Each squad eventually makes it to the artefacts' location without any casualties, though some of them did get injuries. The smiles on their faces were priceless because they had gained a lot of experience combating unfamiliar creatures in the treacherous and dark terrain but some were not right As they approached the artefacts, an eerie silence engulfed the area, making them uneasy.
The squad leader's instincts kicked in, sensing that danger lurked nearby. there was an issue it was being guarded by the two-headed troll a formidable and fearsome creature known for its strength and cunning. The squad leader quickly devised a plan, instructing his team to spread out and surround the troll from different angles.
With weapons drawn, they cautiously advanced towards the artefact, prepared for a fierce battle ahead. As they closed in on the troll, their hearts pounded with adrenaline, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.
But even with this unexpected problem, the squad leader remained calm and focused, determined to retrieve the artefact at all costs. He knew that their success relied on their unity and strategic approach. The team maintained their formation, communicating silently through hand signals to ensure a synchronized attack.
four members of each of the three teams were capable of defeating the two-headed troll two hunters and two mages all level 26, as the mages immune the two hunters with stamina and strength while casting trap spells to hinder the troll's movement, and because the enemy was weak in light a simple illumination spell made their attack more effective as soon the two hunters severe the 3 meters tall two-headed trolls hitting its weak point was crucial. Additionally, the four members of each team utilized their unique abilities to coordinate their attacks and maximize their chances of victory. The hunters strategically aimed for the troll's weak point while the mages continuously provided support and protection to ensure a successful outcome.
The second team had three hunters using long-range weapons, and the mage enchanted their arrows to have explosive flaming arrows. Each archer was equipped with a hundred arrows. These extra projectiles were salvaged from the Minotaur and harpy encounter, and they were saved all for this occasion. It only took three explosive arrows from each hunter to overwhelm the other two-headed troll. The troll's thick hide was penetrated by the explosive arrows, setting off a flaming explosion that scattered pieces of flesh. The second squad swiftly gathered and readied for their attack as the troll bellowed in pain and bewilderment.
Three hunters on the second squad were equipped with long-range weaponry, and the magician had charmed their arrows so that they would explode and flare up. One hundred additional arrows, which were kept from the battle with the Minotaur and the harpy, were carried by each archer. Each hunter just needed to fire three explosive arrows before they could defeat the other two-headed troll.
Despite having just one arm, Haella was still full of confidence and a fierce desire to demonstrate that she was still the leader of the garden brawlers. Healla motivated her team to overcome their doubts and concerns by showing them that genuine power originates from the inside. She was aware that having one arm did not define her talents or her value as a leader. They prepared to meet the second two-headed troll that had arrived at their place together.
She inspired the others by highlighting their prior triumphs and the numerous obstacles they had faced together. They rushed forward, confident in their ability to work together to defeat the troll and regain the artificial object that was crucial to their mission. and seeing Ramiel was a significant factor in her thinking.
She was motivated to overcome any challenges in her way by witnessing an old friend of hers fulfil his ambition of becoming a great leader and a warrior in his own right. She was confident that, as in the past, their relationship and shared resolve would be the catalyst for their achievement. She experienced an enormous sense of optimism knowing that Ramiel was by her side and that they could face any challenge that came their way.
The earth beneath their feet shook under the weight of the fight as it raged above them with booming booms. Sweat and terror filled the air, yet despite the mayhem, their steadfast commitment kept them focused on their distinct and risky task.
They battled side by side, their coordinated motions a monument to their extensive preparation and unwavering resolve to succeed. The guild warriors saw this as a rite of passage because they understood who was fighting alongside them—a leader who had gained their respect through battles and who was more than simply a monarch. His presence on the battlefield inspired his teammates to have unflinching admiration,
because they were aware that under his leadership, failure was not an option. Additionally, they staked all on the legendary Black battle Archmage, the undisputed monarch of Arcane, whose knowledge of magic was unsurpassed. His strategic acumen and powerful abilities left a trail of vanquished foes in his wake. The guild hunters were proud to fight with such a great character because they knew that his counsel and knowledge would guarantee their victory in any conflict they encountered.
The mages and troops and numerous Guild professionals of Strega were becoming tired of continually sipping recovery potions, frantically attempting to keep up with the unceasing onslaught, and the nobles were losing hope as the gate was still being besieged by the undead. Strega's magicians and troops were worn out, but they persisted nevertheless because they understood that their endurance would determine whether or not their kingdom would survive. When each second passes,
Despite their tiredness, they persisted because they understood that their kingdom's future depended on them. They hoped for more help or a miracle to change the course of the war with each passing second. Confusion, sluggishness, throbbing headaches, and low heart rate were among their symptoms. If this pressure rises, the kidneys will be unable to filter the extra fluid. It begins to build up in the body and eventually shuts down altogether, resulting in serious organ failure. Their bodies were being physically damaged by the constant conflict. Their eyes were clouded with tiredness, their muscles hurt, and their limbs felt heavy.
They nevertheless overcame the suffering because of their unrelenting commitment to defending their motherland and loved ones. They were aware that giving up was not an option and that they needed to endure in the face of enormous odds in their favour.
The remaining troops and mages and guild professionals were aware that their prospects of life were fast dwindling unless they discovered a method to release the strain and bring balance back to their bodies. Because drinking potions had started to badly affect their health due to excessive intake of the magical liquid, they anxiously looked for a cure to avoid dying. made the person poisonous from overhydration brought on by excessive drinking,
Because drinking potions had started to badly affect their health due to excessive intake of the magical liquid, they anxiously looked for a cure to avoid dying. made the person poisonous from overhydration brought on by excessive drinking.
