Chapter 172: Night Raid

Chapter 172: Night Raid

Gerald quietly sighed. Having machines to automate most of this time-consuming process would be so much easier.

"It seems you got the hang of it" Gerald stood up from the table and stretched his back, "I'm going home now, I'll see you tomorrow, good night!"

He yawned and went to the door.

Alchemist Ashbrew was also tired already and had dark circles under his eyes, however, it seemed that he would be having a sleepless night based on that excited look on his face.

"Ah, yes Good night!" the alchemist answered absentmindedly. He was currently busy writing all his thoughts into a book while his brain was still under the effect of the potion and his mind was still sharp.

For an old man like him, this potion was a godsend. He was worried that after another decade he would be too muddle-headed to operate normally, but now he had a chance to get his mind back to the peak working condition. Of course he would give it his all to not let this opportunity go. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

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Gerald returned to the mansion and absorbed another Essence Core before going to sleep. He had so many things to do and think about, it was honestly quite exhausting.

Teaching four girls chemistry, physics, and magic, as well as making deals with the Auction House, and refining Essence Cores after a hunt

He had too many things on his mind and a good quality sleep was a must.

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It was a dark night under the mountains. The moonlight shined on the snow-covered mountain peaks in the north, but the village on the foot of the mountain was covered in darkness.

There was a distinctive reddish rock sticking out of the ground and pointing to the sky.

Quiet footsteps sounded out in the quiet night and many small shadows quickly advanced towards the village.

Among the wooden and mud-covered houses, the shadows merged and became one, completely disappearing in the darkness.

Crack!

The beast was mocking him with its gaze as it loaded another arrow on the bow.

There came another sharp pain from his lower back. The child-sized beasts stabbed him with a hooked dagger and pulled on his flesh.

Then there was another. It jumped on his chest and dug its claws and teeth on his neck. Another Goblin bit him behind the knee, making him lose his balance and fall down.

Then his left eye suddenly went dark and a piercing pain erupted from his head. He screamed in pain and turned his head, only to see one of the beasts lift a spiked club and bring it back down on him. Then the world went black.

He felt his arms and legs being held down and his body stabbed at least a dozen times. The soldier screamed at the top of his lungs, but then a rock was smashed on his face, breaking his teeth and filling his throat with blood.

Now only gurgling sounds came from him as he choked on his won blood. The extreme fear and panic were the only emotions he had before he died.

The same things happened all over the Bloodhorn village. The males were brutally murdered and devoured, some of them even while still being alive, while the women were beaten up and dragged away into the darkness.

Stabbed, beaten, torn, cut apart, and devoured. Young and old, women and children, none of them were spared by the monsters.

Their blood-curdling screams filled the forest for many hours to come, and the trails of blood on the ground told the story of their struggles.

The mountain wind fanned the flames and the blaze expanded, all of it reflecting in the cold red eyes of an Orc.

The humanoid monster stood there, watching, observing. It did not join in the fight, instead, it was just standing there, silently, until the end.

As the first rays of daylight peaked over the mountains, the destruction was clear. Bloodhorn village was no more.

Blood and ash mixed with each other, forming a vomit-inducing smell of charred human flesh and feces.

Bodies covered the ground and dismembered corpses were scattered all over. Even the farm animals and pets weren't spared. The horses and cows burned in the stables while the chickens and ducks were trampled during the attack.

The fields of emerald-green grains were trampled and burned, leaving a depressing black land of death.

Around noon a few travelers came out of the forest. Almost immediately they stopped and stood there as if petrified. The sight was just too horrifying to see.