《Rise of the Horde 》Chapter 152
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MISSIONS
Available Missions
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*Slay the Abyssal Felids {Urgent Mission}
Reward: 100000 points/ Abyssal Felid
Failure : -------
NOTE:
No need, you would be probably dead if you fail to slay them.
*Kill the Abyssal Caller
Reward: 30000 points
*Eradicate the Bloodpool Goblins
Reward: 5 points/ Bloodpool Goblin
*Destroy the Bloodpool Goblin Tribe
Reward: 20000 points
NOTE:
The entire tribe must be destroyed and be razed to the ground with only ashes and rubble left behind or this mission will be deemed a failure.
*Unknown Mission {Optional Mission}
Reward : Unknown
*Unknown Mission {Optional Mission}
Reward : Unknown
*Unknown Mission {Optional Mission}
Reward : Unknown
*Unknown Mission {Optional Mission}
Reward : Unknown
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"Abyssal Felids..." Xiao Chen muttered as he stared at the system panel that released missions one after another. He was taken aback by the series of missions that was issued to him by the system and his jaws dropped down low when he noticed the rewards for the urgent mission, a whole hundred thousand points for each of the Abyssal Felids. Xiao Chen smiled wildly and excitement was etched in his face as he stared at the thick fog that was slowly thinning and the brightness of the sun taking over and driving the darkness away.
Draegh'ana stared at the face of the Xiao Chen who displayed different emotions one after the other. First, he was uneasy, then surprised, then followed by a cheerful smile, then excitement, which caused her to be confused and raise one of her eyebrows up. Their chieftain was staring at the front, but there was nothing there except for the thick fog that was slowly thinning. Glancing from left to right, then again, she was trying to find the source of what made their chief display different emotions in succession.
"Grr..."
"Rawr!!!"
The loud roars of the two creatures caught the attention of Xiao Chen as he prepared to engage them. He didn't what they were, but he was sure that they were some sort of huge cats that are pitch black in color. The two creatures were rushing forward with great speed and Xiao Chen was having a hard time to keep track of them.
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Brandishing his weapon, he charged forward to one of them while he tried to control his emotions that were in turmoil. He was nervous, but also very excited. This is the first time that the system offered him such a mission with a very hefty reward. And as he once read in a book, 'The greater the reward. The greater the risk.'
"Kaprihkorn! Ulfrus! Akwilah! Go!" Draegh'ana pointed her one of her swords at the black silhouette that he saw which was charging towards them while their chieftain engaged the other one. Kaprihkorn bowed down then disappeared as he dashed towards the foe that was pointed by his master. Ulfrus raises its head up and roared before charging forward towards the black silhouette and the ground trembled as it rushed forward. Akwilah spread its enormous wings, then released a shrill cry, then took flight and soared to the sky.
"Me, also want to fight!" Galum'nor shouted as he pushed his way forward with his sledgehammer slung on his shoulders. His skin was still crimson red and steam was still oozing out of his body. His powered up state still didn't end.
Xiao Chen brought his weapon down against the creature that change paths and headed towards him. His strike shattered rocks and the ground as it sent fragments of the shattered rocks in the air, along with dust and dirt. Xiao Chen missed, and he felt a warm feeling on his left chest which was followed by a stinging pain. Looking down at his chest, he saw a long gash on his chest which was bleeding profusely. He kneeled down on one knee as the pain assaulted his senses. His wound was emitting a dark miasma, and it felt like his flesh was being burnt from the inside out.
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The Yurakks, Rakshas, Trolls, Draegh'ana, Adhalia, Galum'nor, Aro'shanna, and the little Grogus were all shocked by the outcome of the fight between their chief and the unknown creature. Just one strike and their chieftain was defeated and is now on one knee.
Draegh'ana gathered mana in her hands and started shooting her quickest spell towards the unknown creature. Bolts and balls of fire, both big and small, started to rain down on the battlefield as she tried to hit the very agile creature that were dashing around and evading her spells.
On the other side, a white and black silhouette dashed around as they clashed with each other from time to time. Capricorn was holding his ground against one of the Abyssal Felids with the help of Ulfrus and Akwilah distracting it. They were both equal in speed, but the black creature was way stronger than him as he felt his limbs go numb after each clash.
Draegh'ana was firing off her spells like a Gatling gun would do in spitting out its bullets. The battlefield was already scorched black by the many spells that she launched, which kept on missing their targets. Xiao Chen was still on one knee as he clutched tightly on his wound. The claws of the Abyssal Felid cut through his armor like a hot knife through butter.
Xiao Chen started unbuckling the straps of his armor to remove it. There was no use for him to wear his armor that didn't serve its purpose, which was to keep him safe from the attacks of his opponents. His armor fall down to ground with a loud clank, he removed all his armors even his vambraces, greaves and even his helmet, he got rid of all of them. He freed himself from all the weight that brought his speed down when reacting.
"Come here, you pussycat!" Xiao Chen taunted the Abyssal Felid that was about to charge at Draegh'ana, who was now slumped down on the ground and panting heavily. She was already exhausted after firing off her spells in rapid succession and still failed to land even a single of them on her opponent. Adhalia supported the exhausted orc and led her towards the rear, and the Yurakks made way for them.
"Hu! It still stings..." Xiao Chen muttered as he rubbed the surroundings of his wound. The immense pain and the dizziness he felt after getting wounded finally receded and he is back into his old condition, albeit being wounded.
"Come on, you big cat! I'll turn you into a SIOPAO!" he shouted as he readied himself for some speedy engagement. He ditched all his armors and left himself more vulnerable to attacks, but being free from his armors would give him a boost in speed. He traded defense and sturdiness for more maneuverability and agility in combat. The Abyssal Felid growled at Xiao Chen before rushing towards him with its whip-like tails dancing wildly behind it.
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