《Bayani》The Oracle
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Some of them started running while the rest limped towards the tree, the faster ones started to climb the tree as I raised my hands to give the signal.
The windows of the stronghold opened and multiple warriors started raining down their arrows at the enemies, none of the arrows hit me but those that climbed the tree had a few arrows lodged on their backs. Those that survived the attack reached me and charged but since we're on a branch, they were forced to come at me one-by-one. The first ones to come tried to grab me but before they could even come close, I already minced their hand. I was waiting for another wave of arrows but nothing came so I looked back, it seems like they were out of arrows because the warriors held their swords as they waited for the arrival of the zombies that started to climb their stronghold.
I looked in front of me and saw a long line of zombies, I can't let the zombies reach the young warriors so I jumped down and swung my sword, the entire tree collapsed in one cut. The tree fell and the zombies that climbed it followed, their bodies were either destroyed by the fall or was squashed by the tree
I ran towards the tree and started running upwards, I cut the arms of the zombies I came across before landing on a platform on the Orc stronghold. Any zombies that made their way up were cut down by me, it took longer than I thought but in the end, I managed to kill all the zombies.
I heaved a sigh of relief before I sheathed Vajra on my back and walked inside the stronghold to check on their status.
I entered the house and found everyone bowing with their forehead touching the floor, I was a bit surprised
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"What are you doing?" I asked
"Our Hero, how long have we waited for you" The woman in the frontmost spoke to me
"Hero?" I started laughing deep inside, the word "Hero" just makes me want to puke. It was not like this before I saw how people treated Henz the Hero
I really wasn't in it for the fame or gold or the women, I only wanted the war to end because I'm tired of seeing mothers crying in the graves of their sons, old fathers who bury their own sons. I too wanted peace so I could live my life with Ria without any worries
"Yes, I have foreseen you coming to save us. My name is Dione, the Orc tribe's Oracle" She introduced herself
"Henz" I briefly introduced myself
"Please come in, we may not have much but please enjoy yourself" She pulled into a small round table that the other women prepared
She sat in front of me as the other served simple tea and bread. Dione had a fair skin, a straight pink hair that reaches up to her waist, she has two horns that pointed towards the sky just underneath her eyes which was as dark and deep as pools of ink. Her movements, her way of serving the tea was how noble women would. Dione was wearing a kimono that had a sakura design, the dress was well made and it accentuates her beauty
"If I am not mistaken, you came here to recruit the Orc to your army, correct?" She spoke out
"Since you can see the future, why didn't you warn everyone about the zombie attack?" I asked, it's not because I'm being an asshole, it's because so many lives were lost, this was preventable
"I can not choose what I see and besides, all I see are fragments, I have to piece them together myself" She looked at the side, regretting her own incompetence
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"Is it a curse or a blessing?" I asked
"It's a curse but it has its own uses" She laughed as her eyes lost its life
"How is it a curse?" I asked curiously, it's my first time meeting an Oracle so I couldn't help myself
"I keep seeing how I die and it changes everytime"
"I won't ask any further" Time to draw the line... although it seems a bit late to do that
"It's fine, I'm used to it"
"Since you know what I came for, will all of you follow me?" I asked
At first, I was getting help from the Orc but it looks like it's them who needs help
"I will serve you with all my heart and soul" She agreed
"Then get everyone ready, zombies might come"
"Right away"
We all left and headed for the castle, Zombies... the Undead, what the hell are they planning
We arrived back at the castle with no problems at all, I directed them behind the castle where the warriors started building their homes, the fallen angels also helped. I entered the castle and headed for the throne room but when I swung the doors open, I was surprised with what I saw
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