33 Night attack 2/3: Variant Warlock Orc Anger...
Zion appeared out of nowhere, smiling and nodding to Captain Tark and the knights while sending a mental message in the form of a black and white butterfly illusion.
Zion realizes that his abilities improve in terms of their range of uses and flexibility after reaching the pinnacle of the third-star level.
For example, using his evil-eye butterfly ability, he can now not only enter people's minds to create illusions inside and outside, but he can also send his emotions and thoughts to the illusion, making it easy to relay information without letting his own enemy hear it, much like a communication device from the twentieth century.
But Zion's ability is quite taxing on his mental strength, leaving him unable to properly control the ability in less than two minutes, and the other side effect is that he will bear the thoughts and emotions of every person he targets to communicate with, making his mind hazy and conflicted if he extends the time of use because it may back-lash on him, making his mind take all the damage, and could change his own personality, so he didn't dare excessively use his new form ability.
So Zion made a mental note to use such a power only when absolutely necessary.
A visible pair of A black and white butterfly flew to each knight's head, beautifully making people see the beauty of white and black as they paired up like yin and yang as they flew on to their heads and shone, transmitting every word of Zion and the other. Causing them to look at Zion for a while as they felt emotions in their hearts before returning to reality.
"TSK, damn, I can't take it any longer,
Everyone, I believe you know what your roles are in this fight, as plan me and Captain Tark will do our best to distract and tank the Variant Orc leader as much as we can. Make good use of that time to effectively use your strength to deeply wound the bastard. Do your role perfectly. We only have one chance. Good luck and get ready!" Zion turned off his ability after using it for one minute, as he didn't expect the emotions and thoughts of other knights.
Envy, hatred, lust, shock, and fear appeared, and all kinds of thoughts returned to him, flooding his mind like a communication tower, sorting the information and instantly transferring it to every knight.
Tark looked at Zion after receiving the information, amazed at such a superb ability that he had never encountered in his life, and travels with the head. He thought Zion's ability was a new mage spell that could fetch thousands of gold coins, and if used correctly, as Zion did, it could change the war, giving those with such spells an advantage in information relay.
Unfortunately, Tark's knowledge was only half correct because he didn't consider the effect of the ability on the user, and Zion's ability was far superior to any other spell he could think of.
"Humans, are you done staring at each other? Come face the great warlock,"
roar...
The variant orc leader hurled multiple fireballs at everyone in his path while mockingly and indifferently staring at them. For the orcs, these humans' resolve was insufficient without power to back it up.
Boom...
"Fuck everyone, move according to the plan Senior Zion relayed to you; don't idle like a moron." Zaban was the first to react and ordered the knights, who spread out and dodged the oncoming volley of fireballs.
While the soldier who had been released from the variant orc leader's pressure retreated back because they couldn't do anything but try to stay alive and shoot arrows whenever they had a chance since they didn't know what the plan Zaban was shouting about.
Shing... Boom...
"Argh. Don't stand their move!" Tark said to his knight, who was late to move because he was the weakest knight in his squad. He shielded the knight by slicing the fireball with difficulty while bearing the heat and explosion of the fireball.
"I underestimated my strength, but I can't fall here," Tark said as he ran toward the variant orc leader, assisting knights and soldiers in his path.
"Just stay their pig," zmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Zion cursed the variant orc leader as he dashed and dodged the fireball aimed at the variant orc leader's vital organs.
"Hmm" Boom...
"You're still too weak to fight me, but your strength will be a great help to my evolution."
When the orc leader saw Zion's strength, he built a barrier. He became animated, smiling creepily and mockingly while attempting to grab Zion's body in the air with his bare hands.
"Don't forget me," Tark said as he appeared in front of the orc leader, smoking with burn marks and shattered armor, waving a heating sword to the variant orc's foot, wanting the variant orc leader to choose between dodging and grabbing Zion.
"Hmm, firestorm," the orc leader chanted as a firestorm engulfed its body, forcing Tark to cower in the intense heat while Zion wrapped himself in a Celtic shield to protect himself.
"Argh" Zion was grabbed by the orc's leader's big hand in the firestorm, as he needed to endure not only the heat that his Celtic shield couldn't withstand, but also the orc leader's brute strength, as he felt the strength of a four-star level monster was at least 20 times stronger than his peak third-star level.
"Do you see the difference between me and you humans? Your kind, pitiful strength is laughable in comparison to the monster race, which was created by the gods to survive in the harsh environment." The orc gave Zion wisdom words while mockingly licking his lips, ready to eat Zion.
But before he can eat Zion, he has one more question.
"Human, tell me where the human noble who ordered us to kill all of you is."
The firestorm died down, and the variant orc asked a loud question that rang in everyone's ears and minds as they came to an abrupt halt and digested the orc's question.
When the other knights and soldiers heard this, there was only one thing that came to mind, because they were not stupid enough to not know who the noble the variant orc leader was looking for was, and that was the spoiled young master and his ten knights, who tried to slaughter them in their own camp.
"Pfft cough, hahaha, those bastards you're looking for are already fleeing while peeing their pants together with the dog knight captain.
I almost had them in my grasp, bastards." Zion vomited some blood as the variant orc leader crushed its Celtic shield, but he still laughed loudly as he declared the monster colleague was already running, and he would not see them again.
"You," the orc leader's eyes turned red as his plan was shattered, halting his path to evolution by the person in his hands.
"You want to know more, cough.
I also blast off your orc generals. Their bodies can be found in the camp, hahaha." Zion laughed as he noticed the orc leader's rage and anger.
Boom...
Unknowingly, the variant orc leader threw Zion so fast that all the knights didn't react because they couldn't see how the orc leader moved.
As the orc leader was roaring in rage before they knew it.
Rooooaaaar...
"Forget about leaving this place; I'm going to kill every single one of you," the orc leader declared, his eyes glowing red with tremendous pressure and killing intent releasing from his body.
Cough, cough,
"Fuck, looks like I went too far this time, damn, my body hurts like shit," Zion grumbled as he lay down on the ground, pain and blood all over him.
Staring at the fading dark night and welcoming the rising morning dew in just about an hour.
[Host, do you want me to relieve the pain you're experiencing right now?]
"Gaia, why can't you just heal me instead?"
[Host, you don't have enough points to request such an immediate heal.]
"_" Zion
"Gaia, no shit, I'm dying because of your mission here."
[You must learn host, After all, that's what you humans have always said host
Pain is the greatest teacher to rise above all.]
"Alleviate the pain, then," Zion wished to cry, as his own Gaia put him in such a precarious situation; if he can see who made Gaia, he will undoubtedly smack and curse him mercilessly.
(Please, don't.)
Boom....
Boom...
