Age of Heroes (Age of Heroes Chronicles)

Chapter 553: The fate of the arakian tribe

It shrieks. The Darkly Thing falls down while squirming on the ground as it dark blood drenches the grass.

The trees around them were also cut off and many of it was burning. It smokes rises up to the sky 

Flames are all around the Elder body as it burns the Darkly Thing and the trees. 

Sometimes he would throw a few fireballs toward the direction of the hut and large explosion would inundated the Darkly things that tried to leave the village and tried to chase the young ones 

'Delay. Give time to the young people of the tribe' this is the thought that is in the Elder head.

He created a fire circle around him.  The width covers the entire area of the village and the fire rose seven feet high.

This kind of fire circle could only be created by expending a lot of energy on one body. 

Since the Elder did not expect to live until dawn he stimulated his life force, burning his life force alongside his energy to create this kind of terrifying fire circle

He alone is trying to halt and kill all of the Darkly Beings that wanted to hunt the children of his tribe.

Fire is something that these Darkly Thing did not like. They shriek even harder. The Darkly Things who tried to charge through the fire circle turns into cinders and ashes

The Elder laugh, trying to make himself even more braver as he moves like thunder and lightning, his method is very brutal to himself and to his enemies.

He did not seem to care the injuries that is piling up on his body as he keeps charging to wherever the Darkly Things is going. 

All over the village, the other Elders is also killing as many of the Darkly Things. They killed and they get killed.

The sound of screams of pain and the shrieking of the Darkly Thing seems to intersperse and clashed with each other

The guardians of the tribe also exerted all of their efforts and the sound of explosion could be heard in interval of seconds.josei

Flames surrounded the village and it was like it was day because of how bright the area really is.

Thunder roars above the sky. 

And the Elder could feel the thunder inside him, urging him on. 

Like the sky is cheering for him

Fire and thunder have some similarities after all. 

His charge of protecting the tribe keep him going. 

The Darkness wanted to affect his bravery, but each time he felt afraid of death, he reminded himself why he was fighting and for whom he was fighting for.

Memories of the children of the tribe flitted in his mind and each time these memories surfaces, the fear dissipates and his grip on his weapon tighten. 

He no longer has the curved sword. It has been stuck on one of the shoulder blades of the Darkly Thing. 

Instead he took the weapon that is on the ground. 

The weapon of his fallen friends. 

He used a spear to pierce one of the Darkly Thing chest. 

Black blood gurgled from the deep and large wound but the spear is stuck. 

The Elder then roll on the ground dodging one of the swiping claws of the Darkly thing and grabbed one of the fallen sword and began killing again even with all of his injuries

He pushed himself to his limit. 

His entire body is covered with flames as more and more of his life force is burned

The more his lire force burns and the closer he is to death, the stronger the fire becomes. 

There is nothing more vigorous and more lethal to a Darkly being than a force of a Life force. He slashes another Darkly Thing

EEGHH! 

It shrieks Before it falls down to the ground, its entire body burnt to a crisp. 

The Elder fire spread toward the trees, making sure that even if there is some Darkly Thing that escape his fire circle, they would be burned in the forest

Yes, the Elder decided to burn the entire Tree Ring. Let the forest be burned and let the young people have no way of returning back

Break all path of retreat and there would only be one way for the young people of his tribe and that is to keep moving forward.

One day, the seed would sprout again and trees would rise again. Until that time come again, there is a world of possibilities for the young people of his tribe.

The sound of shrieking and the sound of wood being burned is the only sound that this Elder could hear as he keeps fighting. 

Wound appeared on his body as he keeps pushing forward

Even as the pain threaten to keep him down, his grip on his weapon did not falter. As long as there is a breath in me, I would keep fighting. 

This is the determination of this Elder.

This kind of devotion to protect the people of his tribe is no longer prevalent in the Human Continent. 

Honor is still important in the Human Continent. 

But no one would sacrifice their life for the people that are not their immediate family. This is an ancient virtue that is usually only told in the stories of brave knights in fairy tales.

There is something to be learned from the Thirteen Tribe and something to admire about them. 

Around the fire circle more and more Darkly Thing falls to their death. And around this Elder, his friend also falls down, succumbing to either exhaustion or death.

None of them regret the choices they made. They sacrifice their life for the future of their tribe. Their death is a good death.

Then he slashes again. Another one falls down. And he slashes again and again until more and more of the Darkly Things fall.

His Life force is dwindling by the second. Like a huge flame that is slowly being swayed by the wind, and slowly its fire being snuff out by the violent gust of wind.

It appears for a moment like the Elder is some kind of incarnation of a Fire God, as flames covers his body and his weapon, shining brightly like a sun

It looks like he is unstoppable and he could survive this. 

But, the Elder knew. The Darkly thing that appears tonight would overwhelm him. As they have overwhelmed his other friends.

All around him, there were other Elders that also burns their Life Force for an explosive power. They also fought like he did, their body shrouded in thick red flames.

It burns the ground they walked on and the trees near them, and turns their enemies to cinder. 

But they would then fall down after their body could no longer supply the Life Force and they would die of exhaustion or severe injury

Eremetheus loved the Arakian tribe, like they were his sons. The Trickster God, The Lord of Trickery even stole the Orb of Fire belonging to the God of Fire for the tribe.

And so, the flames of the Arakian had been lit up for millenniums. 

There is a large temple on the other side of the village. Inside that temple is a flame that had never been extinguished.

The priest inside that temple had only one sacred job and that is to make sure that the fire did not died out

But tonight the wind came and it snuffed out the fire. 

No normal wind could do that. Inside that temple, there is the corpses of the priest but also the corpses of the Darkly Things.

Even though the Elder did not see the sight of the flame being extinguished, he could feel it in his heart. 

That the flame had been extinguished. 

It is said that when the flame is extinguished, it means the tribe would cease to exist. But the Elder of not believe that the flame in the Temple is the indicator of the tribe to be extinct.

The flame of the Arakian tribe lives in every one of them. 

As long as the new generation could survive this calamity, the flames of Arakian could never be extinguished.

He saw on his left side, one of his oldest friend being eaten by one of these Darkly Things. On another side, one of the Elder that he is close with fall down of exhaustion and close his eyes before his head being eaten by one of the Darkly Thing

In anger, he shot a fireball as it envelope the Darkly thing and turn it into ashes in a matter of second.

He did not have time to be sad as he wade through the Darkly Thing, killing as much of them as possible, burning everything on his path, trying to delay them as his tribespeople get out of the Tree Ring. 

As long as morning came, these Darkly Thing would be weakened and many of them would disappear back into the Void. 

This is just the beginning of the Darkness. It will not be as bad until the Destined Battle

Thinking of this he keeps fighting, and when his weapon was destroyed by the corrosive nature of the Darkly Thing, he would then use his fist and his feet to punch and kick these Darkly Thing.

Many of them were burned by the fire that came from his fist before eventually he too succumbs to exhaustion and falling down on the ground.

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