Chapter 179: Play For Power (I): Now Look What You Did

Blacked out for a few seconds and back in action soon after…. that only happens in fiction and this wasn't one….at least not that Rezar was ever told. It's too much of a headache to think about the philosophy or conundrum behind the fact that he was just some character in somebody's story. But that was not his immediate worry right now, that chain was coming down on his head again and his skills were disabled, which fucking meant that he healed a lot slower. He had enough in his stats to give him a really fast regeneration, plus he was a vampire so rapid healing was a part of the racial package. But without his other skills his healing speed wasn't as insane as before and were a lot slower than normal.

But Rezar was not who he was for nothing as he quickly rolled to the side, and pushed himself upwards, the bones in his right knee popped into place, and it was with such speed and accuracy that even Rezar was shocked by how sudden that healing was. It was as if he had focused the healing on certain parts of his body, he wasn't too sure, but he willed it, it was as simple as wishing or asking for a cake. The bones in his right hand snapped back into place as he threw an upper cut at a distortion in the air. He was all to satisfied when the satisfying sound of bones breaking and the edge knuckle dusters shearing the jaw of a person and slicing half his face off gave Rezar a reason to dance.

There were no skills right? So why the fuck is there a stealthed ninja in front of him with their pet troll. Something was seriously up, he was not so stupid as to think that the orc won't try something with this plain games, after all they were offering outsiders a chance to partake and actually rule them should said outsider gain victory. They had to have a couple of contingencies in place to prevent such a thing from happening, if not the orcs would never have gotten the balls to gather as much as they did and grow in strength without being found as a threat by other factions. But with them announcing that anyone who won the plain game would become their king, the other forces took a step back and didn't react to such a sizable force in their own backyard.

Orcs were honorable, as wild and barbaric as these race of warriors were, they lived by creed and code and most of all by their honor. They would have stuck to their words and promises no matter what, so going by their promise and the all to powerful power (if that's a word) of greed, almost everyone wanted a shot at becoming king of the horde, but looking at the current situation in front of him, Rezar came to one startling conclusion. All of this has just been an elaborate trap right from the get go.

There were only so few people in Bahrenburg who could stand or put up a proper defense against the orcs, specific forces and factions were targeted with this news, and their best had come here for a chance to become king of the horde. There were portals within the Breone mountains and his o0wn territory and thousands of orcs to travel through them while the entire world was fixated on this sham of a competition. The orcs would have invaded and they would not have realized it at all. There was never going to be any winner, this final game would have been rigged and everyone capable of winning it would be killed.

And not just those with a chance of winning, but those who won't conform to a new world order, which explained the orcs that were killed, bringing Rezar to another conjecture as he ducked under a wild swing from the troll, the crushed bones in his chest swiftly putting themselves back together again. Not all of the orcs are aware of this sham, better yet it seems the entire horde itself was being subtly manipulated to make subtle and adequate preparations for war, the raiding parties going out to get slaves was one of such preparations. There was only one person right at the center of this, and that was Durga, and even more so Rezar knew there was a support behind him, his daughter already gave him a pretty good idea of what or rather who it was…. the Dustin Crowe merchant company.

Rezar raised his injured left arm and let the chain belonging to the other assassin wrap around his forearm. His skin burned and hissed after it came in contact with the metal. Obviously it was either made of silver or was some sort of demonic metal. Rezar gritted his teeth and ignored the pain, as this was a million times more painful and significant of all the pain he has experienced. He pulled back, dragging the assassin towards him like he weights nothing, he balanced himself on his left foot, forcing it to heal faster to the point that he heard an audible pop as he raised his right foot and smashed it forwards.

Sometimes he forgot just how strong he was. He was a vampire, which meant his strength was supernatural as opposed to being trained or coming from stats. He didn't need a bulky body, and it did not relate with hos tough his skin was. So while a simple knife can cut into his skin thousands of times in a second, he would be able to knock down a building with a single punch if he wanted it. Which was why it came as no surprise that his leg went completely through the body of the assassin, his entire leg up to his thigh coated in blood. He threw the corpse aside as he raised his hands up and caught the bludgeoning weapon of the troll from smashing into him. The force of the hit pushed him backwards, causing his legs to dig furrows into the ground. But Rezar caught it, and he had been pushed out into the open, letting Durga and his friends see him from the other shore, Rezar looked up at the obviously dumb and master less troll.

"Now look what you did!"