Chapter 192 — Garrick and the Three Disasters
The view shift back to seraphine side.
She’s surrounded at the middle of the beast army’s camp.
Her mission is to lead elite adventurer group and snatch their supply or destroyed it.
She and lyra combo wind magic to suppress their sounds and scent.
And illusion magic to hide their vision.
Everything is going well.
The reach the middle of their camp unnoticed.
Until one of the beast notice them.
A reptile beast man.
She saw them with thermal vision that different than another beast.
They hide smell sound and vision.
But their enemy saw heat.
The battle broke out instantly.
Chaos.
More and more beast pours in.
They might be elite units but their number are far less than the beast troops.
Slowly.
They were cornered.
Most adventurer injured.
Some get killed.
And now.
The reptile commander stepped forward.
Mana surged around her.
Cold mist spread across the ground.
Ice magic.
“…You.”
Standing in the middle of the battlefield—
A man with an iron shield and very average armor.
Garrick.
An Iron Rank adventurer.
A completely ordinary one.
Or at least—
He was supposed to be.
Until he wants to act cool and deflect her magic earlier.
The serpent commander raised her hand.
Frost gathered instantly.
[Frost Lance].
A spear of ice shot across the battlefield.
Garrick saw it coming.
His brain stopped working.
His body reacted first.
“OH SH—”
CLANG!!
By pure instinct—
He raised his shield.
The ice lance deflected sideways and shattered into pieces.
Silence fell for half a second.
The serpent commander blinked.
“…Hm.”
Garrick blinked too.
“…Huh.”
Then—
The commander’s eyes narrowed.
Mana exploded around her.
Fine.
If one spear didn’t work—
Then she’d bury him.
The sky filled with ice.
[Ice Lance].
[Ice Shards].
[Freezing Mist].
A storm of magic descended upon Garrick.
“WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT—!!”
BOOM!
Ice exploded around him.
CRASH!
Shards shattered against his shield.
Frozen mist covered the ground.
Garrick slipped.
Rolled.
Crawled.
Got blasted.
Somehow stood up again.
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The ice storm continued.
The other adventurers stared in disbelief.
Seraphine blinked.
“…How is he still alive?”
Lyra looked equally confused.
“I don’t know…”
Back on the battlefield—
Garrick was running in pure panic.
“WHY ARE YOU ONLY AIMING AT ME?!”
Ice exploded behind him.
Another spear grazed his helmet.
A shard froze his boot.
He tripped.
Rolled.
Stood again.
Still alive.
The serpent commander’s eye twitched.
This was ridiculous.
She raised her voice.
“Human!”
Garrick froze.
She pointed at him with her claw.
“Stand and fight me.”
Her voice carried absolute authority.
“A warrior should face death with honor.”
Garrick stared at her.
Then at the dozens of ice spears floating behind her.
Then back at her again.
He took a deep breath.
And shouted—
“NO!”
Silence.
“I refuse!”
The serpent commander blinked.
“What?”
Garrick pointed dramatically at the battlefield.
“You have an entire army!”
“You’re shooting magic like a natural disaster!”
“And you want a fair duel?!”
He shook his head furiously.
“Absolutely not!”
The serpent commander’s eye twitched again.
“…Coward.”
“Correct!”
Garrick nodded immediately.
“I am extremely cowardly!”
The serpent commander stared at him in stunned silence.
Then—
Veins appeared on her forehead.
“…Kill him.”
All the beast soldiers turned toward Garrick.
Garrick paled instantly.
“…I regret everything.”
And ran.
Very fast.
ROARRRR!!!
“…!!!”
Seraphine and the surviving adventurers froze.
The roar came from the forest beyond the camp.
Deep.
Thunderous.
Primal.
Even Garrick stiffened.
Around them, the beast soldiers paused as well.
For a moment—
The battlefield went silent.
Seraphine’s face went pale.
“…Reinforcements.”
Someone behind her muttered weakly.
“…We’re doomed.”
“Fuck… this was a suicide mission from the start.”
“….”
Morale collapsed instantly.
Across the battlefield, the beast soldiers began to grin.
Snarling.
Laughing.
Even the serpent commander had lost interest in Garrick entirely.
Now the humans were flanks.
Good.
Garrick looked around.
The adventurers were exhausted.
Wounded.
Surrounded.
He swallowed.
He might be a coward.
But even cowards understood value.
And right now—
He was the least valuable person here.
He slowly drew his sword.
“If something comes out of that forest…”
He forced a grin.
“…I’ll jump at it.”
“You guys use that moment to run.”
“Garrick!” Seraphine shouted.
But he had already started walking toward the forest.
Back straight.
Sword ready.
Heh…
Maybe dying heroically wasn’t so bad.
At least people would remember—
And then—
A memory flashed in his mind.
Mireya.
His wife.
Their last night before he marched to war.
On the bed in their new house.
Her eyes deadly serious.
“If you don’t come back…”
“I’ll tell our child their father was an irresponsible bastard who ran off to die after he left them inside of me.”
Garrick’s eyes widened.
“…Oh.”
“…Right.”
His heroic resolve shattered instantly.
“FUCK NO!”
He dove sideways.
BOOOOOMMMM!!!
The forest exploded.
Trees snapped like twigs.
Earth burst upward.
Three massive shapes crashed through the shattered treeline.
Towering.
Muscular.
Green skin.
Huge tusks.
Orcs.
