Chapter 110: Defeating the First Usurper
According to Gorath, the first usurper was named Krag, and they were currently in his territory.
But before they headed to Krag’s hideout, Gabriel needed to make some necessary plans.
So first things first, he asked, "Tell me about this Krag."
Gorath nodded and began to explain. "He’s known as Krag the Firecaller, and like his name suggests, he is a flame mage in charge of the outskirts. His men are known for being extremely fast but with low health."
"That means they’re easy to defeat?"
"Yes, in a sense... but that’s if you can even catch them to begin with," Gorath replied.
Gabriel had confidence in his perception stats and speed. He was certain he could easily get rid of them.
"All right, lead me to the base then," Gabriel said after listening.
"Sir Broken, will it just be the two of us?" Gorath asked hesitantly.
"Yes," Gabriel nodded with a slight tilt of his head. "Is there a problem? Or do you doubt me?"
"I dare not doubt a hero of the goddess!" Gorath exclaimed passionately.
Gabriel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Good. Lead me to Krag’s base."
"Yes, great hero!"
"Hm."
"I mean—Sir Broken!"
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Some time later, under Gorath’s guidance, Gabriel arrived before the orc base, which was built out of wood and rusted iron.
They hid behind a protruding rock hill and observed the walls. At least 20 orc archers manned the perimeter.
But they were lax, casually drinking and chatting amongst themselves.
Slightly confused, Gabriel asked, "Why are they so relaxed? Aren’t archers supposed to always be on guard?"
Gorath sighed in defeat. "That’s how it is when you have no enemies. After losing my men and being chased out of my castle, the three usurpers no longer considered me a threat."
"I see," Gabriel narrowed his eyes. "What about the other orc clans?"
"They’re very far from here," said Gorath.
Orcs were known to be barbaric and prideful. Gabriel knew exactly how to take advantage of that.
"Dark Flame Orb!"
Suddenly, when the orcs least expected it, an overcharged dark blast slammed into the front gate of their settlement, blowing it wide open.
"What was that?!"
"Are we under attack?!"
The orc settlement trembled, and the archers on the walls sprang to their feet, bows drawn.
Gorath took a deep breath and brought out a large war axe twice his size, making Gabriel briefly wonder how he could even wield it.
The two glanced at each other, and without exchanging another word, they charged into the settlement.
"Dark Flame Orb! Dark Flame Orb!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
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[Ding! You have defeated Level 10 Orc Archer!]
[Ding! You have defeated Level 13 Orc Archer!]
[Ding! You have defeated Level 11 Orc Archer!]
[Ding! You have defeated Level 10 Orc Archer!]
Before the orcs could even fire their arrows, the dark blasts exploded on their faces, leaving them seriously injured or outright killed.
From the gates of the settlement, several orcs surged forward like a tide.
’They’re indeed fast, but Gorath overestimated them,’ he thought as he summoned his greatsword.
Shing! Shing! Shing!
The first wave was easily cut down as if they were made of paper. It was like fighting a group of children with weapons.
He slashed, kicked, and stomped!
Beside him, Gorath swung his massive axe savagely.
He seemed to be quite the capable fighter—none of the orcs even landed a hit.
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Some time later, Gabriel and Gorath had killed all the orcs, including the archers.
"Phew!" Gorath panted heavily, resting his hands on his knees. "That was very easy. Although you did most of the work, I didn’t think we’d be able to destroy Krag’s men within an hour."
"Hm." Gabriel scanned the now-exposed settlement. There was still a presence inside—and it was far stronger than the rest.
’How is he not tired?’ Gorath wondered. ’Are all heroes summoned by the goddess this powerful?’
Suddenly, the two felt intense heat coming from the heart of the settlement, and their gazes snapped in that direction.
Gorath’s expression darkened. "It’s him—Krag," he said in a cold voice.
Gabriel squinted slightly and saw an orc about 5’6" tall. Its forehead bulged with red veins, and its eyes were bloodshot with anger.
"Gorath! How dare you involve an outsider in our affairs?!" Krag roared. "Do you have no shame?!"
"Tsk. You and your friends are the shameless ones!" Gorath retorted. "You lowlifes had to team up to throw me off my throne after everything I’ve done for you."
"You shouldn’t have come back. I’ll kill you and this weak human!" Krag sneered, bringing his arms together as a flame built between his palms. "I’ll obliterate you both in a single skill!"
"I know orcs are proud and arrogant, but shouting out your plans has to be one of the dumbest moves," Gabriel shook his head.
Either way, he silently activated one of his skills.
At the same time, Krag unleashed a large horizontal flame beam from his palms.
The flaming beam tore through the land, splitting the air apart.
"Dodge, Sir Broken!" Gorath shouted, panicked that the hero-ranked warrior was still standing still.
Seeing the scene, Krag laughed boisterously. "Hahahaha! Keep standing there, disgusting human!"
BOOM!
The beam of flame smashed into Gabriel’s position, incinerating the ground and kicking up a storm of smoke and ash.
Gorath’s face paled. "S-Sir Broken?!"
He grew even more confused the next moment—the flaming blast rebounded back toward Krag.
The explosion threw the orc backward like a broken kite. He slammed into the nearest hut with a loud crash, splintering wood and iron, then rolled across the dirt as blood spurted from his nose and mouth.
The orc’s eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked down at the gaping wound in his chest... before he died.
"One down, two more to go," Gabriel said, deactivating Iron Body.
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