In the camp, Aeryon is already on the ground. His horse had been shot to death, looking like a porcupine with how many arrows sticking on its body.
Aeryon dismounted at the right moment and roll around on the ground. The entire camp is full of fire and the entire scene is chaotic.
The warriors encircle him and Aeryon jump toward the other side, arrows miss him like a miracle
The horse riders come towards him, and was about to shoot him dead when Aeryon jump from the ground
He waves his sword, his sword swipes toward that person neck, and the head flew away from its neck.
The horse startles and runs away as Aeryon roll toward another tent. There is someone on the tent and Aeryon did not wait for the warrior inside the tent to say anything
He simply swings his sword and another person lose their lives. There is a brazier on the tent and Aeryon simply kicks it and the tent is now on fire
Swish!
Swish!
The sound of the arrow piercing through the tent echoes in Aeryon ears.
But miraculously, the arrow misses him.
He laughed as he jumps out from the tent. Outside the tent, there is ten warriors waiting for him
'Who are you that dare to attack the Utgard tribe!'
Aeryon did not say anything, instead he kicks the buckets near him and that bucket landed squarely in the face of that person who is talking.
That person falls back down and the warrior beside him roars
'Kill!'
'Attack him!'
Ten people rushed towards him and at this moment, Aeryon felt a powerful energy rises up from him.
'So, this is the way the card makes sure I am invincible' he thought to himself.
He did not think too much because right now all of his focus is needed to survive this battle
A spear thrusted towards him and Aeryon uses the sword to deflect it to the side.
Clang!
'Got you!' Aeryon thought to himself. His hand quickly moves, and the moment the hands moves, the sword also moves
Then without breaking the rhythm, the sword slid across the handle of that spear and the wrist movement changed.
Before the sword pointed to the right, forcing the spear to go to the right but now it changes direction to forward.
In just one swift motion, Aeryon deflected a spear and the change the direction of the sword to thrust the sword onto the warrior chest
One warrior, down.
Swoosh!
Aeryon could feel danger behind him and he kicks his foot and he jumps to the side, and just as he jumps to the side, one arrow passes him by.
Some people shoot arrows at him and he dodges behind barrage of carts or behind other people. Some uses spears against him.
For those people, he cut them down easily.
In just a few minutes, he had killed around seven people. And he is not stopping.
The horse riders of the Xewa tribe are not weak. They have exceptional horsemanship and skill with the bow, which allowed them to strike quickly and efficiently, then retreat before the enemy could mount a counterattack.
It is a trick that is known to many tribes.
Especially a tribe that likes raiding like the Xewa tribe.
But in front of Aeryon, this skill seems to be nothing.
There are hundreds of warriors in this area.
They are the Xewa tribe subordinate tribe and to kill one person should not have been this hard.
Aeryon is like a beast that tore apart any defence formation they did.
It doesn't matter how any times they tried to shoot toward him suing arrows, the arrows always miss him.
Sometimes, the wind would blow strongly, causing the arrows to change its trajectory. Sometimes, Aeryon made a lucky move, unintentionally avoiding the arrows
At first, the warriors of this tribe thought nothing of this one person.
Some of them ordered the other warriors to watch the area, fearing that this person is the vanguard of a larger force.
They honestly thought that this person would easily be killed
However, something happens beyond their expectation tonight
One person has already killed dozens of people.
This young man doesn't seem to be that strong but he already has killed dozens of tough bodied warriors like they were kids
Like a beast that is on a rampage.
Fires and blood fill the entire area.
And Aeryon is still agilely jumping around, swinging his sword and creating chaos.
He throws the entire camp into chaos and even those people who were asked to guard the area was recalled to fight and kill Aeryon as fast as possible.
Aeryon is now filled with blood and he is breathing heavily. He is now breathing heavily because he is tired
But because of the experience of killing.
He never heard much and the sound of the enemy simply sounds like nonsense to him.
His senses are sensitive and he kills everything he sees.
It is not that he lost is mind, it is like his senses went into overdrive.
He even forgets that he had the protection of the card, he grips his sword too tightly and sweats are all over his body.
And he could feel blood dripping wo his forehead and his skin.
All of it is the blood of his enemies.
And his eyes are looking left and right, he dodges spears, arrows and all kinds of weapons that is thrusted towards him with ease.
But his hand did not stop killing.
For a moment, he was simply numb and his thought is only to survive and kill as much as possible.
