Chapter 46: The Orc Pyromancer

The lady of Asmara has lost her wits. He followed to see if he can help. But he saw the lady raging, seething with anger as she struck down any foe within her sight. The Captain followed in the distance taking out the Orcs. He and Purple Haired Mage supported the Captain in the shadows or at least tried to.

The Captain was a better fighter. But he was exhausted in killing the Orcs who are far stronger than him. That doesn’t stop the Captain from following the Lady. He was intending to help the lady no matter what. That is the ‘vow’ of the Captain that most of the former war band already knows. His body was obviously tired. A stench of regrets covers the Captain but he doesn’t stop as he carries himself towards danger.

He and she could not fathom the Captain. They are only here to save the Captain when the Lady dies. The two hoped for the lady to give them time. Honestly, they did not care about the lady at all. Their loyalty is towards the Captain. He was the one who saves and serves them in the roads without being thanked or asking for it.

How could they abandon the Captain? Most of the war band is dead. They are lying dead on the ground while the others are fleeing out of fear. Even if they manage to get out there, they are dead. Without maps or the skills, they are dead. The two of them are gambling here and hoping that the Captain that they have trust will be able to survive. The Lady honestly could piss off away inside their heads. Her relevance to them was partly only because of the power she possessed. Without that power, the two wouldn’t have followed her and suffered.

They looked at the Captain with eager and worried eyes. The two followed the Captain while trying not to be a burden. They would be a fool not think that the Captain hasn’t noticed them already. But even so, they try not to show themselves considering that there are some stray Orcs that are lurking around.

The Lady killed her way to the road where the band saw the Pyromancer. The Pyromancer was still on that hill overlooking the burned up caravan. Some orcs are ravaging the wagon and oddly they haven’t touched the horses or butchered them. The Orcs are far from stupid. They can plan their battles, eat, fuck and think too. They aren’t like dire beats or magical monsters. So seeing that they are actually looting the wagon and the carriage, the two understood that they wanted to take the food. No wonder when they searched the burned up caravan they could not see any food and even though the mithril swords were there. They were probably acting as a lure to make any foolish caravan stay and loot the mithril sword. If the orcs have a Pyromancer then it would be a simple task for that Pyromancer to put sigils on the mithril swords that would alarm them.

Pyromancers have the ability to control fire. And not only that they have the ability to control fire, they can control smoke and anything that relates to fire. In other words, the party was doomed the moment it searched the burned caravan that acted as a trap.

The two realized this and even the Captain and the Lady should have realized that they have been played. The Lady however probably knows but she at the moment was seething in rage. Her face was crumpled and her eyes were red. Tears fall like a dam as her steam-like mana erupts in anger. The lady was angry at the death of her maid. She was the only ally of the Lady in the war bad and now she was dead. He and she didn’t even know what killed the maid. But they know that no matter what killed her maid, she was angry about it.

Even the most despicable person in the world would be angry when something precious is taken from them. Gisela was the name of the maid. She was the reasonable maid that would try to ease the tension. She wasn’t a bad person, just serving a rather irritable Lady. They didn’t hate her for her loyalty for the Lady.

How could they hate someone that gives them wine?

So at least they could understand how such a good Maid dying sadly would leave her master maddened. The Lady was bloodied by the blood of the Orcs. She usually would at least parry any blows or try to defend herself. But now, she was just merely using her armor as protection. Her Mana shields are being battered constantly but even so that doesn’t stop the rage driven Lady from advancing forward to the direction of the Pyromancer.

She leaves a trail of the dead behind her. The two could see the Pyromancer looking down on the raging Lady while having such conceited gaze. The Pyromancer had gray skin, like ashes. He had a rather intimidating aura that shakes the soul. The lady could not feel that aura at the moment due to her rage. If the lady was calm then she probably wouldn’t even try to face the monster in front of her.

The lady finally arrives in front of the Pyromancer. Not wasting any time she tried to pierce the Pyromancer only to see her lance blocked by the skin of the Pyromancer. The pyromancers have an ability that can turn their flesh into iron. And seeing that the lance of the Lady wasn’t able to pierce the skin of the Pyromancer, they know that the lady would need to thrust stronger than ever.

The Pyromancer directed its palm towards the lady. A blistering ball of fire appeared and hit the lady as the Lady then gets pushed back and has her back dragged on the ground. The lady spurted blood out of her mouth. Her body shook like a leaf as she uses her Lance to help herself stand up.

It was just the beginning of the battle.