《The Two Stories of Frontier Online: A Tale of A Boy and A Beast (Dropped)》Assaulting the Village
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Sorry guys, When I wrote this chapter I was extremely angry with my boss at work, and I rushed this as a way of blowing off steam. I look back now and see the horrible work I'd done, so I ended up revising it, Here is the revised version.
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Shuu's POV.
I was licking my wounds, not literally per say as I had no mouth to begin with, but I felt angered by how I couldn't even kill an adventurer's party.
"Desiross, Darvanshel, Gather your forces we are attacking the village. " I tell them, and both of them look at me like I was being stupid.
"I know it seems like suicide but I have a plan." I reassured them.
I created a new type of puppet. First I took the base of the [Iron Puppet] and modified its head to have two Taurus horns. as well as three layered slits on the face part.
Next came its torso, which I buffed up the make it look like plate armor that cavalry used.
The lower half I converted into that of a horse, I made the hooves extra pointy. Their arms were buffed to carry a lance with just one hand and a bastard shield in the other. I armored the horse half as well.
My new creation was a monstrosity.
IT was speedy like the String Grapple Puppets, but defensive like the Guardians, It also had a huge offensive power like the Crush Berserker Puppets.
"Iron Centauros" I proclaimed, showcasing the new puppet.
Iron CentaurosLevels: 5-10Skills: [Slice] [Stab] [Impale] [Trample] [Berserk Mode]
[Iron Casing] [Crush] [Shattering Embrace] [Tool Creation]
[Weapon Creation]Evolution Chance: 25.7%
(Evolution Chance is low due to a nonavailable evolution path.
If you want to raise the chance then create the next tier for this creature)
(If it does evolve without a set evolution path, then it will be a variant till specified)Drops: Exp: 75, Iron Lance, Iron Scimitar,
Iron Centaros Bodypart (Random), Metal Scraps,
Gold (3-10)Iron Centauros were created in retaliation for the
humiliation of their boss Zeliowrath, They travel in herds
of five and do not care about the damage they take.
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Desiross and Darvanshel clapped their hands and after farming to have a whole hoard of them, we raised the rest of the puppets
A quest window popped up for all creatures of the forest.
[table] (Quest) A Puppet's Wrath: The Boss Mob Zeliowrath is angry at the Villagers of Higal, Those who wish to join him are free to come, If subjegation of the village is successful, random rewards, If raid on the village fails, then increase in adventurers looking for your beast Many creatures looked at the quest and grinned, many gathered their forces, even some hidden beasts that haven't been revealed, whilst other Beasts decided to stay away, running even to a new territory.
Settling near the edge of the forest, I saw a few [Beast of the Wild] players waiting. There was the leader of the Wither Wolves: [Fangoro]. A strange four-armed cyclops monkey that wielded many tools. There was even an Ancient Slime named[Grand Jelly] The name gave me the shivers remember a very popular game in the past.
We were gathering our forces near the town entrance, where the trees gave us fog of war when an adventurer's party stumbled upon us.
[Grand Jelly] just jiggled and they melted, one lucky soul got away and retreated into the town.
"Is there anyone else coming?" I asked the three players.
"Drain Wolf Leader: Shubalda" Fangoro growled
Lightning Apes Commadore: Blitzgerald" The monkey chattered.
"Nothing on my part" Grand Jelly jiggled.
"Strategy meeting, What forces do we have currently" I asked.
"50 Squads of Wither Wolves, 3 per squad so 150 Wither Wolves" Fangoro howled.
"Individually we are 100 Four-armed Monkeys. " the monkey chirps.
"My army of Slimes and Oozes will melt anything its its path, we rank 1,000" Grand Jelly jiggles
"I myself got 4 variants with 50 in each so I have 200" I sent them a mind message.
The town itself seemed more like a city than a town which means there could be up to 2 to 3 thousand [Kingdom] players in there, Plus the NPC guards
In the end we were discovered so we had to charge in quickly before they set up a solid defense
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"Alright leave a subordinate to tell our allies to just charge right in, and let us CHARGE" I bellowed and I lead the charge.
Everything was Chaotic, I used a capital because it needed it. Grand Jelly himself melted the gates down, while my Stringle Grapple Puppets and the monkey people scaled the walls, taking them over.
Fangoro allowed some of my puppets to ride on his Drain Wolves, setting them as an ally, which meant that his drain effects won't harm us at all.
So down mainstreet of the town Wolf Puppet Raiders, Iron Centauros, and Drain/Wither Wolves charged down, mowing down anyone in sight.
The Slaughter was so bad that Fangoro managed to evolve into a Wither Wolfman, "NICE, LET US MOW THEM DOWN MOAR" Fangoro howled.
After another hour of slaughtering noobs, we met real resistance when we encountered a line of tank units with shield equipped.
"Mages, Fire spells" an adventurer shrieks and we scrambled for cover.
Darvanshal used Fortress Barricade to block most of the shots, but we took a hit to our numbers. String Grapple Puppets ambush them from the side but capable spearman and warriors take them head on.
"If you can get rid of the fire mages, I can deal swift judgement to them" Grand Jelly jiggles. and I gave the order.
The Monkey people gladly carried my Crush Berserker Puppets and dropped them onto the defense line. The sound of bones breaking was music to my ears, If i had them that is.
IT was a huge battlefield of wolves, puppets, monkeys, slimes and various races that the players could have chosen. I saw an unfortunate soul being dragged into a feeding frenzy of wolves. One player fell into a pit of slime, their body melting under the acid.
I felt good about how successful things were going, Then the bombardment started. The first to fall was the Monkey leader as he was the least defensive. Grand Jelly burst into tiny pieces of himself but he had regenerative powers, yet the bombardment was literally blowing him to pieces.
Fangoro immediately fled the scene, leaving some of his wolves to be collateral. All over the field, The troops with Armor Cocoon or Fortress Barricade activated them, yet puppet after puppet were blown apart. Darvanshal couldn't even shoulder the damage and crumbled into metal fragments.
"Retreat, Full scale Retreat" I called and ran away. I retreated as far as the gate before being cornered by all sides.
"Well Fangoro, shall we make our last stand here?" I said.
"Let us fight to the death, redeem my cowardly act" Fangoro howled and we both charged. The Spider String legs enabled me to swiftly dodge attacks, but to dodge them all was asking to much. I picked up and threw a few people here and there, impaling them and kicking them while I could.
I lost my arm, four of my pods are busted, My legs go next.
I laid on the ground while Adventurers stood over me, one was ready to end my life when a wave of insects rushed in. Devouring all in their path, aside from the [Beast of the Wild] Units.
I look up to see an Arachne sitting on a throne of insects and arachnids.
"Hope I wasn't to late to join the party" the arachne grins. Behind her the bellowing of a Lightning Ape ran rampage to avenge his friend the monkey. New Wolves rushed in to finish off any stragglers in the area.
Reinforcements have arrived I smiled and Grand Jelly finally reformed, I was busy making a new body for myself while Fangoro was dead. Multiple spears planted in his body, making him look like a porcupine.
"Taking Command, everyone charge for the cathedral and castle" the Arachne screamed and with a roar of approval the armies charge forward.
I smiled as I laid there to heal
Sorry for how short the chapter was before I revised it, I repeat I was angry at my boss and was in a bad mood when I wrote/posted this. Though I liked the beginning on how he was humiliated and wanted to retaliate.
Again, I apologize on how I rushed it
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