Chapter 12: Beginning of a Legend
It took us about three days of travel to reach the village of Risher, about early into evening the time we made it there.
Risher is a small farming village about twice as large as Rurorona if you include all the farmlands. It is built alongside an expansive forest that stretches for miles, a good portion of it is cut down and being used to cultivate wheat and other forms of grains. Its buildings are simply made unlike Rita, mainly made from wood and stone, with tall fences surrounding the village's plots of wheat fields.
"We'll spent the night here before heading to the highway tomorrow." Culann stated, "The trek to Lenn would take about a week if we are quick, so remember to rest up."
The entrance to the village is guarded by a soldier, the local militia going by the somewhat rusty metal armour and helm he is adorn in.
"Huh. That's odd."
"Hm, what is, Culann?"
"The guard at the village entrance." He stated, "He doesn't look to be a local. And his armour…"
As we approach him, the soldier's eyes narrowed when he looked at me before turning to face Culann, "Citizen?"
"We're adventurers, sir." He tells him as we all show him our adventurer tags.
He then turns to me, "Are you sure she's not your slave?"
I felt my eyebrow twitch at that sentence. How I wish I could just beat him up… but seeing as attacking the guy that is guarding the place is a bad idea, I'll just resist the urge to do it.
"No, HE's my party mate." Culann noted with a tense grin as he spun his spear in front of the soldier, stopping to show the blade to him. "
Sir."
"…Tch, fucking beast lover…"
"And out of curiosity, is this a new thing? I don't remember Risher needed soldiers guarding the entrance."
"It is none of your concern." He stated, "Also, it's 30 coppers entry fee per person, with an extra 10 coppers needed for the animal."
"I'm sorry, what's the entry fee again?" My party leader spun his weapon again but this time, he places the spearhead VERY close to the soldier's neck, whose eyes widen in shock and fear.
"…J-Just 30 coppers…"
"That's what I thought."
He withdraws his spear and gathers up the required coins from his pouch. The soldier reluctantly accepts the fee and opens the wooden gate. He gave me a stink eye when I pass him by; I decide to response by giving him a show of my middle finger which elicit a growl from him.
"No taunting the soldier, Liya." Fionne tells me, "You may not like it, but he's the one letting you in. He can easily not let you out."
"I know." I groaned, "Doesn't mean I have like his attitude…"
"Then you're most probably not going to like anyone in near the captial." Culann noted with a chuckle, "Come on. There's an inn that would serve our purpose well."
The rooms of the inn/tavern are pretty decent for the price of 50 copper per night. It is a bit rundown, but I'm not complaining for getting a bed to sleep. We then proceed to have our dinner at the tavern downstairs, a simple meal of bread and vegetable stew.
"…"
"Culann, are you bothered by the guard?"
Fionne's question for our party leader's obviously distracted expression seems to snap him out of it as he replies, "Yeah. Risher Village is just a small farming town, but that soldier is wearing standardised, if a bit ill-maintained, soldier armour from the military. Not only that," He subtly points at the tavern, specifically at a table where there's a group of similarly armoured men drinking the night away.
"I take it that's not the norm around here?" I asked.
"Not even the slightest. This village doesn't have the resources to get those types of equipment. At most, the local militia would have the cheapest armour around, an iron breastplate at best."
And he did mention that the guard doesn't look like a local from the village. "Maybe he's not from the local militia, but the kingdom's military?"
"That would be the correct assumption. But why would soldiers be posted all the way out here?"
After having our dinner, and not getting any concrete conclusion to the odd guard, we are about to head back to rest only to be stopped by a panicking elderly man in a sophisticated outfit barging through the tavern doors and running towards us.
"E-Excuse me, are you perhaps the one known as Black Spear Culann?"
"PFT!!"
"Oh, knock it off!"
Me and Fionne let loose snickers at the nickname, our party leader growled at us before turning to face the man "I am. And you are?"
"My name's Litchein, I'm the village elder of Risher." He tells us, "If it's not any trouble, do you mind accepting a request from me?"
"…That's rather unorthodox of you." Fionne noted, "You would normally need to send a request to the guild and wait for them to send an adventurer over."
