《The Adventures of the Mask Maker》Raid Against the Demon Orc
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News of the demon orc spread throughout the town. Everyone in the guild were preparing to fight the final boss. However...I know of something that none of the adventurers know. The Lizardmen clans are also preparing war and they will be marching towards the orc army soon. After I left the guild, I immediately head towards the Lizardmen encampment. Once, I neared their camp, I caught sight of a Lizardman running towards the camp.
"That Lizardman must be the scout." I mused.
Quickly, I sneak attacked the scout and broke his neck. Using my skinning knife, I removed his face and then made it into a mask. After I hid the body, I donned on the Lizardman Scout mask and transformed. After calming myself and mused over what to report, I hurried into the camp.
"Chieftain report!" I exclaimed.
"What is it? Have you found their fortress?" An old Lizardman said. Apparently, he is the Chieftain of the Lizardmen clan.
"Yes, but I found out that humans and other beastmen are preparing to attack the orc armies as well. I heard that these humans call themselves Adventurers and that they are part of an Adventurer Guild." I reported.
"Oh really?" Another elderly Lizardman replied. "Chieftain, what should we do? Should we call off the attack? What if those hairless monkeys decide to attack us as well? We can't suffer a pincer attack from both adventurers and orcs!"
"If I may, Elder...I overheard that these adventurers' leader was asking for the help of many beastmen as well during their march towards the orc encampment. I also heard that they even considered asking us for help." I added.
"Is that so?" The Chieftain asked. "I heard that the humans have a saying - 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'. We can make use of this. If they see us attack the orcs and leave us alone, then fine."
"But what if they attack us?" The Elder asked.
"What are you afraid of? If they attack us, we'll slaughter them too! Okay, it's settled. Warriors! Take up your weapons! Le's march!"
The Chieftain is worthy of being a leader. Just a few simple words and he could dispel all forms of hesitation in the eyes and hearts of his warriors. All the Lizardmen cheered as they raise their weapons and started marching towards the Orc army.
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An hour later....
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The Lizardmen army has arrived. In the distance, they can see many humans and beastmen in a fierce battle with many orcs. Without a moment of hesitation, the Chieftain urged his warriors to attack...attack those pig bastards. All the Lizardmen roared as they rushed towards the huge battle. Initially, there were many adventurers including Shiyo, PK, Quilink, Shadow, Mistral, and Speary that saw the approaching Lizardmen and tensed in fear and worry. However, when they saw that the Lizardmen were only attacking orcs, they calmed down a bit. So...two separate armies - the Lizardmen army and the Adventurers - attacked the Orc army, one group on each side. There were a few skirmishes between the Lizardmen and the Adventurers, but the main focus was on the Orcs.
Seeing the chaos, I decided to leave and approach my next destination. However, an idea appeared in my head as I saw the Lizardman Chieftain fight near me. With no one looking, I hurried over to the Chieftain. With a swipe, I switched my Lizardman mask with my Orc mask. Raising my Skinning knife, I chopped off the Lizardman Chieftain's tail. With a yelp, the Chieftain turned around. As soon as he turned around, a flash of light appeared and his head tumbled onto the ground.
Many Lizardmen saw the head and roared in grief. "Chieftain!!! Warriors! We must avenge our Chieftain. KILL those pig bastards!!!"
With new vigor, the Lizardmen continued slaughtering orcs left and right using their teeth, claws, and whatever weapons they could get their hands on...making the battlefield reek with blood and gore. In the midst of their berserk, I switched with my Ghost mask and turned invisible. Grabbing the Chieftain Lizardman's head, I quietly left the scene.
Finally out of the battle, I ventured deeper into the Orc camp. Since most of the orcs are on the frontlines battling Lizardmen and Adventurers, the center of the camp is loosely guarded. I quickly approached each guard and killed them by phasing their hearts out of their bodies. Finishing, I looked around. Spotting a huge hut, I phased through the entrance. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I see an Orc King sleeping soundly.
"This lazy pig is sleeping while his soldiers are out fighting." I muttered. "Hmm, apparently this must be one of that dead Orc King's brothers. If I kill him, I can use it to my advantage."
