Chapter 360 Fair Fight? Part 1
Chapter 360 Fair Fight? Part 1: Resurrection
By watching the orc warriors' weapons ing down on the demon like they were the wrath of the heavens, Ragh'Ash could almost smell the sweet scent of Lith's blood in the air.
Which is why she was dumbfounded when a fireball exploded on the ground and sent the orcs surrounding Lith flying like leaves scattered by the autumn wind.
screamed in anguish as she ripped off the head of one of their youths to consume his flesh to regain her strength. The fight had barely started, yet the number of her warriors had halved and she was gravely injured.
Thanks to Invigoration, Ragh'Ash was able to instantly assimilate the food's nutrients and restore her strength. Testa'Lhosh immediately ran to her side. The chieftain was visibly worried for her.
Without the shaman, the tribe was as good as dead. The holy crystal would bee a liability instead of a treasure. Testa'Lhosh's life depended on her.
The chieftain didn't trust her more than he would a nest of vipers. His words were meant to remind the shaman that the survival of the Grey Wolf tribe needed at least two orcs.
He didn't miss how Ragh'Ash moved her gaze from him to the remaining three youths. There was still a male left, which meant she still had options. Inwardly cursing his bad luck, Testa'Lhosh unsheathed his greatsword and joined the fray.
Aside from the holy crystal, the chieftain's blade was the only treasure of the Grey Wolf tribe that had survived the war. It was an enchanted weapon that had fallen into the orcs' hands after its previous owner had fallen into their stomachs.
Ragh'Ash nodded. Her powers activated the crystal once again, passing all the remaining energy she had stored within it to the chieftain. His core immediately turned from bright yellow to bright cyan, which Solus promptly reported to Lith.
'For f*ck's sake! I hate fair fights!' Lith inwardly cursed. Testa'Lhosh was at least 20 centimeters (8") taller than Lith and 30 kg heavier. Thanks to his Awakened like body, those 30 kg were all muscles.
Lith had no advantage against Testa'Lhosh, aside from his own equipment and training. In terms of sheer physical strength, the chieftain was like an adult fighting a prepubescent teen.
'How long until the balance is restored?' Lith hated forcing Solus to consume her remaining mana, but he had no choice. Only when all of Lith's skills were online again he could safely terminate the orc tribe.
'Earth is back to normal already. Air should support spells up to tier two.' Solus replied. She was already so weakened that only her natural senses remained. Solus decided to save the remainder of her mana for an emergency, just to be safe.
She could have used Invigoration, but unlike Lith's, it required more time and was dependant on her panion's status. Using it would not only leave her pletely helpless for a while, but could also destabilize Lith's mana flow.
Solus couldn't stand by idly either, so she moved from Lith's mouth to his right hand and turned into her glove form. That way he could at least use her as a shield if the need arose.
The greatsword gave Testa'Lhosh the superior range, forcing Lith on the defensive. Their fusion magic was on par, so it was like neither was employing it. The chieftain was faster, stronger, and to make things worse he shouted orders that made the remaining orcs regain their sanity.
Ragh'Ash was now back on her feet, using the crystal to infuse one of the young female orcs until the youth screamed in agony. The shaman didn't trust the chieftain more than he trusted her. Ragh'Ash wanted to win, no matter the cost.