"I know that, and I've already sent a request to the guild in Rita!" Litchein explains, "It's just that there're some new developments to it and I can't afford to wait for them to send one here! Please, I'll pay you double the promised reward if you undertake it."
"Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a moment here." Culann tells him, "Why don't you tell us what this urgent request of yours is first?"
"A-Ah, yes. Sorry, I'm a little unnerved by the… why don't you come to my place and I'll explain it to you properly there."
"So, what's the urgent request?" Culann asks as we sat on the couch in the elder's personal office.
"Yes, of course!" Litchein lets loose a sigh before explaining, "Over the past week, we have some problems from a farm at the western part of the village. Livestock has been disappearing, crop fields were trampled over, it just keeps on happening. After a little investigation, we found out that Dire Wolves to be responsible for it."
"The standard D-ranked request." Our party leader noted as he adjusted his seat on the couch, "Even so, such things can't be that urgent. Just have a few more guards stationed near the farms facing the forest. As long they are careful, they can prevent the monsters from entering with a few good pokes from a spear. That should buy you some time to send for adventurers."
The elder let loose a shaky sigh, "It originally wasn't, until one of my soldiers reported to me this morning to have seen a Grim Wolf among them."
My body freeze at the mention of the monster that nearly killed me over a week ago. Oh man, no wonder they needed help urgent.
Grim Wolves are way larger and much more ferocious, and the sight of one of them usually is synonymous with a pretty large pack of Dire Wolves, way larger than a pack without one. I would know; I've encountered that very same pack once before, after all.
"Oh, now I can see why." Culann noted, "A Grim Wolf would bump it up to at least a B-ranked request, an A-ranked if there are more than one of them."
"And who knows how much destruction a pack lead by one would bring…" Fionne added, "A small village like this wouldn't be able to recover from a single attack."
"Yes, that's correct! And from the recent reports, it's possible that they are going to attack tonight!" Litchein cries out, "Even if I round up ALL the local militia and armed all of them, we won't able to handle an attack from them! By the time an adventurer from a nearby town accept this request, this village would have been wiped out!"
"What about the kingdom soldiers I saw about?" Culann asked, "I'm sure they could be of assistance to this."
"I'm afraid that I have no authority over them." The elder sighs, "They were dispatched from the capital just weeks before, and they answer only to their commanding officer, who doesn't like taking orders from someone of a… 'lower' stature…"
"Is that why some of them are drinking when they should be working?"
"I'm afraid so…"
No wonder this guy is panicking. I doubt some local militia can even handle the horde coming in, especially without some backup.
"Please, you guys are the only hope I have to prevent this from happening!"
"Well, we can accept the offer, no problem." Culann noted, "But how much will you be able to pay us? B-ranked requests are worth at least 10 silvers, and if this ended up being an A-ranked, it would be bumped up to 40. I doubt a small village like this would have that much coin in reserve, even if you try to barter some goods in exchange."
"I know, it's probably too much for this village to pay… But!" The elder slams his hands on his table hard, knocking over some of his stationaries, "I can't afford to let this village get destroyed! My grandfather worked hard to build this village up to what it is today! I refuse to let his work die on my hands! Please! I'll find a way to pay you, so please, save this village!"
"Culann?"
We all turned to our party leader. I personally want to save this village. It's almost a copy to what Rurorona has undergo from the Waves. If possible, I want to prevent what happened to my village to happen here.
But in the end, it is all up to Culann to decide.
"…Hah…" He lets out a sigh before turning to Litchein, "Alright, fine, we'll accept the request."
"R-Really!? Thank you so very much–!"
"Ah, ah! Don't get too happy about it just yet." He added, "There's still the issue of our payment–"
"I'll find a way! You'll get your money, that I can assure you!"
"Calm down, calm down. Let me finish. Since we still don't know whether there is a Grim Wolf, you can pay us AFTER we take care of the problem. Is that alright with you?"
"O-Oh! Sure, of course!"
"Now, tell me where the Grim Wolf is last spotted."
