Chapter 237: They Don't Stand a Chance

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A few of the lost forsaken found their way back to them as they were dealing with the aftermaths. Warden didn't bother with them; he left it to the soldier to deal with and turned his attention to the isolation formation.

He and Cole had extracted the array flags, and now he was preparing to tweak it just a little more for it to have a wider range of effect. It would surely decrease the intensity of the dark essence, but that wouldn't matter. The isolation was already overkill; they could make do with a lot less.

The work wasn't difficult; Warden made it so when he prepared the design for it. Now, he simply needed to combine the two formations together. It would be done within a couple of hours.

"I didn't think it would go so smoothly," May said.

They were currently in one relatively serene spot, a hundred or so metres away from the slaughter. There were only the five of them. Warden and Cole worked on the formation together, and by together he meant he was synchronising the two parts together, and Cole was doing the laborious part of it.

He had a pretty good hand in runes; with a few months of good practice, perhaps he could be compared to Jenni in terms of runesmithing.

The guy had a good head too. He didn't ask too many questions, watched his work silently, and asked questions only when he didn't understand it.

Lady Cassandra still communicated with hand gestures as her apprentice sister translated for her.

"It was smooth, though we hadn't got the desired effect."

That attack should have reduced the numbers of forsaken to something they could deal with in a fair fight, but they have more than double that number currently.

"Well, I didn't have to heal many people, that's a win in my book," May said.

"Unfortunately, it won't be smooth from here on out," Warden said. "It won't be a one-sided slaughter anymore. The forsaken are protecting the gate zealously; they would not give in easily."

That brought silence among them as they exchanged glances with one another.

"You think your plan won't work anymore?" May asked.

"Not as effectively," Warden husked. He put his mind into the work, but from the look of things, it didn't appear he would get to complete the array.

A couple of soldiers came in scurrying, both of them were actually part of Marcus's crew, which meant they were supposed to only listen to May and Cole on this mission.

"We have got a problem," said the bulkier one.

"Young Lord Tayl is going to attack the gate with his crew," said the other.

Warden frowned and turned to Lady Cassandra, who opened her eyes to meet his gaze.

But the forsaken gave him a tough battle. He had already taken wounds, not that he seemed to care about them. The soldiers that battled were worse off. Ignoring a special few, most of them were in Blackfoot.

Warden didn't come down from the broom and brought out his bow and a quiver full of arrows. His attacks were precise, aiming straight at the skulls of the orcs. In quick succession, his arrows pierced through two orcs, killing them.

Sadly, it seemed there were archers among the orcs as well. As soon as they discovered his location, they began shooting at him. Their aggression towards him didn't require any more description. After all, he was the Purple-eyed Fiend to them.

Warden dodged their attacks flying away on his broom. Well, it did take some pressure off the soldiers. Thankfully, within a couple of minutes, Lady Cassandra and her team had joined the battle.

"You thick-headed fool," May shouted at the young noble who battled against multiple threatening foes. "Do you ever stop to think before you act? How it affected other people, how it..."

May stopped, finding her words weren't getting through to him. Tayl Alebson fought with animalistic glee, his eyes shone with a cold glare, the more blood and wounds accumulated on his body. In the end, all she could do was cast a healing light on him. She couldn't let the stupid sap die...

It didn't take long for Warden to understand that the guy had some kind of Berserk-type ability or class. But the question remained: for how long would he be able to keep this up?

Warden didn't need to know. He turned his broom over to find more of the orcs and trolls were joining the fray after the reinforcements arrived.

Without waiting ceremoniously, Warden intercepted them. In total, there were twenty of the trolls and a few more than that number of orcs, though not all of them decided to join the fray. It seemed like something he could handle on his own.

Warden had both [Maya's Protection] and [The Cloak of Void Radiance] on his body. He hadn't used them much in front of others, but if he used them... these many opponents would not be a problem for him... The only problem was others watching him use the overwhelming skill and abilities of two soul relics...

Warden turned to find Lady Cassandra and her team coming along to help him.

"Stay back," he told them and brought out the arrow flag. He threw them around as they magnetically took positions in a huge octagon, surrounding his foes. "I'll take care of them."

He activated the formation, and a dome of tangible darkness covered the octagonal space. Without anyone keeping the forsaken at bay, they would shortly find their way out.

"Don't be stupid," May shouted from the back.

"Mister Janitor, you need to consider this very carefully..."

"I have," he said. Well, not that Tayl Alebson had left him with any choice. "Trust me, they don't stand a chance."

Warden shot into the dome of darkness,.

Even with all his bravado and confidence, this was going to be tough. Thankfully, this was going to be fun as well.

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