Chapter 111: Gray Roads 6

Oswin followed everyone to the battlefield with a beak mask. This beak mask was provided by the soldiers. He could see the smoke around him. The soldiers of the camp rushing with their armor, clanking noises could be heard. Above were the banner lords and Lady Sena, dashing magically along with the other mages towards the center of the forest. Magic was really handy and it made them look like stars that went pass them.

Oswin carried his silver sword while his off-hand was near his bandoliers. He followed men clad in metal. In the distance he could see the other tangling it up with elves who have purple skin, their veins were popped and they coughing heavily. Their green tint that they proud themselves so much was gone and now the men of the south who was eager to kill drove their swords to the suffering elves.

“Despicable humans to use these methods to fight, all of you had no shame!”

“GOD WILLS IT”

A soldier shouted. His sword impaled the throat of the elf who said that. The elves were powerless and even they though they wave their daggers. They were unable to kill anyone with the toxin invading their body.

Oswin bolted like the rest and started his share of killing. He didn’t want to use his silversword against people who can’t even fight so he disarmed a ranger elf with his hand, slit the elf’s throat and then stole the elf’s slender saber. It was light as feather and Oswin liked it.

He continued dashing around the battlefield following the foot soldiers. He was like them, wearing a beaked mask that prevents them from inhaling the smoke. Oswin jerked back. He dodges a slow cut from an elf and then strikes upward, slitting the side of the neck of the elf.

He then looked at the distance. Lights covered the entire area and he could see the mages fighting it out with the elven rangers who were able to somehow resist the toxin. There were only a few and it was rather impressive that they are able to move despite the toxin.

He saw a giant ball of light coming towards him. This ball of light was definitely something Oswin could not take. He rolled to the side. The soldier behind exploded into meat materials, coating the ground.

Oswin clicked his tongue. He then sprinted to the left, took out a bottle of rune sealing and smashed it into the ground. The ground sprinkled with runes and before long a protective barrier rose up and deflected the attacks that were meant to kill the foot soldiers.

The attack didn’t totally dissipate anything. It made Oswin’s ring loudly and he could feel the blood flowing out his ears and mouth. The mask gathered the blood and Oswin could smell his own mutated blood.

He then slightly removes his mask. He sips on a small round bottom flask and throws it away. This flask of potion made his skin tightened and black veins sprouted around his body. This black vein then held his bones tightly and he could feel his breathing rasp.

Oswin’s eyes turned that of a wolf. He then dashed across the field along with the soldiers. Slicing, dicing and taking heads and letting the blood of the elves shower over them.

He didn’t know when or where he is. All he knows that he was struggling with an elf who was gritting his teeth. Oswin was forcibly shoving a dagger to an elf. The elf uses his hands to desperately struggle. His eyes were fierce like Oswin but there were tears on his rims of his eyes as he tries to move the dagger away.

“DIE.”

Oswin hammered the dagger and then it pricked the elf’s chest. The elf vomited blood but it still resisted only for Oswin to drive the dagger further into the elf’s heart. The elf convulsed, grief appeared in his eyes. He mumbled something and then he died just like that. The light went out of the elf’s eyes. Oswin maintained a stolid expression, standing up.

He then surveyed the battlefield. The blood dripped everywhere. Both men and the elves were dying and fighting. In the distance was the proud and might village of the elves yet it was being bombarded by the mages of the south. Oswin carried himself while at the same parrying the attacks of the elves and helping those who are around him.

He was exhausted. His legs were tired yet his head was focused on one thing. Survive. He didn’t think of anything and just move towards the designated place and use the skills he learned naturally. His muscle memory acted beautifully and he was able to somehow reach a line where some soldiers were gathering to grasp for breath.

He took a breath. Oswin then took a bottle from his bandoliers and drink them. It was a potion that would energize him and it was made specifically to make him last in the battlefield longer. This bottle was made with distilled alcohol and herbs of a different kind. It does energize him but at the same time, it causes hangover when the effects are dispersed.

He looked around him. The soldiers were standing up, returning to fight while some held their wounds and tried to suppress the pain they are feeling. Oswin stood up too. He surveyed the area and found two elven rangers sniping soldiers from left and right. He waited for some time before sprinting. He then threw a bottle of smoke and let it masked his actions as he then furiously climbs the vantage point the elven rangers were sniping and use his stolen saber to decapitate one of the elves and then use the bow of the elf to snipe the elf right in the thigh. This move made the elven ranger unable to move. And when the soldiers saw this, they clearly dashed like mad towards the elven ranger who could not raise his body.

Oswin nocks another arrow and then shot the bow of the elf away from him. Then with cold eyes, Oswin descended down the vantage point and continued to march while facing elf resistance. He killed them. He moves like a wolf and danced unpredictably in order to confuse the enemy. He was helped by the soldiers so he was able to arrive at the front gates of the elven fortress.

Then he saw the blinding light that was released by a golden-haired lay with immense mana. This lady was fighting someone garb in elven attire. Naturally, Oswin recognized the absurd battle between Sena and the Elven. The elven was not far inferior but Sena was like a wild beast that danced around while still in her gilded armor. She moves lightly and her sword, Astra collided with the elven, sounding out loud clangs that resound through the battlefields.

Oswin stared at the battle with stars in his eyes.

Sena Saclea, the Knight of Astra... what was she?