"Ah, right! It's…"
The sun has begun to set, dusk begins to settle in while painting the empty field of dirt in a shade of orange.
We, with some of the local militia, stand by a large wooden fence that we had purposefully removed some planks from, creating several small gaps in the fence; gaps small enough for a Dire Wolf to squeeze right through no problem.
Culann took up position in front of the gap-filled fence with his spear on his shoulder, Fionne positioned on his side with her shield up and axe in hand. I stood by a fair distance behind them, Vassal Cross in my hand in its
Chain Sword Cross form and prepared for battle. The local militia all has their spears at the ready, spaced out and pointing at the gaps.
From what the elder told us, the soldier spotted what looks like to be a vague image of a Grim Wolf among the shadows of the trees that afternoon, facing this part of the fence. The farm here is apparently the one that experienced most of the wolf attacks for the past week, so Culann thinks that this might be their true target and that the other smaller attacks are nothing more than scouts from the much larger packs.
As such, he has the idea to trick them by creating gaps the 'defences', which they would most likely take and we'll kill them one after another when they try to squeeze through.
Dastardly? Oh definitely.
Possibly effective? Absolutely!
"I take it you've done this often?" Taishou asked Culann. We are a good distance away from the militia men, so I doubt they can hear him talking.
"Oh yeah, plenty of times." He nodded, "And most of them are of the same pattern and so on, with the same targets each time. Dire Wolves, and by extension Grim Wolves, attacks are pretty common in this part of the region. But it is strange that a Grim Wolf is even prevalent here."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Grim Wolves never attack any human settlements themselves; they only attack if we enter deep enough into their territory. Even if they do attack, it is mostly during the winter season, when food is scarce in the wild. They never tried to attack during any other season, but here we are. I can't even imagine why it would…"
"I think I can." Fionne noted, "From what I've heard, the Waves of the past often brought with it powerful monsters, way more powerful than the ones we have locally."
"Are you suggesting that the Wave is the cause for this?"
"Yeah, the Waves has monsters that I have never seen before. Some may have remained when it ended." I stated. Walking skeletons with weapons and armour? Extremely large dog with three heads? No way they could exist in my world.
"Huh, that would explain its unusual behaviour."
Before we can continue our discussion, a loud and long howl can be heard coming from the forest. This has us all take our combat stance and waited patiently.
Not a moment later, movement can be seen from the shadows of the trees and a large pack of wolves of several dozen come rushing out charging towards us with great vigour.
"Remember the plan! When one of them pokes their head through, stab it with all you got!"
As if to prove his point, one of the wolves pushes through the gaps with one foot through, only to get a spear to its head from Culann.
More of them tries to squeeze through the cracks, only to get killed by Culann, Fionne, me, and the armed militia; the armoured female knight smashing their heads in two with her axe, I whip at and beheading them with my blade-whip, and the rest all pokes at them with their spear. One after another, they all fell to our blades in a pretty one-sided massacre.
And then, a few of them got clever.
They step on their dead comrades' bodies and uses them to leap over the fence; one of them even has its jaws wide opened and pounced at Fionne, who raises her shield to block it, its teeth gnawing against its metal rims. Another pounced onto an unlucky militia who barely manages to keep his life as it only managed to get his shoulder.
"[Hunting Chain]!"
I took aim at it, changes to the
Dire Wolf Cross and sends it flying. The blade and chain flew through the air and stabs into the wolf's side. With a strong tug, I pulls it off of Fionne and towards me, which I then proceeds to slam the beast into the other one, knocking that one off the poor man. His comrades than took the opportunity and stab them with their spears.
"Hey, they are going for the girl!!"
However, thanks to our momentary distraction, most of the pack that Culann didn't kill slips past him and made their way towards me, leading to at least a dozen of Dire Wolves charging at me with great vigour.
"Liya!"
"Don't worry! I got this handled!"
I took a step back and took note of how many wolves are charging at me. And then, I activate one of my latest skills.
"[Air Strike Chain:12]!"
Within moments of my call, white illusionary chains with winged blade tips materialize under each of the wolves and pierces right through them, stopping and hanging them lifelessly on the magic constructs by their torso or neck.