These individuals began to experience severe side effects, such as constant nausea and debilitating headaches, which were directly linked to their overconsumption of potions. Concerned about the long-term consequences, they sought out experts in magical remedies who could provide a solution to reverse the toxicity caused by excessive drinking. but they had to endure it,
The lack of force that they observed disappointed them. The nobles were too terrified to even realize that a single person was fighting outside their walls; instead, they assumed the sounds they were hearing were the undead and other dead monster rampaging, sending them further into a state of panic.
The only people who came were just guild association professionals, and their number was just a grain of salt against a sea of monsters, leaving the nobbles feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable. Until someone beyond the canyon walls finds out what happened to their land, the nobbles are now in a state of panic and fear.
They anticipated assistance from someone with more strength and resources to fight the dangerous monsters that had encroached on their formerly tranquil area. Their desperation increased as they recognized the scope of the challenge they were up against in the absence of any meaningful reinforcements.
Despite having a familiar wolf dragon, which they all know will never help them without its master's command. The nobility was unconscious of the courage and tenacity that blazed inside them, unknowing that their existence now depended only on the shoulders of this lone warrior.
The city of Strega had the size to fit just a million residents, but it was now overpopulated in just a few years as multitudes of settlers took advantage of the nobles' disregard for maintaining control over the people living in their territory. The city of Strega had turned into a melting pot of different ethnicities. Its outer wall was 50 meters tall and ten feet wide with numerous siege towers and an open 20-meter floor to hold a thousand soldiers. However, as resources became limited and socioeconomic inequities grew more obvious,
the overpopulation had resulted in tensions and unrest among the residents. Despite these difficulties, the diversity within the city also brought about a vibrant cultural exchange and a thriving marketplace. The mixing of different ethnicities and backgrounds led to the development of unique art, music, and cuisine that enriched the lives of the inhabitants. Additionally, the growing tensions catalyzed social movements and reforms, pushing the nobles to address the socioeconomic inequities and strive for a more equitable society.
But for the past few months of being trapped inside this wall, the people almost started a rebellion, but after their local guild hunter gave them a rational explanation that doing this will surely end all their lives, as the undead has no political or moral stand, they feed on death and decay, all of the inhabitants inside the walled city were food to fill their endless hunger.
The people were angry, but they reluctantly accepted the guild hunter's explanation since they understood that revolt would only result in their destruction. The zombie menace, though, hung over them constantly, reminding them of their critical need for outside assistance to secure their survival.
They realized that relying just on the guild hunter might not be sufficient to fend off the persistent undead, and they started to think about enlisting the aid of nearby countries or strong magical creatures. Knowing that their very survival relied on it, the weight of their situation drove them to investigate every possibility for assistance, but all attempts to go outside the walls were fruitless.
The city's Guild tamers with flying animals and other resources were used to send out letters for help. were destroyed and shot down by the hundreds of undead high-level archers and undead spell casters showering poisonous arrows down on it, leaving the kingdom alone and isolated alone Many Guild strong hunters and warriors were also shot down as they tried to get out.
The kingdom's desperate attempts to seek aid were met with devastating consequences, as the undead forces ruthlessly targeted any means of escape. Despite the valiant efforts of the Guild tamers and skilled hunters, their attempts to reach out for help were ultimately in vain, leaving the kingdom in a state of complete isolation and vulnerability.
As optimism evaporated, the people resorted to their resourcefulness, coming up with fresh plans and techniques to combat the unrelenting assault. They battled valiantly every day, adamant that they would live despite all odds.
Even before the zombie breakout, which added even more uncertainty to their precarious condition, Hella was able to dispatch a letter, although this was to investigate the mysterious dungeon they were researching. Despite the dangers, Hella's choice proved to be a game-changer since the backup guild volunteers learned vital information about the undead too late.
It only took a night for all of the Strega residents to awaken to the sounds of screams as they witnessed numerous enormous summoning symbols that awakened millions of undead that surrounded their entire city. sadly Haella's letter was not about the current situation but rather it contained valuable information about a hidden artefact that could potentially turn their land upside down.
The citizens of Strega were terrified and had no idea how to defend themselves against the overwhelming threat. Panic and chaos ensued as they desperately searched for a way to survive this unexpected invasion. As the citizens of Strega frantically sought refuge and safety, they realized that their only hope was to remain inside their homes and hopefully these monsters will soon move to a different location, as the people of Strega were known to store months' worth of trading goods like food and supplies.
However, the monsters seemed relentless in their pursuit, causing the citizens to question whether their stockpiles would be enough to sustain them. As fear and uncertainty gripped the town, a small group of brave individuals emerged, determined to find a solution and protect their community from this unprecedented threat.
with all of their hope resting on the hands of those new guild Guild team that successfully came from Ivlares City, they were their only hope, without the wolf dragon's ability to locate the isolation artefact they would all have parish within a few days as their food and water could only last them just three more days,
The new guild team from Ivlares City had a reputation for their exceptional skills and resourcefulness. Their arrival brought a glimmer of hope to the desperate villagers, who believed that only the team's expertise could save them from their impending doom
as the last artefact was broken in half by Alpha and Haella, a very familiar sad voice resonated in Alpha's consciousness as the link toward the collective was restored, thousand of emotions flooded in and it was pure and mixed,
one thing is for sure a female voice dominated the conscious link, as a transfer gate suddenly appeared on top of the outer wall facing oceans of undead, as silhouette of three people emerge from the other side, as they walk toward the edge of the outer wall with mic expressions on their faces,