He raises his sword high and he charged against ten men.
Before, such action would draw sneer and mockery by these warriors but now as they see Aeryon rushing towards them, all they could feel was fear.
Aeryon kills quickly and swiftly and it almost felt like the Heaven Above is protecting him.
No arrows could hit him, and all kinds of things happens to those who aim their weapons at him.
The spear would miss, the arrows would be pushed away by winds and more such things happen inexplicably, unable to be explained by common sense.
But the warriors did not have time to make sense of this.
The battle is already full of chaos.
It should be easy
It should be easy
This is the thought of everyone that is fighting with Aeryon.
Aeryon is jumping around, killing people with each swing of his sword.
And the thought of everyone as their neck was swiped by that sword, or when their head flew up separated from their beck is all the same
It should be easy
'Attack!'
'Kill him!'
By now, the war chief of this tribe has already appeared in the battlefield.
Is it accurate to use battlefield?
Because the area where Aeryon is fighting these warriors is at the middle of the camp.
Surrounding him was a circle of fire and he dodges arrows by using the carts or pickup up some of the stuff laying around and treating it like it is a shield.
Sometimes, he would use the body of the fallen and raise them up so the arrows would pierce the body but not him.
And each time he would be able to survive and escape even under such a rain of arrows and always create hole in the formation.
He kills with one strike and disappeared into the fire, running around the camp, like a slippery loach but when he attacks, he attacks like a wolf, precise and savage.
Aeryon rarely attack the horses, usually attacking the horse riders.
Sometimes he uses swords.
Other times, he would pick up the spears and throws it toward the horse riders. When he throws spears or when he uses arrows, it seems clumsy.
But when he uses his sword, he did not miss.
Looking at Aeryon, one person, destroying by now fifty men by his lonesome, the War chief of this tribe frowned.
The Warchief of this tribe is Garron.
Garron is from Utgard tribe.
He is one of the small tribes that was subjugated by the Xewa tribe and he was sent to this place to take a hold of this area and establish a subordinate tribe.
Garron is well known around this area.
Garron is the Son of Fareon who is the Son of Utgard.
Their tribe is only a few decades old.
And they live near this area.
Xewa tribe was expanding and they raise a lot of warriors and then they began subjugating the tribes around them.
Garron because of his smart decision to surrender was allowed to maintain his tribe.
Garron is a middle-aged man; a sturdy body and he has scars all over his body.
His body is tough like stones and he is tall, even among his people.
He is six feet five, a tall person and could be considered a giant among the people of the tribes of the Great Steppe.
He frowned as he looks at this battle.
It has been going for some time now but there is no indication that this person is about to fall, instead more and more of his men is being destroyed.
'What a warrior!' he thought to himself. Garron prides himself in knowing where the wind is blowing.
He did not like the Xewa tribe but he ride shish rose in the middle of the night, presenting hundreds of sheep's and his warrior to the Xewa tribe and win a chance for survival.
He knew he is too weak and he knows when to bow his head and when to stuck up his neck.
He is more like a politician than most of the tribes in the Great Steppe.
To many warriors of the great Steppe, they would rather die than bow their heads.
Of course, not everyone wanted to die and there are always tribes that would bow their head and take the knee
Garron look at the battle and the more he looks at it, the more his expression turns ugly. It might seem like Aeryon is the one being trapped.
With fires around him and a circle of warriors raining down arrow son him, he does look like a trapped beat.
But why is it that this trapped beast is not dead, but instead, his warrior is being mauled by this beast?
Stop! He shouted. And his voice was so loud that it created echoes all over the camp
'Warchief!' people shouted.
'Maintain the formation! But do not attack!'
Aeryon sword is chipped in many places, blood dripping from the sword and he himself is drenched in bright red colour like a demon that had crawled out of hell.
He was about to attack but when he heard the orders he stand straight, his sword pointed downward and he waited
The warrior opens the path and there is someone dressed in war armour riding a horse coming forward
The horse stopped a few feet away from Aeryon.
There is a middle age man that seems to be sizing up Aeryon.
And Aeryon also did the same.
Both men are sizing up each other
The wind blows and the fires around them seems to be ignored. There is countless of dead people and it felt like any moment, the battle would resume again.
But to these two men, there is nothing else that exist other than each other
This is the first meeting between Garron Son of Fareon and Aeryon Son of Rakarys.
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