[Air Strike Chain], my only wide ranged attack skill at the moment, and a very effective one at that. This 'AOE' strike, as Taishou puts it, unleashes chains of a set amount from any area in my line and sight, either killing or binding the targets. The amount is dependent on the number I added after calling the skill name, and I have to think of the place those chains would sprung from.
"W-What was that!?"
"Those chains come out of nowhere…!"
"It's just like… how the stories of the Cardinal Heroes have portrayed…"
"Who is that girl…?"
There seem to be some among the militias that are reacting to my skill in a rather weird way, but at least it got the job done.
"Ah right, I've almost forgotten about that." Fionne noted as she turns around to beheads another unlucky wolf that tries to pass through the fence, "The Heroes always seems to get the good stuff, huh?"
"Well, they are Heroes, after all." Culann noted as he pierces a wolf that tries to jump over the fence like the ones before, "It is only natural they have abilities beyond of our understanding."
I release the Air Strike Chains and got back into the fray, whipping off a wolf that got past them. "Yeah, yeah, but it took a good portion of my SP to use, so I can't just whip it out all the time."
"I know, but given enough training and gaining enough levels," Culann slices a wolf's neck, blood spurting out with a few droplets getting on his face, "You could easily wipe out an entire army with that skill alone."
"I'm not really thinking of doing that, though."
"It's just a possibility."
I was about to retort back, only to hold my tongue when I hear a loud howl coming from the woods. The wolves all stopped their assault, run back towards the forest.
"The Dire Wolves are… retreating…?" One of the militias wonders out loud.
"This is…! Everyone, get ready!" Culann shouts over to us, "The Grim Wolf is here!"
They stop just a good distance from the fence and form a line in front of the fence. A moment later, something huge charges out from between the trees, uprooting a few trees in its wake. It leaps over all of us and lands a good distance behind me.
I turn around to see what is the most terrifying monster I have ever witness, second only to that Cerberus monster from the Waves.
At first glance, it seems to be a Grim Wolf, but a second look later is enough to be proven wrong. Its size is at least a meter taller and larger, as large as the Cerberus by my estimate; its fur is an inverse to the usual, and on its head is a long white scarred horn sticking out of its black star patch.
"An Elder Grim Wolf!?" Culann cries out. "What is something like that doing here!?"
Elder Grim Wolf… As in, the strongest variant of the Grim Wolf!? The one that stood above all wolf monsters!?
"I take it that this is way stronger than an average Grim Wolf…?"
"That's underplaying it." I noted, "It is said that once Grim Wolf lived for a set amount of time, it would become an 'elder', an entity that can only described as a living myth."
"Wait, then this monster is on the same level as the Cerberus!?"
"Most likely…" The Cerberus is way scarier, though…
"Culann, what should we do?" Fionne asks him.
"This is bad…" He turns to the stunned militia, "You, get Litchein to evacuate the village!! The rest of you, keep an eye on the Dire Wolves!"
"You can't be suggesting that…"
"There's no time! Just go!!"
"Y-Yes, sir!!"
The militia followed through with that order and ran towards the village, leaving the rest of them behind who keep a watch at the line of Dire Wolves. The large wolf didn't even try to stop them, only stares at us with an unfazed look, a conceding one in fact with the way its muzzle is pointing up.
"Fionne, Liya, get into formation." Culann tells us as he got in front of the wolf and prepped for combat. We followed suit, Fionne stood beside with her shield raised while I stood behind them with my weapon changed to its strongest form right now, the
Cerberus Fang Cross. The weapon form is styled after the three headed beast, with a head of the Cerberus as its pommel, fang-like protrusions as its hilt, and its blade is shaped like the monster's horn.
"Get ready, because we're taking this monster down."
""Got it!""
The large wolf starts the fight with an extremely fast-downward strike with its paw, which we all barely managed to get out of the way of as it blew up a cloud of dust on impact with the wind generated tosses all of us aside. I rolled back up to my feet and decided to retaliate first by sending my chain flying into its face, the blade striking its muzzle and leaving a small scratch on it, it letting out a yelp in response.
