The Adventurer's Mission Log

Chapter 34 Chaos War Gang

[Mission: Escape the Hunt of the Beastman Tribe]

Difficulty: Medium

[Reward: Triceratops Guardian Helmet]

Status: Completed

Tenor had intended to collect the reward after returning to the city, but a battle might break out, so he had to collect it in advance, just in case.

The bone helmet resembled a miniature triceratops skull, the size of which was intended for Thoros. When Gotley saw Tenor pull out such a large object from somewhere, he assumed it was a shield.

Gotley stared at Tenor with his single eye for a long time. "What is that?" he asked, not as if stating a fact that displeased him.

"I didn't see you pick it up, nor did I see you put it anywhere."

I fought alongside you in two battles, killed a wizard, killed a group of beastmen, and now I'm standing on the spot where the Chaos brat just walked.

"I don't like seeing my companions with something I don't know the origin of at times like this." He paused, his one eye narrowing. "Where did you pull that out from?"

Tenor understood the misunderstanding, but he couldn't explain it clearly. He couldn't very well say that he would get a reward for completing the task, could he? Who would believe that?

"Magical item".

"That's not an answer. Cold-blooded creatures, when a wizard reaches into his robes, he calls it a 'magical item,' and then you have to use an axe to test how dangerous it is."

"You better have a next sentence." The dwarf glared fiercely at Tenor.

"Only the ancient sages know where it came from." How could Tenor know where this thing came from? He could only offer empty words.

Gotley stared up at Tenor, the axe handle twirling halfway in his palm, but he didn't raise it; that was the limit of his trust.

Ancient Sage, an ancient legend.

Anyone who has any understanding of the Cold-blooded race must first understand the Ancient Saints, because the Ancient Saints are the creators of the Cold-blooded race, the creators and ancient gods in ancient legends, and the rulers of that era.

Gotley knew the weight of the words "Ancient Saint" in the mouths of the cold-blooded race; they were their gods, the starting point of their entire world of order.

The lizardman's statement, "Only the ancient saints know," was neither an elf being evasive nor a human making excuses.

It was a belief that dwarves, though they didn't believe in, had to acknowledge... Cold-blooded races wouldn't joke about the Old Ones.

Just as they were about to draw their swords, they both heard heavy footsteps.

Tenor immediately transformed, donned a helmet, and raised his shield and burning sword to face the uninvited guest.

A cold-blooded rage surged within him, urging him to tear the black-armored warrior before him to shreds.

The newcomer was only slightly shorter than Bitnor, wielding a long-handled axe. He was completely encased in thick, black plate armor covered with twisted, blasphemous runes, and atop his masked helmet, a pair of enormous, curved horns pierced the sky.

Behind him, seven raider warriors, nearly two meters tall, bare-chested, and covered in tattoos and deformities, stared menacingly at the dwarves and lizardmen.

The Empire called them the Jotuns, who were inhabitants of the land of darkness north of the Valentin Peninsula. They were tall and strong, worshipped demons, were savage and cruel, and often raided other nations from the sea.

In Tenor's inherited memories, they are called "Chaos Raiders," and those warriors encased in demonic metal, such as the chapter leader in front of him, are "Chaos Warriors."

It turns out the Iron Blood Brotherhood wasn't the culprit... no, maybe they were actually in cahoots all along.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!" The Chaos Warrior roared, raising his giant axe and charging forward, his heavy body causing the ground to tremble with each movement.

Butcher Gottlieb leaped forward first, and the two flashes of cold light collided fiercely in mid-air. The axe blades bit into each other and suddenly exploded into a dazzling burst of sparks.

Before the deafening clang of metal had even subsided, the butcher's hand was split open due to his overwhelming strength disadvantage.

Gotley felt a piercing numbness in his arm and knew that the path of the butcher had come to an end.

The Chaos Warrior did not miss this fleeting opening. He swung his jagged giant axe, which slid off the dwarf's axe blade, and with a brute force capable of splitting boulders, slashed straight at the butcher's exposed neck.

