Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Chapter 45 - The Esteemed Messenger Of Death

Suddenly, two massive explosions occurred, so massive that a cloud of dust erupted, and their aftershock alone was enough to clear almost half of the hill from monsters, pushing them from high towards the bottom, where the ascending monsters took the job of stumping over them.

Though the explosions were mighty, no monster stopped even for a moment, as they were totally and fervently controlled by the urge to eat this heavenly treasure and ascend a grade, or even more.

"Keep firing," Arthur yelled, so he could pull his team from the shock of these rocks. Now, they started to understand why Arthur warned them so seriously before, and they started to eye these small weird rocks in a new light.

They weren't rocks, they were a weapon to kill anything without mercy.

The gap created by the two explosive rocks were rapidly filled again, however the monsters were welcomed this time by a series of explosions that made sure all monsters would be driven backwards, down the hill.

"Great, great performance everyone, reuse the arrows and spears."

As these explosions almost cleared the hill, driving all the monsters back to point zero, Arthur encouraged his friends, and changed the strategy back to the primary one.

The battle kicked in, with a high momentum, as an endless stream of monsters kept coming from every direction. Arthur was busy fighting every single monster, so he didn't notice the presence of some strange auras, watching the bizarre way of fighting he was using against these monsters.

Though these new incomers weren't friends to each other, or even acquaintances, they grouped together, without saying a word, as they started to watch this amazing battle unfolding.

"Does anyone recognize any of them?" a twenty four old mage asked, touching his sword with his hand, in a way that felt an old habit of his. He was tall, with so little hair on his head that he was nearly bald.

"No, this is my first time seeing them," another mage, approximately at the same age, with an emblem of Dorgazire academy on his chest, said. He had a long, broadsword, which he put on his shoulder, like he was carrying a bag.

Others around them whispered in agreement, as this was the first time they saw these youngsters.

"Does anyone know of these strange rocks which are causing such damage?" an archer mage, with a great eyesight, said. he was a well-built mage, with no emblem on his chest, making him and that bald the only two rogue mages here.

"No, this is my first time seeing these rocks," one of the mages said, who belonged to another academy, a rival one to the Dorgazire academy.

"I think I knew of this ore," someone suddenly said, as he rubbed his long, braided in three long equal length, lines of beard hair, "however where did I see this?"

This mage, holding a long staff, became the focus of everyone here. Finally, his eyes shone, as he said nothing while rapidly retreating. It didn't need any genius to know that he figured out where he found that ore, and now he was rapidly going to excavate some of it and keep it to his personal use.

Others looked, vigilantly, to each other, before they rapidly dispersed. A great battle was about to unfold elsewhere, and Arthur, the main instigator for this, didn't know a thing about it.

All left, except for the two rogue mages, who looked to each other, before nodding. They had the same idea in mind, as this group of youngsters didn't wear any academy emblem. Whatever the secret behind them, they thought their fortune would be for the better if they managed to follow them.

"These kids are strong, resourceful, with even some monsters standing on their sides," the bald sword mage said.

"They might have a summoner, or a tamer in their group," the archer said.

"I doubt that," the sword mage said, "I have met a summoner and a tamer before, and neither of them were able to control more than one monster each."

"Then they might all be tamers, or summoners, or bits of both," the archer said, in a tone that meant he wasn't really buying what he was saying.

The two looked again to each other, as their line of thoughts were aligned. The tamer and summoner mages were rare, extremely rare. They were famous for having short life spans, as they had to deal with deadly monsters, not for the purpose of killing them, but to badly injure them.

The other undisputed fact was the group in front of them were using arrows and wooden spears in the fight. That was no summoner or tamer mages' style of fighting. They knew these kids must have a secret, greater secret than just mere explosive rocks, and reaching this far in thoughts, both decided, more determined, to join these kids.

"We shall show them our worth, or else they wouldn't agree for us to join them," the archer finally said.

"We will need to work together, use this strange battle to our favor," the swordsman said.

"Good," the arched nodded, as he knew facing these monsters alone would be suicidal.

"Count me in!"

Suddenly, this female voice came, abruptly from behind them, startling them both. They weren't startled by the voice, but by the identity of its owner. A girl walked in, twenty years in age, with a mesmerizing body, and long icy hair that was left chaotically moving with the wind behind her back. She had a red eye, a special red eye that was very distinct from far. She moved, carrying two swords in her hand, with a bow and its quaver hanging on one of her shoulders, while the other had a medium sized, thick staff.

The two mages swallowed their dry throats, as they both had their bodies, involuntarily, shivered.

"If the esteemed messenger of death wanted to kill them, then we can withdraw," the bald sword mage tried to be collected in front of this, ten centimeters, shorter than him, but his shaky voice betrayed him, showing how fearful he was.

"Y-Yes, s-sure, if your excellency wanted to take their heads for any bounty hunting, we can retreat," the archer spoke in a shivered tone, and body, as he personally once saw how bloody this seemingly angled lady in front of him was.

"Stop bullshitting, I want your help to join this group."

The cold, icy like her hair, voice came from this girl, whose half of her face was covered by a raised up collar of her short, incommodious coat. The two exchanged glances together, not understanding what they two just heard right now.

"Do you want us to infiltrate them, then betray them?" the bald sword mage asked, trying to confirm his guess.

"Sorry, my lady. If you want to kill me here, then do it. if nothing, I, Clovert, never betrayed anyone before," the archer, named Clovert, said in a strong decisive tone. The bald sword mage nodded, expressing his stand as well.

"Oh fools, if I wanted to kill you both, then you would be dead long before you knew it. I just need your help in joining this group, with no ill intentions whatsoever."

Her words were icily, and rudely honest, said while she walked to stand in front of the two. her beautiful eyes, blessed with a very unique sharp eyesight, were focusing on the body of this youngster, slightly younger than her by few years, who was moving non-stop from his high place there, killing, giving orders to others, and even disappearing sometimes, to reappear outside the wooden wall, hit a monster with a strong sword, then return again to the top.

'Marvelous,' she muttered to herself, with a shiny light that passed undetected to the two behind her, 'it seems I finally found the one helper I was seeking my entire life,' she thought to herself, before turning to look at the two fools behind her. If she could handle the high pressured fight in this hill, she wouldn't seek their help, but she knew she was best suited for assassination tasks, those commissioned from the bounty hunter guild.

As for these big battles, her stamina would run out, and she, eventually, would be helpless against these endless monsters.

The two didn't have much of a choice here, as they both agreed to her terms.. After all, having the help of the messenger of death among their team was a blessing, giving that she wasn't here to claim any head of theirs.