Good, looks like I can at least do some damage to it. It might take a good hit to properly kill it, though.
"Aim for its legs!" Culann commanded.
Fionne followed suit with a swipe of her axe right at the wolf's hind leg, breaking through the skin and leaving behind a small gash behind it. The monster let out another cry before spinning around and swiping the injured hind leg at her. The black paw impacts her shield hard, the sound of metal vibrating echoes in the air before she was sent flying through the air and crashing into the empty field.
"Fionne!"
I leap back to avoid another claw strike at where I was, just as Culann rushes past me and towards the monster. He readies spear and with a loud cry, lunges into the air in hopes of stabbing the wolf in its neck. He is unsuccessful in his attempt, as the monster instantly turn around and clamps its jaws around him.
"Culann!!" Fionne cries out.
"I'm fine!"
His response draws our attention to the wolf's jaws, where Culann is just barely holding the jaws apart with his spear, one that bends slightly every couple of seconds, "But man, this thing is way too fast for its size!"
"Hold on!"
An axe is thrown right at the wolf, more specifically, the side of its jaws. The moment the axe's blade slices a wide gash on the side of its mouth, I send my chain flying towards Culann, wrapping around his torso and pulling out of the jaws. "You alright?" I asked as he falls onto the ground with a thud.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He pants as he got back and readies his spear, "This thing is a real monster, that's for sure. I guess all those talks about the Elder Grim Wolf aren't just rumours, after all."
"Can we even take this thing down?" Taishou asked.
"First, we need to stop it from moving. That wolf is strong, but its real asset is its speed. Without it, I doubt it would be able to do much. Liya, think you can do that?"
There's just barely enough SP for me to use [Air Strike Chain] to properly bind it up, but if we can deal it the killing blow then… "I can try."
"Right. Fionne, once it's all bind up, you and I are going to disable its hindlegs."
"Got it."
"GROOWWWLLLL!"
The monster growls at us as it bends down, before lunging forward at insane speeds much to our shock. We all managed to leap out of the way as its jaws bite down at where we once stood, a large portion of dirt completely dug up by its jaws. It spits out the dirt before turning around to face us as its hindlegs dug into the ground.
"Liya!"
"Already on it!"
It lunges at us once more, but I was ready for it.
"[Air Strike Chain: 20]!!"
Within moments, white astral chains shoot out from behind the wolf and wraps around its entire body, with some piercing into its flesh. The wolf's its momentum immediately came to a halt as the chains creak under its strength; it struggles to push forward towards us, a soft growl rumbles from its throat as it did so.
"A-Alright, got it…" I gritted out as I struggles to keep the chains steady.
There is one downside to this skill to bind things up. The chains' toughness aside, the strength of the binding is all dependent on my own body's strength, and using one of them to pull on an object is akin to using an actual chain with my arm to perform the same action. And with multiple chains, it feels like many arms are pulling all at the same time.
"But I'm not sure… how long I can… hold it…"
"Just keep it long enough for us to take out its legs!"
"Duly… noted…!"
"Aim for the achilles tendon! The muscle on the back of its foot!"
Culann and Fionne leaps into action, our party leader immediately heads for the fallen axe that saved him from death just moments ago and picks up it. He then tosses it towards his partner and together, they slice at the wolf's feet, right at where said important muscle is at; the wolf immediately starts buckles under its own weight
"Alright!"
"I'm not done yet!!"
Culann took a step back, changes his grip on his spear before pulling back his arm.
"I am the one that commands origins of power. I have read and deciphered the law of nature. Engulf in winds, and pierce my enemy with great force! First Wind Lance!"
After his chant, winds start to circulate his spear. That must be magic, the one spell that was listed on his profile.
With great strength, he launches his weapon right into the wolf's side; the magically enchanted spear piercing right through the skin and drilling into flesh. The wolf let loose a yelp as it stumbles on its feet.
"That's a lung pierced." He noted, "It wouldn't be able to move as well now. Now we just have to stall it till its life burns out. Liya, how long can you keep your chains bind?"
"Just… barely…"
I gritted my teeth as I mentally pulled the chain back, the wolf's strength has weakened a fair bit after his hindlegs were taken out. "About… a minute or so…?"
