Kapitel 58: The legacy of our brotherhood (Evangeline).
The elf's neck and arm emanated a dark aura and quickly his power was affected.
Seeing this, Emma froze in fear.
Viktor, who was killing common orcs as if he was simply chopping weeds by waving his ax endlessly, turned his head and his gaze frozen.
All the military veterans did the same.
Although they tried to keep their reactions and not panic, even they, experienced veterans felt their bodies stiffen with nerves.
Still, they tried to calm down and continue, but what was happening every second, made them think more about how to flee than how to fight.
The elf was slowly turning his movements clumsy, to the point that the high orcs that before were easily overpowered by him, were hurting him badly.
The magic light spell that enveloped the terrain, with a regular light with high intensity, fluctuated and the orcs were no longer weak.
The spells of the elf and even worse, the elf himself, who was fighting in the front, were weakened.
The elf was the mainstay of this tired group of veterans who couldn't fight much longer...
The two orcs that he was supposed to easily kill were cornering him and wounding him more and more.
The wild warrior and the old man, who at that moment were so shocked to see the "young elf", finally reacted and tried to help...
Too bad they were extremely weak, at the point that between the two of them they could barely stop the high orcs and help the elf to retreat.
The wild warrior and the old man were also emitting a dark aura, from the "burned" side of their bodies.
The 3 of them, the wild warrior, the elf and the old man seemed to suffer greatly from tattoos that became more and more evident on their bodies.
The elf's tattoos emitted an aura that began to burn his clothes leaving the upper half of his body exposed.
The old man on his neck and torso, which were already exposed, as he was only wearing corroded pants.
The savage warrior, Evangeline seemed to have special clothing as the part of her chest was covered so that her dress was made in such a way that it was tight to her body without needing to be held up by the left side of her neck and arm, which were where the dark aura radiated its "darkness".
The clothes on the elf's upper right side fell to pieces, revealing how his skin was regenerating and breaking from the curse.
The wild woman looked at the elf beside her.
"Yovhpall... "She called his name, looking at him with love and sadness.
" Boss... "The old man looked at him with gratitude and kindness.
The elf looked at the orcs and nodded.
Just at this moment...
At this damned moment.
After being reunited…
After how many hundreds of years?
Exactly at this moment, this curse that affected them had to "suck them in" again.
The fight was arduous until the bitter, bitter end...
Despite her weaknesses...
The wild warrior showed fast and fluid movements. As fluid as savage.
The old man showed overwhelming strength, his shovel could defend and attack. He pushed the orcs with everything he could, but he was getting weaker and weaker.
Yovhpall showed technique and elegance.
But none of this was enough.
The fight turned into desperation. And no one could help it.
Eva looked at her beloved and the old and loyal friend who was part of her very old brotherhood.
"Live well. "She said in a dry but sentimental tone.
"And if possible, live to see that evil bastard god die."
After that she, who was fighting and retreating in an increasingly desperate situation, took a more crouched position, leaning her torso forward and a fierce cry of a beast echoed throughout the place.
The dark aura of his body increased more and more.
The aura of the other two's bodies was not far behind.
Yovhpall looked at the scene in complete despair.
He stretched out his hands with what little strength he had left, and like a desperate lunatic repeated endlessly.
"Eva...No!"
The old man looked on with a sad and pathetic look.
He grabbed the elf's arm and shook his head.
"She already activated it."
"There's nothing to be done..."
"She saved our lives..."
"After all, the curse was going to weaken us to the point that we wouldn't even be able to flee this place."
Eva seemed to no longer feel any pain and quickly jumped on top of a high orc and bit him in the jugular.
She was completely clutching the orc, to the point that she herself was only holding on with her feet on the orc's chest and her hands on the orc's neck.
In a position reminiscent of a wild and agile cheetah.
She who before could barely help restrain the orcs, now killed them even with her teeth and agilely jumped to another "prey", starting to hunt.
"Let us remember her as a heroine who saved our lives and like all our companions, as one of those who helped the present to come." Cried the older Ruf, as he held Yovhpall.
They both watched the fight with sadness and despair.
Geschenke
-- Geschenk
erhalten Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein