Land of Mirriam

They were a party of the 4. Paramour; the hero of the era, Black Hood, Percival of the Wolf Tribe, and Simon. They will have to trust each other’s back to succeed.

The hero tapped Simon's back… “It's been a short while… we will survive,” the Hero said firmly. Simon looked at the hero... the party. Their face was calm but their eyes showed determination. The black hood and Percival noticed Simon's face... it was serene.

The situation didn't reflect on Simon's face. He must had balls of steel.

They were quick, they had no idea how far the princess’s fire spell reached but it would probably buy them a few minutes before another wave arrived.

They followed the wake of the fireball. The heat of the magic still lingered in the air.

They quickly noticed the enemies... Spikes... 1...2... 11 of them. Simon started moving. The hero was following behind. He had to conserve his strength... of all the uncertainty that might happen... he was the only one who could kill the Mutated Spike.

Simon made quick work of the Spikes... the 4 Bladed sword was just too effective.

Gallo said that if the Spikes were really intelligent then they knew that they would be back to finish the mission and would be waiting there… and Gallo was right… it was scary how accurate Gallo's predictions were.

After a few meters of walking they stopped, they rode on the snowboard cast with magic edges, these snowboards were upgraded by Gallo and could travel much faster. While Simon and Paramour were at the back they were holding a chained weapon made out of the walker’s blade, the black hood, and Percival was in the front holding a shield forward.

The chained walker blades were Simon's idea.

In this way, they immediately traversed the ascending tunnel. The combination of Simon’s Magic Edge that activated the effect of the walker’s blades and the hero’s Magic Edge Level 2 created a chained blade that literally butchered whatever it touched.

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Hours into their travel… it would be in sight… as soon as they passed the gate the princess opened Percival and Simon moved into the front, they threw the chained blade forward killing more spikes, the other mutated walker should be on the end of the tunnel.

There was a problem though.

If the flooding broke the seal Carla made it should be there… it was dark, and the light coming from the black hood and the shared senses was the only thing they had for now. The Black Hood sends the orb of light forward revealing the massive count of spikes inside the cavern. The 2 front liners Simon and Percival cleared a path, Simon cleaved, and Percival fortified the space.

“I'll buy you all the time you need... push forward!” Percival exclaimed, he then used earth magic to elevate the party, he created a way forward, and the swarm of spikes coming from the broken seal poured in. Simon quickly disappeared, and as expected there were walkers inside the cavern. The hero ran forward, behind him was the black hood. Simon made sure the path was clear.

Their formation instantly shifts and Percival was the rear guard, he would kill the lesser spikes. “I will blind them!!!” Paramour said as he moved forward, the tip of his spear flashed with fire.

The swarming spikes were blinded by the light since they were accustomed to seeing in the dark, the black hood reinforced this light more, and even Simon who was battling with the walkers had to squint his eyes.

The battle march continued forward.

A few meters… it was there as if it was waiting for them… as the bodies of Spike flew… Paramour smiled he had never been that excited fighting against monsters in the dungeon but this fight… he would totally savor it, it was revenge.

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The attack on the wall became intensified. The spikes had suddenly evolved… but they were attacking with everything they had… one of the spikes fell down, and the warriors left it as it looked dead... the spikes would usually stop moving after a slash on its belly but this one… it stood up.

Vish was on the top of the walls fighting too.

“Defend the cannons!!! If we lose them they will be flooding us!!” it was Gallo screaming on the top of the tower on the east side of the wall. He was accurately pinpointing the archer’s targets.

But then it appeared. On the right side, were the dying screams of the humans that were standing on the wall.

“WALKER!!!!” a walker climbs up into the tower. It quickly felled some adventurers and a knight, Vish screamed in anger as she covered for the walker.

Gallo saw this but he couldn’t do anything but assist using the archers. The plans were failing.

<--->

A few days backward. Somewhere in the central continent.

Tenma was a western mage of origin, few of the mages that could use teleport, in her capacity she could do a 5 person teleport including herself.

She was sent days ago to bring the message to the empire… but she knew nothing would happen even if the princess requested it. Any decisions or pieces of information would always go through the ministers first, this would take about a week. The ministers were hard to summon, even the emperor would have to wait for some time after summoning them.

But Tenma as a noble and a knight had many connections. It took her 14 teleports to arrive, she could only cast 7 teleports per day and side effects would consume her. Teleport magic was a complex magic that consumed magic depending on the distance and calculation of travel, including the face check if you were going to teleport on a wall.

On the eastern part of the central continent lay a large forest that extended to the southern ends of the world. A clan of hunters lived there, they were one of the newly promoted commoners into nobles.

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Neward Clan.

They are famous around the world, their clan has a lot of renowned hunters. Throughout history, they were one of the outsiders who came from the seas on the unknown west. Now with the new patriarch, they were one of the rising nobles in the central.

Tenma knew of the patriarch of the Neward. They spent some time as party members before… she blushed as she remembered a bit of their past but had to thicken her skin for the princess.

The Neward Clan's house was literally fused with a large tree, there were few more structures up but she knew where the main door was, she had been there once upon a time. The first floor was still above 4 meters high, the hunters would usually hang ropes there but it was winter, and their activities ceased to exist during this season.

