The Unknown God

Moventus slowly stood up, his mouth curved into a smile.

"What did we... get?"

"Here, see for yourself!", Simply passed him the daggers and the class change book.

"Fantastic, how do you want to spilt...it? Sell it and spilt the... profits?"

"For what it's worth, in my personal opinion, together these items are godly in the early stages of the game. Just take the daggers, for example, if you use backstab, you can deal around 450 damage. And if god forbid, the special effect kicks in you finish off your enemy in one shot if his health dropped to a 1000Hp! Who can defend against that amount of instant damage? Listen, those rich guilds will practically shower us with gold to get these items."

"Awesome... I let you take care of it."

"Here accept my friend request."

"Mm-hmm."

[Moventus has accepted your friend request.]

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"Show them no mercy! For you shall receive none!"

The goblins had formed a defensive line between the wide opened sabotaged gate. A shield wall had somewhat been established. The round shields made the wall full of opening. On the palisade, goblins let loose their first volley of stoned-tipped arrows at the charging humans.

Projectiles sailed through the air, impaling the advancing soldiers' shields. The unlucky ones fell by the handfull. Unwavering, the soldiers pushed through, walking over their fallen friends' corpses. After another three volleys, which claimed more men, the two sides met.

Both sides bashed into each other. Shields against shields. Axemen standing behind the shieldbearers, emerged, brutally swinging thier battle axes at the goblin shields. The battered shields gave way under the hacking axes.

"Knacl!" suddenly a goblin captain grunted at his men.

The remaining goblins holding the shield wall knelt at his command. The surprised imperials discovered a row of archers facing them two meters away, arrows knocked, bows drawn.

"Agh zajar!"

The battlefield turned oddly silent before exploding in an orc.h.e.s.tra of blood-curling screams as rows after rows of soldiers crumbled. Once all the arrows had been released, the kneeling goblins sprang back into action. Attacking the disorientated enemy.

Ser Alvyn sprang into action. He vaulted over the goblin shield man. Softly landing on the blood-dyed ground, his blade shone brilliantly for a brief second. He cleaved three goblins who were blocking his path. His sword sliced through their swords and continued outwards, decapitating them. A thin line extended from his sword path, cutting through everything within fifteen meters. A fifteen-meter wide arc formed devoid of life in front of him. His badass action earned him a loud cheer from his men.

Fresh energy filled the wary soldiers, rekindling their fighting spirit.

"So you are the one they call 'Sar Alvic'."

A voice, rich and guttural, rolled over the battlefield like the crack and boom of rolling thunder. A crimson dressed figure appeared above the goblins. His robes fluttered in the wind. Fear paralysed the soldiers.

"Aye, I am. And who are you?" from the corner of his eyes he spotted his fear-stricken men, quickly he added, "Is it just me or is he trying to look cool, with his fancy flying trick!? The way I see it, he's just a flying monkey awaiting slaughter. So should we slaughter him? What do y'all say?"

"AYE!"

Ser Alvyn effectively shifted the heavy dread-filled mood to adrenalin rushed battle mood. In CSGO, he would have been a very good in-game leader, avoiding his players from tilting at the difference in skills. Even though it did not change the precarious situation, it did not make it any worse.

"I was going to-"

Ser Alvyn leapt up, grabbed the Airborn mage and hurled him into the spectating goblins. At a breakneck speed, he followed the stunned hobgoblin. Without missing a beat, he proceeded to beat his opponent into a pulp. His pommel repeatedly rose and fell, making a gory mess out of the enemy leader.

Mulzorz activated his trump card. He teleported a few feets away. Anger swelled up in him. His disfigured bloody face twisted in rage. His staff flew into his outstretched hands. A massive magical array appeared in front of him. Magical runes within the array glowed red. The surrounding mana was violently s.u.c.k.e.d into it. Before Ser Alvyn could react, a bright streak flashed from the Mage's staff to towards the gazing soldiers then blossomed with a low roar into an explosion of flame.

Ser Alvyn's blood ran cold. The fireball had incinerated his men, instantly igniting a raging inferno. The overpowering smell of charred meat swept the battlefield. A large circle filled with burning corpses had replaced the cheering soldiers. Dread filled the remaining humans. Mulzorz walked towards the scared troops. A loud crunch accompaniment his every step as he stepped over the charred black bodies.

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Level 21 (98%)

Name Simply Umbra

Class Imperial Knight

Race Human

Health 431 (410) (+5%) { (vitality-10)/10 x 2.5 = X% }

Mana 218 (210) (+3.75%) { (Intelligence-10)/10 x 2.5 = X% }

Stamina 431 (410) (+5%)

Intelligence 25

Wisdom 20

Dexterity 40

Agility 20

Vitality 30

Strength 50

Unassigned Stats 0

Perception 0

Magic Resist 0

Defence 0