Chapter 27: 26: Expedition Pt 2
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The forest was ancient. The trees thick and old, roots that were twisted. It might once have been filled with bird-song and animals that roamed. But now it was ages past its former glory. It's canopy was so dense that you could only see the occasional streak of sunlight that rarely touched the forest floor. Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They have the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that reminds one of seaside waves; even the color of the moss is kelp-like. but this beautiful picture of serenity was soon distorted by a war cry that rang through the Forest.
"Geuahahahah–!!!!"
Vooom!!
Swooosh!!
Suuii!!!
Several figures dash across trees with hurried steps.
"GeUararaaaaa!!!!" Another war cry came like a call, followed by several others that answered this call.
An Orc dubbed in a Black furred battle cloak suddenly came to a halt as he scanned the area with glowing red eyes, searching for his preys. And this was Alex!.
All this actions was completely instinctual. When in the middle of the battle, the rabidly-boiling fighting spirit made him feel like he was an invincible warrior from some legends of the distant past, and it became harder to endure the rapidly-increasing madness without roaring out aloud.
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(30 minutes earlier)
Alex and his warriors stepped out this morning at the break of dawn, his initial was to hunt for magic beasts with the others and level up, which was going to be slow but he didn't have another option for the now. But who knew that they'd be attacked with traps by a creature that he didn't expect to see, at least for now.
He had never felt so much rage as he did at that moment when the goblin took it's final breath within that trap. For some reason, He was angry!, He felt insulted, like his dignity had been trampled upon. but even then, He was calm, except it only lasted for a short while. the moment he saw the culprits, those reptilian humanoids with intelligent eyes but a comical face that was more reminiscent of a Newt than human-like.
This particular Lizardman focused its stares only on Alex, or perhaps it just felt that way. Seeing its slightly crooked leer, he could tell it was now regarding them as their playthings.
A Lizard man, a literal blend between man and lizard, it was all but a first circle order magic beast that evolved from a lizard. they had weak physical strength, but had sneaky characteristics that favored setting up traps and such.due to their weak physical strength, they tended to move in form of groups forming tribes and such. Where they began to show promise is when they enter the second order of evolution, but this thing before him was definitely not that.
'so what gave it, such confidence' Alex thought but didn't really care.
it was like a vexing of the soul for what He felt was beyond what he had ever felt as a human, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing his veins and creeping up his spine, all He could feel was d.e.s.i.r.e; d.e.s.i.r.e to hate, d.e.s.i.r.e to destroy. He was intoxicated with emotion and had no intention of cubing it, the acidity of it was residing at the pit of his stomach waiting to be spat out of his mouth in the form of a roar!.
And So he let it out...
GROOOORAAAAAAAAR!!!
Utter Fury!, was what you could feel, just by hearing it, He leaped before the closest adversary with his b.a.r.e fist as he smashed it jaws. He then followed up with three head butts before biting of it's throat with a sickening crunch, at that time, all he felt was a warm feeling coming down my throat as he charged at his next victim.
A system notification sounded out but he was too mad to care.
He ran, b.a.r.e feet gliding through the cold grass. A swift wind blew across his face as the eerie glow of his blood red pupils as he glanced at the retreating Creature. he glanced up, his feet never missing a step as he pulled out his Battle axe and Adrenaline pushed its way into his veins filling him with the thrill of a hunt.
He made a wide swing with a standard
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The forest was ancient. The trees thick and old, roots that were twisted. It might once have been filled with bird-song and animals that roamed. But now it was ages past its former glory. It's canopy was so dense that you could only see the occasional streak of sunlight that rarely touched the forest floor. Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They have the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that reminds one of seaside waves; even the color of the moss is kelp-like. but this beautiful picture of serenity was soon distorted by a war cry that rang through the Forest.
"Geuahahahah–!!!!"
Vooom!!
Swooosh!!
Suuii!!!
Several figures dash across trees with hurried steps.
"GeUararaaaaa!!!!" Another war cry came like a call, followed by several others that answered this call.
An Orc dubbed in a Black furred battle cloak suddenly came to a halt as he scanned the area with glowing red eyes, searching for his preys. And this was Alex!.
All this actions was completely instinctual. When in the middle of the battle, the rabidly-boiling fighting spirit made him feel like he was an invincible warrior from some legends of the distant past, and it became harder to endure the rapidly-increasing madness without roaring out aloud.
____________________________________________________________
(30 minutes earlier)
Alex and his warriors stepped out this morning at the break of dawn, his initial was to hunt for magic beasts with the others and level up, which was going to be slow but he didn't have another option for the now. But who knew that they'd be attacked with traps by a creature that he didn't expect to see, at least for now.
He had never felt so much rage as he did at that moment when the goblin took it's final breath within that trap. For some reason, He was angry!, He felt insulted, like his dignity had been trampled upon. but even then, He was calm, except it only lasted for a short while. the moment he saw the culprits, those reptilian humanoids with intelligent eyes but a comical face that was more reminiscent of a Newt than human-like.
