General Mor'kith's Debut(1)

In the dimly lit camp, the atmosphere was heavy with tension and fear. The two remaining bandit leaders, Donnel and Gregor, were tied in chains, their faces etched with worry and uncertainty.

The elven commander, a stern and imposing figure named Captain Aldora, stood before them with a look of disdain. She was accompanied by a group of elite elven archers, their bows at the ready, keeping a watchful eye on the proceedings.

"Tell me the whereabouts of the Icemoor Dungeon Stone," Captain Aldora demanded, her voice cold and commanding.

"I-I don't know anything about it," Donnel stammered, avoiding eye contact.

"He's lying!" Gregor interjected, his voice laced with desperation. "He's the one who had it last! He probably hid it somewhere to save his own skin!"

Aldora's eyes narrowed as she observed the two bandit leaders, gauging their responses carefully. She had dealt with many criminals in her time, and she could easily tell when someone was lying. "You expect me to believe that?" she retorted, her voice dripping with contempt. "If he had it, we wouldn't be interrogating you!"

"I swear, I don't know anything!" Donnel protested, his voice shaking.

Captain Aldora's patience was wearing thin, and she knew that she needed to get information from them quickly. Without hesitation, she signaled her archers to aim their arrows at the two bandits. "Very well," she said coldly. "If you won't talk, then I'll have to resort to other methods."

She motioned to one of her soldiers, who stepped forward with a cruel-looking whip in hand. "Let's see how long you can keep your secrets hidden," she sneered.

~Smack

"Aaarghh!"

~Smack ~Smack

"Aaaarghh, please s-stop!"

As the bandits were subjected to painful torment, they began to crack under the pressure. Donnel, in his desperation, finally blurted out, "It was Jareth! He had the Dungeon Stone, however he was killed by some unknown Lord!"

But Captain Aldora had seen enough to know that Gregor was telling the truth. She called off the torture and turned to face the two bandit leaders. "It seems that you were both unaware of the Region Dungeon Stone's real use," she said with a hint of pity in her voice. "Now, because you don't have any value, just die-"

~Knock-knock!

As Captain Aldora was about to kill both of them, an elf knocked the door open. The elf's voice trembled with urgency as he relayed the unsettling news.

"Captain! we have a situation outside the bandit camp," the elf reported, his breaths coming in rapid bursts. "There's a lone individual, wreaking havoc outside."

Aldora's eyes narrowed in concern. This was unexpected. Based on the intelligence she got, the Icemoor Region only a White-Grade Region which was only inhabited by low level human, and the sudden appearance of a skilled and deadly intruder was cause for alarm. "Has the intruder been apprehended?" she inquired, her voice steady despite the growing tension.

"No, Captain," the elf replied. "He's too strong!"

The news sent a chill down Aldora's spine. An unknown and dangerous individual lurking in the area that could wreak havoc without being caught. "What? Are you saying 200 of you can't hold one person down?!"

As Captain Aldora rushed into the outside camp, she also remained focused on the task at hand, her mind racing with possibilities. Whoever this person was, they managed to wreak havoc on his troops with ease. It was clear that they were skilled in combat and not to be underestimated.

...

Few moments ago, outside the Bandit Camp.

The atmosphere outside the Bandit Camp was tense as the elven army kept a vigilant watch.

Among them, a lone elven sentry noticed a figure in the distance, approaching the camp with a purposeful stride. Intrigued by the solitary presence, he decided to intercept the person to assess their intentions.

The elven sentry moved silently through the snow, his bow at the ready.

~Creak

However, before he could even get close to the mysterious figure, the person swiftly lunged forward with lightning speed. In an instant, the sentry fell to the ground, his life extinguished without a chance to defend himself.

Gasps of surprise echoed among the other elven warriors as they witnessed the sudden ambush. Immediately, they raised the alarm, alerting their comrades of the unexpected threat.

"Ambush! Ambush!" they called out urgently.

Panic spread through the army as they realized they were under attack.

~Boom

Outside the camp, Mor'kith revealed himself with a wicked grin, and with his trident in his hand. Without hesitation, he launched into a ferocious assault, utilizing his masterful control over [Water Infusion] to unleash devastating attacks.

With incredible strength and speed, Mor'kith darted between the elven archers, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. His trident sliced through the air, creating lethal waves that disarmed and incapacitated the elves. The elven archers, skilled as they were with their bows, were no match for the close-quarter combat prowess of the former Naga Race's general.

~Swung

As the elven archers attempted to regroup and form a defense, Mor'kith used his skill [Riptide Chains]. The chains surged with energy, ensnaring multiple opponents at once. He swung the chains with lethal precision, creating a whirlwind of water that battered his enemies. The elven archers struggled to fight back against the relentless onslaught.

Mor'kith wielded his Trident, with deadly grace. With each swing, he unleashed torrents of water that cascaded towards the elven archers. The waves of water crashed down upon the soldiers, engulfing them in a fierce aquatic assault. The elven warriors, caught off guard and unprepared, struggled to defend against the devastating attack.

Despite their numbers, the elven army found themselves unable to gain the upper hand against Mor'kith's relentless onslaught. With each strike, he whittled down their army, steadily gaining an advantage.

The gap in strength between Mor'kith who was already at the peak of the Blue-Tier Strength and the elf troops who only had average strength of the White-Tier Strength could be seen clearly, their difference was like earth and heaven, for Mor'kith could easily withstand so many elf troops alone.

But just as Mor'kith seemed to be gaining the upper hand, Captain Aldora, emerged just in time to witness the devastating display of power from Mor'kith, and rushed out to join the battle as she stepped forward to face Mor'kith. She brandished her own enchanted blade.

~Clank

The clash of weapons echoed through the icy air as Mor'kith and Captain Aldora engaged in a fierce duel. Their movements were fluid and precise, each anticipating the other's strikes and countering with equal skill.

As they fought, a stalemate began to form. The strength of Mor'kith who was at Blue-High Tier and his trident in hand gave him a slight edge in the battle, but the strength of Captain Aldora who was Blue-Mid Tier and with the joining force of her elf army making them start to gain the upper hand.

As the battle raged on, Captain Aldora's relentless assault, combined with the support of the elven archers, began to take its toll on Mor'kith. His Riptide Chains still proved formidable, but the sheer number of opponents and their skill with the bow was starting to overwhelm him.

~BOOM

Just as it seemed that Mor'kith might be pushed back, a sudden ambush from behind caught the elven army off guard. The bandits, led by Garret, emerged from the Bandit Camp, launching a surprise attack on the disoriented archers behind their back.

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