Orcish green.
One voice roared.
“WE COME!”
Another thundered.
“WE CRUSH!”
A third bellowed.
“AND WE—”
“BREAKKKKK!!!”
Gruthak – Steel Tusk.
Gertakt – Iron Crush.
Gretukt – Stone Hold.
The three Orcish Berserkers.
They had left the fort earlier, just as Ivaline suggested.
And headed north instead of south.
Why?
Because the south had too many soldiers and adventurers.
Too many hunters.
Which meant fewer prey.
But here—
First come.
First serve.
Gretukt saw the camp.
His eyes lit up.
“ENEMY! EVERYWHERE!”
Gertakt grinned.
“GOOD!”
Gruthak laughed loudly.
“WE CHOOSE CORRECT!”
“DESTROY THEM!”
And the three berserkers charged.
Completely ignoring Garrick.
As if he didn’t even exist.
The First Impact
Gretukt arrived first.
Of course he did.
He always did.
The youngest of the three brothers slammed directly into the beast soldiers.
His arms were wrapped in thick steel gauntlets.
A grappler’s weapons.
Two unfortunate beast warriors rushed him.
Gretukt welcomed them.
“HA!”
His arms swung outward.
DOUBLE LARIAT.
CRACK!
Both beast soldiers were struck across the neck and chest simultaneously.
Their bodies spun in midair before crashing to the ground.
But Gretukt didn’t stop.
He grabbed them by the legs.
And began swinging them.
Left.
Right.
CRASH!
CRASH!
CRASH!
Their bodies smashed into other beast soldiers like living clubs.
Bones broke.
Armor bent.
When the bodies finally went limp—
Gretukt hurled them straight into a group of enemies.
BOOM!
Five beast soldiers were knocked flat instantly.
Gretukt pounded his chest.
“MORE!”
The Hammer of Iron Crush
Then came Gertakt.
Slow.
Heavy.
Unstoppable.
The gigantic hammer resting on his shoulder looked more like a siege weapon.
A group of beast soldiers rushed him.
Brave.
Stupid.
Gertakt swung once.
WHOOOOM—
The hammer struck.
CRASH!!!
The ground shattered.
Three beast soldiers were flattened instantly.
Another was launched into the air like a thrown doll.
Gertakt followed through with the swing—
And the airborne soldier flew straight into another squad.
Like a bowling ball.
Bodies scattered everywhere.
Gertakt laughed happily.
“GOOD HIT!”
Another enemy tried to stab him.
The spear barely scratched his thick skin.
Gertakt simply backhanded him with the hammer.
The poor beast soldier flew ten meters and knocked over three more.
“HAHA!”
The Dancing Axes
Then—
Gruthak arrived.
The leader of the three.
Unlike his brothers—
He moved with terrifying agility.
Twin tomahawk axes spun in his hands.
Three beast soldiers attacked him at once.
Gruthak threw one axe.
WHIRRR—
The tomahawk spun through the air.
CRACK!
It buried itself in a soldier’s skull.
But it didn’t stop.
The spinning weapon curved.
Like a boomerang.
Returning.
Gruthak caught it without even looking.
Then leapt.
His body twisted midair.
Both axes flashed.
SLASH!
Two heads flew.
He landed lightly.
Already moving again.
Another throw.
Another spinning arc.
Another skull shattered.
Gruthak flipped forward.
Caught the returning axe.
And buried both blades into a charging beastman.
His fighting style looked almost playful.
But every movement was precise.
Deadly.
And efficient.
Not many knew—
Years ago he had once dueled Ivaline.
And even then—
He had never fought seriously.
The Battlefield Breaks
Within seconds—
The beast army formation collapsed.
Where three berserkers ran—
Bodies flew.
Bones broke.
Armor shattered.
The battlefield became chaos.
Seraphine stared in disbelief.
“…What… are those?”
Lyra whispered.
“I’m… not sure.”
Meanwhile—
Garrick slowly stood up from where he had dived earlier.
He looked at the destruction.
Looked at the berserkers.
Looked at the terrified beast army.
Then quietly sheathed his sword.
“…Nice.”
Nobody noticed him at all.
And honestly—
He preferred it that way.
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Seraphine suddenly felt a surge at her wrist.
Her lover bracelet.
Mana was being siphoned away.
Ivaline was fighting somewhere.
That snapped her back to reality.
“Now’s our chance!”
“Take their supplies!”
The adventurers rushed to the wagons.
But the serpent commander leapt forward.
“Oh no you don’t!”
Ice mana gathered—
Then a shadow fell over her.
Gruthak.
“Ice—”
GRAB.
His massive hand covered her entire head.
Sealing her mouth.
“I CAUGHT THE COMMANDER!”
Her magic died instantly.
She tried to coil around him.
Crushing.
Binding.
But Gruthak only smiled.
One hand on her head.
Leaving her eyes.
The other grabbing her waist.
“ORAAAAAAAA!!!”
Her body stretched.
Bones creaked.
Her eyes widened in terror.
It begged for mercy.
Then—
RIP.
Blood splattered.
The serpent commander’s body was torn apart.
Two halves dropped to the ground.
Thud.
Gruthak turned toward the remaining beast soldiers.
“You’re next.”
The three berserkers rampaged for several more minutes.
By the time the adventurers finished loading supplies—
The rest of the camp was burning.
They retreated victorious.
Thanks to three unexpected green warriors.