Tenor quickly caught up with them, attempting to pounce on the Chaos Warrior from the side, but the first to engage him were the Raiders. These madmen fearlessly clashed with Tenor, and were knocked down by the Lizardmen's monstrous strength without flinching.

He had just knocked down one raider when two more raiders appeared before him, shouting "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!" and slashing at Tenor from left and right with their longswords and battle axes.

Tenor blocked the attack from the left with his shield, parried the battle axe from the right with his burning sword, and pushed them away with a sudden burst of strength.

However, he was then entangled by several more raiders. He fought off one, only to be met by another. He pushed one aside, only to be met by yet another who regrouped and attacked. For a time, he was unable to escape.

If it weren't for his thick, powerful tail that could protect him from behind, making him virtually undefended in both offense and defense, he probably wouldn't have been able to cope with the encirclement.

Just before the Chaos Warrior's axe blade cleaved the dwarf's neck, the Butcher's eyes turned bloodshot. Relying on instincts honed through life and death, he shifted all his weight and used the runic axe handle to forcefully block the attack.

The savage force emanating from the other side sent Gottlieb staggering back several steps. The Chaos Warrior raised the Hellfire Axe and followed up with a diagonal slash. Although Gottlieb managed to block in time, he was still smashed to the ground.

The Chaos Warrior's axe pressed down on the dwarf's axe, and the dwarf, with his back against the ground, watched helplessly as the axe handle was pressed lower and lower by the Chaos Warrior.

This is a monster, a monster whose strength and skill surpass those of ordinary people.

Ternor roared, shoving aside the raiders around him, and a surge of ferocity propelled him toward the Chaos Warrior.

He knew that if the dwarves died, he would also perish, dying later in an ambush led by the Chaos Warriors.

Taking advantage of the situation, a raider struck Tenor in the back with an axe blade. The blade embedded itself in the flesh, causing a gruesome wound. Tenor, in pain, became even more ferocious.

This slash was almost equivalent to a strike from a second-tier warrior when their will is awakened, but the raider was immediately struck in the chest by Tenor's sweeping tail.

Even if he is a professional, he shouldn't be without armor.

His barbaric beliefs and customs ruined him.

If he were fully equipped and knew when to advance and retreat, he would be a troublesome opponent, but for now, he can only hurt Tenor; as an opponent... he doesn't deserve it.

Tenor pounced on the Chaos Warrior from the side, giving the dwarf a chance to catch his breath.

Ignoring how the dwarves dealt with the remaining five raiders, Tenor slammed his burning sword into the Chaos Warrior's helmet and used his moon shield to pin down the Chaos Warrior's weapon.

The sudden attack left the Chaos Warrior's head buzzing, but he quickly recovered from the dizziness and tried to push away the lizardman who was closing in on him.

Tenor dared not let him out. Entering the wrestling arena was the lizardmen's advantageous zone, and if it came down to a contest of weapon skills, he would probably be no match for them.

Even in a contest of strength, he was evenly matched with the Chaos Warrior. If he did not seize the advantage and use his strengths to overcome his weaknesses, wouldn't he be doomed?

Suddenly, the pressure on the left side eased, and Tenor lost his balance.

It turned out that the Chaos Warrior had voluntarily given up his weapon, and taking advantage of the moment when Tenor lost his balance and leaned forward, he gripped the edge of the shield tightly with both hands, and used his weight and core strength to violently flip to one side.

He almost succeeded, which would have put Tenor in a subordinate and disadvantageous position.

However, Tenor was too heavy, and its claws were anchored too firmly, allowing the lizardman to grip the ground tightly and neutralize the wrestling technique.

Even if he succeeds, so what?

The power belt takes half an hour to charge, and it's already fully charged. Tenor can use ten seconds of external force to launch a counterattack at any time.

For now, he feels he can stabilize the situation without activating the belt.

However, the Chaos Warrior's counterattack was not over yet. In a series of movements, he rammed his head into the clumsy lizardman.