain, fueled by his experienced combat instinct, quickly turned, slashing upward to behead the Lizardman Stealth Assassin.
Soren dove and rolled to his feet, pulled out the curved blade, and before the Militia Captain could express thanks, he interrupted, shouting, “The gate won’t hold!”
“Archers! All archers aim at the Ogres!”
Ogres naturally have a strength of 18, capable of wielding weapons weighing over 100 pounds; there was hardly anyone present who could take their attacks head-on. If they broke in, the militia’s defensive formation would instantly collapse. The Ogres rarely wore heavy armor, so shooting them with archers was the safest method.
Bang!
In the next moment, the village gate burst open, three Ogres, about 3 meters tall and weighing 500 pounds, with fierce and hideous faces, charged in. They held spiked clubs the thickness of an adult’s thigh, launching attacks the moment they entered. A militia member tried to block with a shield, but the fierce force shattered the wooden shield, sending him flying three to four meters away, twitching for a moment on the ground before quickly losing consciousness.
His chest was completely caved in!
“Unbelievable strength!”
Soren’s face turned grim as he gripped something in his hand.
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