"Good enough."
Culann turns to Fionne, who drew her short sword before handing it over to him. "Once the binding is over, we're to–"
"HOOOOOOOOWWWLLL!!"
The Elder Grim Wolf let loose loud howl, something I don't think means anything good.
My premonition is proven right, as the Dire Wolves that were outside the fence all immediately starts charging towards the fence with an intense ferocity unseen from the first attack. Some straight out trap themselves in the gaps and allows the other wolves to leap off them to get over the fence and attack the militia.
"The wolves!?"
"He must have commanded them to attack!" Taishou commented.
Culann turns to me, "Liya, keep that thing bind up as long as possible." I nodded in response, "Fionne, we have to help them out!"
"Right!!"
They both ran towards the militia while I was left holding onto the large beast.
The chains creak every few moments, my mental grip on the chains starts to weaken as the wolf now struggling with a new found strength. A minute starts to feel like an hour, as I can feel my grip starting to loosen every slightly.
And then, the wolf twists its body and my grip came loose. The astral chains all broke apart and shatters into bright particles before fading away. The backlash of my chains breaking hit me as my body starts to feel heavy and I drop to my knees, panting extensively. This is bad, really bad…! Weaken it may be, but the monster of that size isn't able to move at all.
I look up at the beast, who stares down at me with its muzzle up high while the corners its mouth perks up into a smirk. This guy, he's gloating! This fucker thinks he has already won!
Its paw blurs and I felt something crashing into me, sending me flying into air and painfully bounce of the dirt before crashing into the empty field.
"Liya! Are you alright!?"
"Arrgggh…"
A groan slip past my lips. Every part of my body is thumping with pain; none of my bones, and limps, seems to be broken at least, thankfully, but my ribs seems to be cracked. Nothing that prevent me from moving.
I shakily got back up to my feet, looking over at the wolf who is already slowly making its way towards the struggling militia. Culann and Fionne are in the fray with them, and not noticing their death coming every so slowly towards them.
"T-The wolf…" I struggles out as I tries to call out to them, "Culann, the wolf-HACK!"
I taste iron. There's no doubt that blood is dripping from my mouth.
"Here, this should heal you up."
A Medicine bottle pops out of the Vassal Cross into my open hand. Uncocking it, I drink the bitter liquid and felt some of my wounds starting to patch itself up.
"What now? It may be weaker, but it's still too powerful."
"Yeah, but Culann and Fionne are too busy with the Dire Wolves…" I spat out the blood in my mouth. "They won't see it coming until it is too late."
They would all be slaughtered, followed by the village…
The image of the Cerberus chewing on some unfortunate villager flashes in my mind and I gritted my teeth. No, not again. I'm not letting that shit happening again!!
"Taishou, do I have enough SP for a long fight?"
"If you limit yourself to only small skills, you should have. Are you planning on…?"
"There's no one else that can right now."
"You could die!"
"I have to. Because I'm a Hero."
With that last word in, I charges right at the wolf as fast as I could.
"[Chain Spike]!!"
Once I caught up to it, I reel back my arm and sends the chain whip flying through the air and stabs into its eye socket. The monster lets out a cry as I pull back the chain and dislodge its eyeball out of its skull, spraying part of my face with its warm blood. It then turns to me, blood pouring out of its empty socket as a growl rumbles through its throat.
"Yeah! That's right! I'm still right here!" I shouted at it, "Come on, you stinky mutt! Let's go!!"
"Come this way, quickly!"
"Move, man! Move!"
"Get a move on already!!"
Litchein stood next to one of the militias as they call to the remaining villagers to evacuate Risher. The soldiers from the capital weren't doing much to assist, only shouting for them to hurry up and nothing more. Heck, their commander was just standing next to him and issuing orders.
In fact, they only start to evacuate the village proper when the militia soldier came back to report to them to awful news.
"To think that an Elder Grim Wolf would appear…"
Elder Grim Wolf. To everyone in this region of the kingdom, the name of such a monster was only thought to be rumours and tall tales. The only known sighting of the said beast was at least over a century ago, when the Bow Hero slayed it to save a humble town from the Silvelt. Since then, known sightings of it often ended up being false or a trick of the mind.
