[That's it!] Sylph steadfastly replied and leaped down the cliff. He charged in like a bull with no shame. Azares truly wonder, was it necessary to directly rushed forward? Either way, Sylph could control his power from afar.
Azares didn't know whether to laugh or cry seeing this guy's reckless behavior. Though, it really exhibited what a wind elemental is like. "Oh, right. Leave half of them alive!"
Although Azares shouted casually, with Sylph's power it was easy for him to catch it. His brows furrowed, [For what?]
"Let the monsters eat them."
"Don't forget to materialize too!"
Sylph wanted to ask why he should be bothered to do that, but refrained himself as the orcs near the cliff had begun to notice Azares. Without further ado, his body turned brighter and light comes to fill the invincible parts. Glossy lush green hair, a pair of yellow foxy eyes, a tall nose, and thin lips were gradually seen as if it comes out of a painting. The young man who looked beautiful oozed out a dangerous aura.
Sylph's who floated mid-air exuded an aura of a superior being that instantly covered a wide area. This alarmed the orcs nearby him. The instinct hidden in their bodies went off. They frantically braced themselves to fight.
"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!"
"Hurry inform the General!"
"Who are you?!"
"Ready the arrows!"
Thousands of arrows flew towards Sylph. The spear holder orcs also aimed at him and threw their weapons with all of their energy condensed. The sword holder couldn't do a thing, so they went and organize the army. Some of the strongest looking orcs began to pick heavy stones to use as a cannon.
Being sieged by countless orcs, Sylph cackled madly. He summoned one of the most dreadful natural disasters.
[Cyclone]
The wind spun furiously. Dust, rocks, and stones were flying in Sylph's direction at a fast speed. Even the trees' roots were being pulled by the intensity of the wind's force. They spun around Sylph as the eye of the storm and destroyed anything that stands in their way.
Hundreds of orcs that stood close to the whirlwind were either get blown away or got cut to pieces until there's nothing left.
"Ahhh! Help! Help me!"
"It hurtsss!"
"No, no, no. I can't die!"
Madness filled the battlefield.
The Orc General who was a stepped too late was hysteric. His eyes were bloodshot. His people! His family!
"STOP IT!!"
"HOW DARE YOU."
Sylph acted like he didn't acknowledge the treat behind the Orc General words, Sylph outstretched his hand and on his face was plastered a terrifying smile.
[We don't have any grudges. But.. I'm just following my contractor's will.]
The eyes of Orc General bulge as if his eyes were going to pop out. His heart tightened from the pressure. His body shuddered in fright. The Orc General didn't even have time to uttered 'No' when Sylph's mouth slowly moved.
[Windblade]
Thousands of wind form a shape-like blade and they immediately scattered to every corner of the ground. Mercilessly slashed through the orcs stationed at the border. Similar to a sword that has no eye, the wind cut its way out to end their life. The orcs couldn't even scream before they died.
Everything was a mess. The balance was heavily tilted to Sylph. The orcs were like flies who can be easily stomped to death.
After witnessing the devastating battlefield, the Orc General knew they had lost. Terribly so. Nonetheless, the burning hatred ignited from deep in his heart. Glaring with determination, he walked one step at a time. He stabbed the sword to the ground every time he moved forward. The wind kept grazing to his body and cut a part of his flesh.
Yet, he persevered. His eyes stare straight at Sylph's figure.
Sylph looked at the Orc General with interest. While Azares who had watched everything from the start was calm.
Well, outwardly he could maintain his calmness. But inwardly, his heart was so sour, it could bleed. His finger dug deep into his flesh until blood seeped out.
Azares had seen how futile the orcs' struggle was to fight Sylph. How they couldn't win even with quantity against a strong being.
Azares had never felt so real before. Right after his transmigration, he was placed inside the fence of Duke Hayndal. Albeit neglected, it was particularly safe and comfortable.
Up until just now, he had never really felt he had gone to another world. Since everything was relatively the same. He just ate, slept, and read from time to time.
But now, he thoroughly realized how big of a mistake it was. He couldn't live in this world with just a strong heart. He had to have power. Not a power from external help like Sylph, but one that belongs only to him. A power that could rival beings like Sylph.
He could only rely on himself and stand on his own feet. That way, it will be easier too to find a way home.
When the Orc General's flesh had mostly gone and the white bone could be seen. Azares averted his gaze. He wasn't willing to see the General's impending doom.
His gaze turned to the battlefield filled with corpses. Blood flowed like a river, it dyed the soil red making it seemed as if the soil was originally red.
Beautifully cruel.
Eventually, Azares hardened his heart and back away. He left the battlefield, followed by Sylph who had returned to his usual self.
Soon, the cyclone died down, leaving a huge dent in the ground.
The orcs that were alive couldn't move an inch from their position due to injury. They thought it was over and they had overcome it.
But, halfway to the edge of the forest Azares could hear several roars of monsters. With this, the fate of the survivors was sealed. Whether they would live to another day or not depends solely on their capability.
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Azares felt he had wasted too much time so he rushed to the city. After all that happened, he wasn't feeling good and his appetite was low so he rarely took a rest. The time they had to spend shorten by a lot.
By the time he arrived outside the city gate, it was almost midnight. The guards outside sharpen their eyes. The Huran City was located in a remote area that was squeezed between the mountain range and the forest.
It was rare for people to come by at night where the road was dangerous. So, the guards raised their vigilance.
One of the guards stepped forward and ask, while the other sheathed his sword to ready for battle.
"Who are you?"
Azares had been prepared for this kind of situation. He peacefully grabbed something from his pocket and threw it to the guard who asked.
When they saw it, they were shocked. To the point of opening and closing their mouth but no word could come out.
It was a jade pendant with the symbol of Hayndal dukedom. Its design was unique and there was a faint aura flow out of it when touched. Judging by these points, it must be the real deal, not a fake. Only the Hayndal descendant has the pendant.
The guards looked at Azares black hair and come to a conclusion. He must be one of the Young Masters!
Though they were confused why Azares came alone, they tactfully stayed quiet. They hurriedly gave the pendant back and salute.
"This.. Em.. Y-Young Master, I will guide you to the mansion."
Azares shook his head. "No need."
"That's a must, Young Master."
"Yes. That's right."
Azares glanced at them and quietly stuffed each of them a gold coin.
"Y-Young Master?!"
"Don't tell anyone I've arrived."
Even though the guards were curious, they didn't dare to ask. So they nodded rapidly.
No matter. The one they let in was the Hayndal's family Young Master. There shouldn't be a problem getting bribed, the guards thought.