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Chapter 351 Chapter 351
Far away from the noise of the location where the eventful and noisy night took place, a woman coughed a mouthful of blood as she opened her eyes. She was gritting her teeth in pain. Unless someone knew of the ins and outs of his abilities, they would surely think that she was cursed.
Pain assaulted her senses and blood leaked out from the wounds that suddenly emerged upon her body. Upon noticing the current well-being of the one that they were in-charge of, the servants who were wide awake scrambled to call for the physicians of the castle.
"It happened again!"
"Quick! Rush to the miss' room!"
Shouts of panic and alarm echoed throughout the hallways of the castle and rapid footsteps that come and go disturbed the tranquillity of the night. The head of the castle even rose from his slumber after hearing of what just happened.
"Did the mages and priests detected something?" the head of the house slipped on some more clothes on the top of his sleeping attire since his get up was not something that was supposed to be seen by the public even if it is within his own home.
"Nothing of the moment, My Lord." The head butler readily replied as he helped his master put on some more clothes. The things that were happening on the young miss was something that came suddenly and mysteriously. None of them expected her to suffer such a cruel fate after just staying within the walls of the castle since she has been well the last months without anything bad happening to her.
"The priests suspects that she was being punished by the divine while the mages debates that it could be some sort of curse spell that was casted on her. But one thing is certain; they all just have suspicions but nothing definite." The head butler continued as he tailed after their master.
Inside a well-lit room, a woman was enduring excruciating pain and weak groans were escaping from her lips. The lord of the house investigated the wounds that were visible which was on her arms and legs and he was almost definitely certain that such wounds would originate from a battlefield.
"Before it happened, did you notice something out of the ordinary?" the lord turned his head towards the mage and priest who were on standby on the parallel rooms beside her guest's room to respond to the mysterious occurrence.
"Nothing... I have casted protection spells, detection spells and few other spells to either restrict it from happening or trace the mysterious origin of her wounds but nothing came out. All the spells were left untouched." The mage that was watching over his guest had a puzzled look on his face. Of all his years, this was the first time that he couldn't find any lead of something. There were no magical fluctuations at all.
"How about you?" the lord turned his head attention towards the head priest who was meditating right beside the mage, trying to focus on something. If it wasn't magical then perhaps it has something to do with the spirit. That was what he suspected.
"I felt no movement at all except for the usual thing from this house. This must be something that we haven't encountered before. A certain power that we knew nothing about." The head priest replied while mumbling some sort of a prayer under his breath as he closed his eyes again trying to feel the spirits and the divine.
"I am fine. There is nothing to worry about." The woman's weak voice came and she soon sat up from her bed which was covered in her blood and sweat. All the wounds that suddenly appeared mysteriously also vanish the same way. In front of them was a healthy woman with no traces of her previous injuries except for the fact that she looked exhausted, that's all.
"Are you certain that you are fine? This is already the third time that this happened." The master of the house was worried for the well-being of his guest. He took her under his wing and he must protect her as much as he can.
"I am alright. Perhaps this might be the last time that this will happen." She replied with a smile but deep inside her, she knew that this is but just the beginning.? If they just knew of the origin of her wounds then they would surely be shocked. She didn't expect to face off against the strongest warriors of the king very early but now at the very least she gained some information about their fighting capabilities.
There was also the thing about a seal that the strongest combatants of the king were talking about that she managed to learn. The battle prowess of the three was actually just there sealed state, what more if they break their seals like what she have heard. She shuddered internally imagining what those three can actually do in their full power.
*****
Far towards the vast expanse of the desert, Duke Hanbal and his troops anchored there camp towards one side of the river. They have been on full retreat and had no plans of engaging with the enemies that were chasing after them but it seemed that their foes were hell-bent on pursuing them.
Darkness was their greatest foe since their combat capability during the night was greatly hampered due to problems with their vision. Humans have limited sight in darkness but the orcs had no qualms with it.
Commander Trakaros reported that their rear-guard have been suffering casualties without knowing who strike them down nor did they see who among their foes was responsible for it.
Hidden in the dark, the hunters of the night who work in small groups among the orcs kept on stalking the enemy army. They strike when the enemy less expected them and they attack with swiftness and precision. Before anyone from their foes realizes what occurred, they would have been long gone, hidden by the silhouette of the night.