This particular Lizardman focused its stares only on Alex, or perhaps it just felt that way. Seeing its slightly crooked leer, he could tell it was now regarding them as their playthings.
A Lizard man, a literal blend between man and lizard, it was all but a first circle order magic beast that evolved from a lizard. they had weak physical strength, but had sneaky characteristics that favored setting up traps and such.due to their weak physical strength, they tended to move in form of groups forming tribes and such. Where they began to show promise is when they enter the second order of evolution, but this thing before him was definitely not that.
'so what gave it, such confidence' Alex thought but didn't really care.
it was like a vexing of the soul for what He felt was beyond what he had ever felt as a human, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing his veins and creeping up his spine, all He could feel was d.e.s.i.r.e; d.e.s.i.r.e to hate, d.e.s.i.r.e to destroy. He was intoxicated with emotion and had no intention of cubing it, the acidity of it was residing at the pit of his stomach waiting to be spat out of his mouth in the form of a roar!.
And So he let it out...
GROOOORAAAAAAAAR!!!
Utter Fury!, was what you could feel, just by hearing it, He leaped before the closest adversary with his b.a.r.e fist as he smashed it jaws. He then followed up with three head butts before biting of it's throat with a sickening crunch, at that time, all he felt was a warm feeling coming down my throat as he charged at his next victim.
A system notification sounded out but he was too mad to care.
He ran, b.a.r.e feet gliding through the cold grass. A swift wind blew across his face as the eerie glow of his blood red pupils as he glanced at the retreating Creature. he glanced up, his feet never missing a step as he pulled out his Battle axe and Adrenaline pushed its way into his veins filling him with the thrill of a hunt.
He made a wide swing with a standard
The forest was ancient. The trees thick and old, roots that were twisted. It might once have been filled with bird-song and animals that roamed. But now it was ages past its former glory. It's canopy was so dense that you could only see the occasional streak of sunlight that rarely touched the forest floor. Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They have the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that reminds one of seaside waves; even the color of the moss is kelp-like. but this beautiful picture of serenity was soon distorted by a war cry that rang through the Forest. "Geuahahahah!!!!" Vooom!! Swooosh!! Suuii!!! Several figures dash across trees with hurried steps. "GeUararaaaaa!!!!" Another war cry came like a call, followed by several others that answered this call. An Orc dubbed in a Black furred battle cloak suddenly came to a halt as he scanned the area with glowing red eyes, searching for his preys. And this was Alex!. All this actions was completely instinctual. When in the middle of the battle, the rabidly-boiling fighting spirit made him feel like he was an invincible warrior from some legends of the distant past, and it became harder to endure the rapidly-increasing madness without roaring out aloud. ____________________________________________________________ 30 minutes earlier Alex and his warriors stepped out this morning at the break of dawn, his initial was to hunt for magic beasts with the others and level up, which was going to be slow but he didn't have another option for the now. But who knew that they'd be attacked with traps by a creature that he didn't expect to see, at least for now. He had never felt so much rage as he did at that moment when the goblin took it's final breath within that trap. For some reason, He was angry!, He felt insulted, like his dignity had been trampled upon. but even then, He was calm, except it only lasted for a short while. the moment he saw the culprits, those reptilian humanoids with intelligent eyes but a comical face that was more reminiscent of a Newt than human-like. This particular Lizardman focused its stares only on Alex, or perhaps it just felt that way. Seeing its slightly crooked leer, he could tell it was now regarding them as their playthings. A Lizard man, a literal blend between man and lizard, it was all but a first circle order magic beast that evolved from a lizard. they had weak physical strength, but had sneaky characteristics that favored setting up traps and such.due to their weak physical strength, they tended to move in form of groups forming tribes and such. Where they began to show promise is when they enter the second order of evolution, but this thing before him was definitely not that. 'so what gave it, such confidence' Alex thought but didn't really care. it was like a vexing of the soul for what He felt was beyond what he had ever felt as a human, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing his veins and creeping up his spine, all He could feel was d.e.s.i.r.e; d.e.s.i.r.e to hate, d.e.s.i.r.e to destroy. He was intoxicated with emotion and had no intention of cubing it, the acidity of it was residing at the pit of his stomach waiting to be spat out of his mouth in the form of a roar!. And So he let it out... GROOOORAAAAAAAAR!!! Utter Fury!, was what you could feel, just by hearing it, He leaped before the closest adversary with his b.a.r.e fist as he smashed it jaws. He then followed up with three head butts before biting of it's throat with a sickening crunch, at that time, all he felt was a warm feeling coming down my throat as he charged at his next victim. A system notification sounded out but he was too mad to care. He ran, b.a.r.e feet gliding through the cold grass. A swift wind blew across his face as the eerie glow of his blood red pupils as he glanced at the retreating Creature. he glanced up, his feet never missing a step as he pulled out his Battle axe and Adrenaline pushed its way into his veins filling him with the thrill of a hunt. He made a wide swing with a standard