But if such monster is here… the entire region would be in jeopardy.
"Oh God, please protect us."
"No use praying, elder."
Litchein turns to the Commander Teras, a relative bulky man in standard Melromarc army armour with greasy hair and moustache, "If it is an Elder Grim Wolf, the only thing short of stopping it is one of the Cardinal Heroes. And the last I've heard; they are still in the capital. No way they'll be able to reach out in time."
"Oh dear… then, this village is done for…" He mutters sadly. "And I have brought three kind adventurers to their deaths…"
"They are adventurers. This is their way of life. Live by the coin, die by the coin. You have no fault in that."
"…"
That is true, but he knows for certain that those three aren't like that. Especially the party's youngest member.
She has a certain look in the eye when he mentioned his plight, one that his late son once had before he passed. The look of someone genuinely wanted to help people. Not out of monetary gain, but out of duty and kindness of the heart. Her leader has a similar fire in his eyes too as well, and no doubt their armoured companion has one as well.
They truly wish to save his village, even if it cost their lives to do so.
To let such kind souls die like this…
He grabs a pitchfork lying on the fence nearby before marching off towards the farm. He was stopped when the commander grabs onto his arm, "Where are you going!?"
"To help them."
"What!? Are you mad!? It's an Elder Grim Wolf, you know!? What can someone as weak as you do!?"
"I don't know! But if I can even make their work a little easier…"
"You'll die!!"
"That may be so," He turns to the commander with a determined grin on his face, "but at least I would have died protecting the village I loved."
"… you senile fool."
He lets him go, and Litchein went on his way.
"Elder, wait!!"
A voice calls out to him and he looks back to see the militia from before running up to him, his spear in his hands, "I'm coming with you."
"Are you sure?"
"The rest of my team is fighting it, sir!" He tells him, "It would be a disgrace if I'm not there to help! And, I love this village."
A smile creeps up Litchein's face as he gave him a nod, "Right. For our village."
As they are about to make their way, more voices call out to them from behind. Turning around, they are greeted by the many abled men, all of them are have either a pitchfork or hoe in their hands. Some even took up a broken wooden plank in their hands.
"Let us fight with you!"
"This is our village too!"
"Yeah, what he said!"
"If we can't defend our own village, then who will!?"
One by one, they all voiced their desire to defend their home, something that brought joy to the village elder's heart, "You all… thank you."
With all in agreement, they all march towards the empty farm with a fiery resolve in their buxom.
But when they got there…
"[Quick Step]!! [Blade Chain Strike]!!"
"GRWOOLL!!"
The glowing chain whip of the young cat demi-human slices another gash on the large monster of a wolf's side, the wolf letting out a cry in pain in response.
They couldn't even believe what they are witnessing at this very moment.
Right in the middle of the empty dirt field is the large Elder Grim Wolf, as monstrous as the legends described.
Only, said beast is covered with gashes across its body, a hole in its side, and blood staining its white fur in patches of red. One of its eyes is hollow and pouring out blood by the gallons, its remaining eye darting around as its assailant as she continuously strikes at it with no signs of stopping.
The young demi-human adventurer that Litchein had talk to just hours ago; her face is half-covered in blood and dirt while darting around the monster wolf and swinging around the most unconventional weapon an adventurer has ever wielded at it.
Each time the chain whip came into contact with its body, a bloody gash is left in its wake. And each time the wolf tries to strike at her, she disappears into a blur and avoided its claws or jaws before striking once again. Again, and again, their exchange went back and forth just like that with no signs of stopping.
Litchein can only describe it as a dance of death that only legends have ever spoke off; a fight between a monstrous beast of myth, and a Hero of legend.
"W-Who is that girl…!?"
"She's taking on that beast all by herself…!"
"It's like those stories…"
"Yeah… she's like those Heroes…"
The men that came with him all mutters out the same things, that the girl that is fighting for their sake, she can only be describe as a legendary Hero, one that could be on par as the Cardinal Hero, as heretical as it sounds.
