Building a Kingdom and Conquering the World

Chapter 118  "I WILL KILL YOU!"

"Get behind me!" - Ingvar shouted, immediately dropping the knife in his hand and reaching out for a battleaxe hanging by his waist - "Now!" He was the leader of this group and the one with the most experience of the three. Furthermore, he had once hunted down a Winter Orc with another party, but they all had at least a single-tooth necklace, meaning that they were in the First Stage. Even then, it was a tight fight, since the Winter Orcs, with their incredible strength and stamina, could fight even against a Second Stage Warrior.

"Grr!" - The Winter Orc seemed to react to Ingvar's shout as its eyes locked onto the trio, filled with bloodlust as it fully emerged from the shadows of the trees. The massive creature stood at least twelve feet tall, its gray-tinged skin seeming to be a great camouflage to hunt prey on this land without colors. Without a moment of hesitation, seeing the giant creature, Urff and Sulla also dropped their knives and took out their weapons. Urff reached out for two gleaming daggers, and Sulla unslung a bow from her back. They immediately positioned themselves behind Ingvar, their eyes watching anxiously as the gray creature charged at them, almost as fast as a Snowfire Horse, breaking trees and leaving deep footprints in the snow. Ingvar stood firm, tightening his grip on the battleaxe. His narrowed eyes gauged the distance, preparing for the impending threat. The Winter Orc raised its arm with fists closed that descended towards Ingvar like a powerful hammer, filled with openings but with tremendous strength. Ingvar countered, his battleaxe whooshing through the air in a deadly arc towards the side of the Winter Orc. "Damn!" - Ingvar's cry echoed with a mixture of desperation and curse.

The attack had merely pierced through the Orc's skin, drawing a thin line of blood that couldn't even be called damage. It was only a scratch. Noticing that his attack failed, Ingvar tried to pull back his weapon, but it didn't budge. It was stuck in the skin.

"GRRR!" - The attack seemed to enrage the Orc, its eyes turning again towards the fly that had escaped and was now stinging on him. It suddenly swung its arm, much faster than before, giving Ingvar no time to dodge and sending the barbarian flying through the air until he collided with a tree.

Upon the impact, Ingvar didn't painfully scream; it wasn't that he didn't want it, but his voice seemed to vanish as pain spread through his body. It was intense and debilitating.

*Cough*

*Cough*

Ingvar coughed again and again, blood coming out of his mouth, his consciousness almost slipping away. It seemed as if the single attack from the Winter Orc was sufficient to break a few of his ribs. If not for him activating his Tribal Tattoo in the last second and slightly dodging the attack that was supposed to hit his chest directly, Ingvar would be dead.

"I have no time!" - Ingvar screamed inwardly, struggling to stay conscious. He lifted his eyes and saw the huge figure of the Winter Orc approaching him, its teeth grinding against each other, ready to eat its prey.

"Now!" - Urff's shout snapped Ingvar's attention to his teammates, just in time to witness Sulla releasing an arrow, and Urff charging bravely at the Winter Orc, holding his two daggers. The arrow rapidly hit the creature's back, but it fell helplessly to the ground, unable to draw a single drop of blood or even its attention.

"NO! R-Cough" Ingvar tried to shout, raising his hands to make them stop, but the blood surging in his throat made him unable to finish his words.

Urff didn't spare a single glance at Ingvar, his eyes focused on the enemy in front of him. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster as if it was about to jump out of his mouth, but his hands remained firm and his mind focused. The young barbarian understood that he couldn't beat the creature in front of him, and he would probably die if he charged towards it. However, it didn't matter; he was raised to be a brave barbarian, one that didn't leave his comrades behind, one that was crazy enough to get inside an arrow rain falling from the skies and face death without fear. Urff was unafraid of death, like a patient with a terminal disease, only waiting for his time.

"Sulla will warn the village" - This thought passed through Urff's mind as he neared the dreadful enemy, but he soon wiped it off and focused again, knowing that his teammate would take care of it.

In the brief moment before charging towards the creature, he had told Sulla to retreat to the village and warn the others about the Winter Orc and for them to prepare themselves to hunt down this monster. The village's safety came first.

Urff sprinted faster towards the Orc, the snow beneath his boots crunching with every step as the forest seemed to bear witness to the young barbarian's courage. Urff had seen that Ingvar's attacks held no real damage to the creature, so he had to approach with another strategy, aiming for another point of the creature.