“Regrin!!!” she screamed. After a while the door of the house opened and a woman came out, she dropped a rope that was just on their veranda, and the woman slid down.

“Who are you knight?” the woman appeared with a mean demeanor to her. “Good day to you mam, My name is Tenma Hikari, I would like to talk to your patriarch, Regrin Neward?” Tenma still showed her respect worthy of her being a knight. The woman smiled and she looked up… it seemed the person in question was there peaking on the windows… there was also a boy there looking down.

“Well, well!!! Tenma!! Long time no see!! Lars, stay here for a while!” Regrin said and he went out of their house’s veranda and slid into the rope down the ground. Regrin had brownish hair, a trait of the man of their clan. He was of a normal height and a build leaning to a thinner one. He was handsome and made Tenma remember some things that she shouldn’t have.

“I need help… the northern wall is under attack!!” Tenma immediately spoke.

“Slow down… If you are low on magic, come inside and have something to drink, it's cold outside… Uhm this is my wife Maricela…” Regrin said pointing using his hands.

The 2 women just looked at each other… Regrin felt that there was something awkward between them. “Uhm… let’s get inside?” It was a question from Regrin.

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After summarizing what was happening in the northern wall Regrin and Maricela immediately agreed to help.

“Lars stay here… if you want to feed your birds then hunt, stop taking from the storage you rascal!” Regrin was getting ready while he was warning his boy.

“Yes, father!” The boy nodded “Good boy… we will be back after a few days” Regrin smiled and patted his boy’s shoulder.

Tenma can tell that Lars was the mirror image of Regrin when he was young. She just wished he wouldn’t grow up a womanizer like his father.

“We are ready miss?” Maricela put an intonation on the “miss” word turning it into a question, Tenma hadn’t introduced herself properly. “My name is Tenma Hikari, I’m from the western continent… your husband and I were acquaintances before” Tenma answered in confidence.

“Is that so…” Maricela looked at her up and down and looked at Regrin… Regrin was sweating buckets. “Please… we are actually in a hurry” Tenma broke the awkwardness with her words. “We are ready let’s go!!” Regrin raised his fist as a gesture.

The 3 went out of the house into the veranda. “Hold onto my shoulders please,” Tenma said, she then drank a magic potion. “Doesn’t that taste bad?” Maricela asked as she watched Tenma drink the potion in her bitter face.

Tenma had no choice but to swallow the potion, she would probably need to consume more to send the 3 of them back into the eastern frontier.

“Teleport!!!”

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Gallo couldn’t help but bite his lips as he saw the warriors on the top of the wall struggling in the fight… another walker was coming, he could hear the screams of it but Vish and some of the knights were still busy dealing with another one.

“Die!!! Just die!!!” Vish was raging on as he kept on hacking into the walker. The walker was already filled with wounds but it was still fighting.

“Sir Gallo!!! Behind!!” while Gallo was lost in thought, Afara who was together with him the whole time warned.

Something was glowing in the middle of the tower where Gallo’s shelter was. It was the first time he saw this, the archers who were together with him saw it too and they pointed their arrows at it.

“FLASH!!!”

“No!!! We are not enemies!!” it was the same knight that the princess sent days ago to get reinforcement… but she only brought 2 people, a male and a female.

“I’ve got back up!!” she screamed as she raised her hands, the knight then knelt dropping her hands onto the ground… she was feeling nauseous, she actually did 9 teleports from morning to evening, although the magic potion refilled her magic the exhaustion of her brain still hits her.

“Are you okay Tenma? Oh, my boars!!! The hell is that ugly shits!!!!!!??” a man that was carrying a bow saw the situation below. “Regrin do your job! They need support!!!” the woman said like a slave driver.

“You are… The Owl!!! The Owl of the Neward!!” Gallo immediately noticed the emblem on the man’s shoulders. “Oh, you know me? Well, this will be much easier… my wife Maricela in a few moments would start singing… it will buff the people that can hear it, is there a place where she could sing safely?” Regrin was humble and courteous in the way he spoke.

“Uhm… use this… and sir Owl… can you kill those standing bastards?!!” Gallo instantly regained his anchors, he gave the tool that increased his voice to the woman, and one of the engineers that was there instantly explained to her how to use it.

Regrin was quite surprised, it was true, the commander of the battle was just a child… not far from the age of his son who just enjoyed hunting in their forest. “I will try but I’ve only got limited arrows… what is your name?” Regrin asked.

“Gallo Marcia of the Marcian lands,” Gallo did a quick noble’s gesture of sincerity by putting his hands on his chest and a bow… Regrin did the same. “Regrin Neward… let’s get to work!” Regrin smiled… the red hair was quite familiar and he already had an idea, he just had to make sure.

Regrin immediately went to the side of the tower and he fired an arrow directly hitting the walker that just came… he specifically aimed for the head and it burst. “Hmm… that was my best arrow… I’ve got a 150 on my 3 quills” Regrin said. Then he fired another arrow at the one Vish was fighting against and it died.

“Please sir Owl just aim for the walkers that would climb up the wall!!” Gallo said in excitement… finally… hope was here.

He just wished that the Hero’s Party would be successful.

“Hmm, how about putting it on a stand so I don’t have to hold it” The tension was drained by Maricela’s request. (It would turn out to be the first microphone magically engineered though)