"Elder, look!"
He follows the militia's pointed finger to the fence, where the rest of the militias are fighting against the horde of Dire Wolves with the last two adventurers, one of them being Black Spear Culann.
It wasn't very obvious, but they are badly losing ground in their fight.
'If those wolves interfere with her…'
"Assist them!" He tells the men as he raises his pitchfork into the air, "Don't let those wolves interrupt her fight!!"
"OOHH!!"
With a loud battle cry, they all charges right towards the Dire Wolves.
When they heard them, the two adventurers stop their attacks and look on in shock as the villagers all charged in and starts attacking the Dire Wolves with everything they got on hand. Large rocks are thrown at the wolves, pitchforks are lunged and pierced into one of the canines' side. Crude weaponry and lack of any coordination they have, but they are deadly effective nonetheless.
"Black Spear!" Litchein runs up to him, "We are here to assist!"
"Elder!? What about evacuating the village!?"
"The commander is taking care of that. What's the situation?"
"Bad, as you can see." Culann tells him as he shakes the blood off of his short sword, "What of the Elder Grim Wolf?"
"You party member is fighting it."
"WHAT!?"
"Yes, and it looks like it is ending soon."
They all turn to look on, as the battle of between the young demi-human adventurer and the monster of myth is reaching its conclusion.
"[Quick Step]!!"
I dodge a large bite with the movement skill and skids to a stop in front of it.
My lungs burn for air while my arms and legs are starting to feel like lead. Looking at the wolf, its doesn't seems to be doing too hot either, its legs are trembling and is heavily panting like I am.
This fight will end with our next move, that's what I am feeling it would be.
Elder Grim Wolf. This mythical wolf of legend is the hardest monster I have ever has the chance to face it. If anything, I'm sure this would be a proper revenge match for the Grim Wolf that completely wrecked me more than a week ago. But unlike last time…
"This… will end it!"
I dashes right towards the wolf, it has the same idea and lunged towards me with both claws raised up. A second later, its two paws slams right down towards me, one that if I take a direct hit, I wouldn't be able to get back up again.
"[Quick Step]!!"
I invoke the movement skill and flashes forward, avoiding the monster's paws and getting under it. As I did so, I took note of the blood hole left behind by Culann and the idea sprung. I took aim, reel back my weapon, and let the chain fly.
"[Wild Chain]!! And… [Chain Spike]!!"
With a loud cry, I invoke the last two skills my remaining SP is allowing me to and sends the glowing and spinning chain rocketing into the bloody hole. [Wild Chain] is what Taishou named as a 'buffing skill', which double the strength of the skill I cast after it. It cost the least SP among of my acquired skills, thus why I was able to cast it despite having so little SP.
A metal clunk can be heard as the wolf let loose a cry as my chain whip drills through the body and shoots out from it back along with the black spear Culann has lodged inside from his last attack on it.
Blood came pouring out of the two holes as it struggles to keep itself standing. It took several steps forward, letting out a whine before collapsing on its side with a blood splat. Its legs twitched for a moment, before finally slacking and dropping limp on the dirt ground.
Despite my lungs burning and my legs at its limit, I stood next to it and stare down at the dead monster as the results of the battle finally clicked in my mind.
I've did it.
I've won.
I've defeated a monster of legend!
With the sense of accomplishment still filling my veins, I raise my arms up into the air and let loose a victory cry.
Little did I know, this is the start of my legend.
The legend, of the Vassal Hero.
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To be continued…
Oh yeah! What's up!? Finished this as fast as I am able, and boy do I have lots of fun writing this chapter.
This chapter was originally going to be shorter, with Liya encountering a normal Grim Wolf outside of the village on the highway, and would be a bit more low key.
But when I start writing, the stake got even higher till I got this. A bit over excessive? Maybe. But it would do well to cement Liya's position as a Hero. After all, this is his story, his epic legend.
On a separate note, I just realised that I have over 100 followers on this story! Oh my god, I wasn't expecting this to have that this popular.
With that, I wish for all of you to be of good health, and thank you all for reading this!