Chapitre 56: Road Encounter
"And don't come back you dirty barbarian!" Said the guard as he kicked Storm Chaser out of the mansion front gate.
Dusting himself, Storm Chaser grumbles at the guard's treatment. Glancing one last time at the mansion, he gets on his Storm wolf and rides away.
Ever since the great shaman gave him his mission, he has been attentively carried it out. Although the orcs are actively preparing for the coming disaster, none the humans he had visited even willing to listen or be in the same room as him. Foolish and prideful creatures, that is his assessment of the human race.
His wolf runs like the wind the moment he gave the command and headed to the next power holder within the human kingdom.
Even though he had been mistreated and prejudiced against, he does not lose hope for humanity and persist with the Elder's order.
As he got near his next destination, he spotted a crowd of goblins surrounding a group of man cubs. He wondered why are there man cubs without adults so far from their civilization, but he quickly focuses on what's at hand and charges in to assist the man cubs.
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Their journey was a few days late now with the side trip to the cave of souls, so Luna suggested for them to cut through the goblin forest, they have been going through unhindered these few days but the eerie silence of the forest are making them uneasy.
The lush green around them does not help ease their hearts for it could hide the goblins with their green skin.
Their vigilance pays off however, as a group of little green creature jumps out of the thickets and attack them.
The group keeps repelling wave after wave as they travel the forest. By the second week, they manage to exit through the other side of the forest but they are followed by a horde of goblins.
The time they spend repelling these creatures had long exhaust them and they could not hold out as long as they did before in the open ground.
As they were to lose hope, a loud howl could be heard followed by cries of pain echo from the throat of anything ram and rip by neon blue wolf the size of a rhino.
From atop of it, a man jumps down and brandished what looks like a tribal spear and assist its wolf to dispatch the mob.
When he finishes the last of them, the man did not so much as glance at them before riding his wolf and rode in the direction of their destination.
The group, in awe, stare at the departing back of the warrior before being on their way as well.
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Crowley_Black
Crowley_Black I'm sorry short chappy and late, forget putting timer on this yesterday and just woke up. college is killing me ;-;
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