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Slowly, I took off my Ghost mask and approached the Orc King. With a swipe of my skinning knife, I slit his throat...or so I thought. Right as my knife reached the Orc King's throat, the Orc King woke up and rolled to the side. He got up and shouted "Guards! Guards! There's an Assassin!"
"Hahaha," I chuckled, "No one is going to come to your aid. They're all...how should I say it...heartless."
"You! You are one of those hairless monkeys!"
"What is with you calling us humans hairless monkeys? You're bald as well!"
"You! Hmph, you will pay for that!" The Orc King sneered as he picked up his battleaxe and lunged towards me.
Easily dodging the first strike, I prepared to counter with a thrust...but never did I know that this fat pig was very fast. Before his first strike finished, it suddenly changed direction and rushed towards me in a horizontal slash. I dodged in the nick of time - my hair cut short on one side. I jumped back to add some distance and took out my Basilisk Mask. The Orc King stared in astonishment as I transformed into a Basilisk. As I opened my Basilisk Eye, I found that the Orc King had averted his eyes. It seems that this Orc King has some experience in dealing with basilisks. With a humph, I rushed towards the Orc King and thrust out a kick. He dodged it and swung at my feet. I jumped up to avoid, but the battleaxe changed direction again and slashed upwards towards me. *SLASH* The attack slashed at my body and a big fatally looking wound appeared. I lay there on the ground, blood pouring and organs spilling out. The Orc King...seeing that I am near death loosened his guard and approached me.
"Hahaha, you weak trash! Trying to attack me with cheap tricks and this measly amount of attack power? Ha!" The Orc King lifted his head back and laughed.
Just at this moment, my mask wore off and I reverted back to human form. All the damage dealt to me while I was wearing the mask disappeared when I changed back. At 100% health and 100% stamina, I sprung back up and sliced with my Skinning knife. *Puchi*...and the Orc King weapon arm was dismembered.
In pain, the Orc King grabbed is wound with his remaining hand and looked at me in terror and panic. "You! Why are you still alive?!"
"Hahaha, this is just a special power of my masks. It is your fault for being too careless." I laughed, "Now...give me your face."
With a lunge, I expertly and swiftly removed the Orc King's face. The Orc King fell backwards and rolled around in pain. With so much blood loss, he died in a matter of minutes. Once I witness his death with my own eyes, I dried, preserved, and stored the Orc King's face into my backpack. Then, I activated Maker's Domain and began making the Orc King's face into a mask. Quickly, I finished the mask and appraised it.
Orc King Mask: A-rank
Transforms user into an Orc King
Permanent/No-limit
Indestructible
24 hour cooldown
Abilities:
Warcry of the Orc King - Command all orcs under Orc King rank
Combat capabilities increase by 3 times when using a battleaxe
Special Attribute:
Charisma increases by 500% - all orcs under Orc King rank will listen to you without question.
Satisfied with the mask, I deactivated Maker's Domain. Putting on the Orc King mask, I transformed into the Orc King. Picking up the battleaxe on the ground, I immediately feel an increase in power. I walked outside in disguise and activated Warcry of the Orc King.
"RRROOOOAAAARRRR!!!! THE DEMON ORC HAS ABANDONED US TO THE ENEMIES!! ALL ORCS RETREAT BACK TO THE FORTRESS AND ATTACK THAT INSOLENT BASTARD!!! THE DEMON ORC IS THE ENEMY!!!!!!"
With this roar resounding in the orcs ears, their minds...as if hypnotized...began to play one sentence...'The demon orc is the enemy!'. The eyes of all orcs flashed with anger, and the hearts of all orcs burned with rage. 'The demon orc has abandoned us? He is the enemy! KILL HIM!'
The orcs turned around and hurried back towards camp with the Lizardmen and Adventurers following closely behind. The orcs arrived at the fortress and started to attack the demon orc's guards and the demon orc. Satisfied with my work, I reverted back to human form and joined the ranks of my fellow adventurers.
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