"The eyes!" - Urff's mind reached that conclusion after thinking about the other huntings. When dealing with a stronger creature, there was a need to limit its senses to make the hunt easier. And, the eyes were one of the easies ones to be taken out - "We might have a chance if I can do this!" Filled with courage and taking advantage of the Winter Orc, whose eyes were locked on Ingvar's figure, Urff jumped high and opened his arms, holding both daggers, like a mantis ready to strike at its victims. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" - Urff screamed from the top of his lungs, letting out a cry that seemed to come from the deepest parts of his soul, as if his heart was screaming. He reached the neck of the Winter Orc, jumping over twelve feet, his legs rapidly embraced the thick neck of the creature as the daggers in his hands descended towards the orc's eyes in a swift and precise attack. "UUUUUUUURRRRRR!" - A painful noise echoed from the beast's mouth, a sound that didn't seem of this world. It began to contort with pain and almost lost its foot, but the creature managed to stay firm. It was an Orc, known for its stamina and endurance.

"I did it!" - Urff happily screamed in his head as a smile covered his lips. Ingvar, who was on the ground and trying to stand up to join the fight, flashed a surprised look that soon turned into desperation as the Winter Orc madly reached its arms towards Urff, who was hugging its neck with his legs and unable to get out of there quickly. *Crack*

Ingvar heard a cracking sound as the Orc held one of Urff's hands while the young barbarian tried to get away. It madly pulled the fly out of its back, his vision unable to see the color of its prey, but ready to devour it.

"Urff!" - Ingvar shouted, swallowing back the blood that surged to his throat. Driven by a surge of adrenaline and unable to watch helplessly his brother's death, Ingvar summoned every ounce of strength in himself, the Wolf's tattoo in his chest gleaming in a bright blue light, granting him more speed and strength.

Ingvar lifted himself from the ground and clenched his fists, not minding the excruciating pain going through his body, and dashed toward Winter Orc. He had no weapon, only his bare fists.

"Let him go, beast!" - Ingvar's voice thundered, his fists clenched, as he landed a punch on the creature's chest. The injured Winter Orc roared in pain and released Urff, dropping the young barbarian to the ground, like a sack of rice.

"It worked. I will beat the fuck up of this monster!" - Ingvar thought, clenching his fist tighter. He wanted to punch this monster again and again, kill it with his own hands. However, when he was about to deliver another punch, he lost his strength. He was unable to move.

"What happened?"- Ingvar questioned himself, glancing down to see a massive gray fist piercing through his chest. Urff, with both arms broken, watched in horror as the Winter Orc turned around, bleeding from its eyes, and punched towards Ingvar, who dropped to the ground, unable to helplessly, life fading away from his eyes slowly. "INGVAR!" - Urff's desperate and wild cry echoed through the forest, like a person losing its own brother.

"RU-!" - Ingvar attempted to shout from the ground, his eyes looking at the figure dragging of Urff dragging itself through the snow to reach him. He wanted to tell the greenhorn to run away, but only blood spilled from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" - Urff's furious declaration resonated as he rose to his feet, the pain paling in comparison to the grief in his heart. - "I WILL KILL YOU!" With arms swinging lifelessly and without an ounce of strength left, Urff still charged toward the Winter Orc. His eyes were filled with hate as he looked at the creature. He only wanted to kill it. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The blinded Winter Orc sensed the source of the raging voice and swiftly grabbed Urff's head in its massive hand, recognizing the scent of the one who had blinded it. It was mad and hungry.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" - Urff continued to shout, attempting futile kicks as the Orc lifted him, pressing his head as if aiming to crush a watermelon. "GR!" - The Winter Orc growled, opening its mouth with the intent to consume the persistent pest that had injured it.

However, just as it was about to engulf Urff's head, with the kid still alive. The creature felt the air around him warming up at an incredible speed, as if the sun was finally shining upon this cold lands. The Winter Orc, who had never felt warmth in his life turned its head, only to see a giant wave of purple engulfing its vision, like an ocean wave crashing down.

It had never seen something like that. It was beautiful and warm. The Orc wanted to hold it in his hands. However, its wish could never come true. The purple flame was its executioner and not a welcoming signal.

"We came late!" - Henry's voice echoed as he brandished a sword ablaze with purple flames.