Khao'khen has tasked the Verakhs to chip the number of the enemy army since they were on full retreat and weren't mounting any sort of counter-attack. The enemy army was so focused on retreating and refused any call for battle from their side.
For as long as the enemy army doesn't make camp, the Verakhs would always be hot on their asses. The warriors under Khao'khen were getting irked by the absence of a good fight, specifically the orcs. But what can they do, the enemy army refuses to fight and they can do nothing but chase after them.
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Chapter 351 Chapter 351
Far away from the noise of the location where the eventful and noisy night took place, a woman coughed a mouthful of blood as she opened her eyes. She was gritting her teeth in pain. Unless someone knew of the ins and outs of his abilities, they would surely think that she was cursed.
Pain assaulted her senses and blood leaked out from the wounds that suddenly emerged upon her body. Upon noticing the current well-being of the one that they were in-charge of, the servants who were wide awake scrambled to call for the physicians of the castle.
"It happened again!"
"Quick! Rush to the miss' room!"
Shouts of panic and alarm echoed throughout the hallways of the castle and rapid footsteps that come and go disturbed the tranquillity of the night. The head of the castle even rose from his slumber after hearing of what just happened.
"Did the mages and priests detected something?" the head of the house slipped on some more clothes on the top of his sleeping attire since his get up was not something that was supposed to be seen by the public even if it is within his own home.
"Nothing of the moment, My Lord." The head butler readily replied as he helped his master put on some more clothes. The things that were happening on the young miss was something that came suddenly and mysteriously. None of them expected her to suffer such a cruel fate after just staying within the walls of the castle since she has been well the last months without anything bad happening to her.
"The priests suspects that she was being punished by the divine while the mages debates that it could be some sort of curse spell that was casted on her. But one thing is certain; they all just have suspicions but nothing definite." The head butler continued as he tailed after their master.
Inside a well-lit room, a woman was enduring excruciating pain and weak groans were escaping from her lips. The lord of the house investigated the wounds that were visible which was on her arms and legs and he was almost definitely certain that such wounds would originate from a battlefield.
"Before it happened, did you notice something out of the ordinary?" the lord turned his head towards the mage and priest who were on standby on the parallel rooms beside her guest's room to respond to the mysterious occurrence.
"Nothing... I have casted protection spells, detection spells and few other spells to either restrict it from happening or trace the mysterious origin of her wounds but nothing came out. All the spells were left untouched." The mage that was watching over his guest had a puzzled look on his face. Of all his years, this was the first time that he couldn't find any lead of something. There were no magical fluctuations at all.
"How about you?" the lord turned his head attention towards the head priest who was meditating right beside the mage, trying to focus on something. If it wasn't magical then perhaps it has something to do with the spirit. That was what he suspected.
"I felt no movement at all except for the usual thing from this house. This must be something that we haven't encountered before. A certain power that we knew nothing about." The head priest replied while mumbling some sort of a prayer under his breath as he closed his eyes again trying to feel the spirits and the divine.
"I am fine. There is nothing to worry about." The woman's weak voice came and she soon sat up from her bed which was covered in her blood and sweat. All the wounds that suddenly appeared mysteriously also vanish the same way. In front of them was a healthy woman with no traces of her previous injuries except for the fact that she looked exhausted, that's all.
"Are you certain that you are fine? This is already the third time that this happened." The master of the house was worried for the well-being of his guest. He took her under his wing and he must protect her as much as he can.
"I am alright. Perhaps this might be the last time that this will happen." She replied with a smile but deep inside her, she knew that this is but just the beginning.? If they just knew of the origin of her wounds then they would surely be shocked. She didn't expect to face off against the strongest warriors of the king very early but now at the very least she gained some information about their fighting capabilities.
There was also the thing about a seal that the strongest combatants of the king were talking about that she managed to learn. The battle prowess of the three was actually just there sealed state, what more if they break their seals like what she have heard. She shuddered internally imagining what those three can actually do in their full power.
*****
Far towards the vast expanse of the desert, Duke Hanbal and his troops anchored there camp towards one side of the river. They have been on full retreat and had no plans of engaging with the enemies that were chasing after them but it seemed that their foes were hell-bent on pursuing them.
Darkness was their greatest foe since their combat capability during the night was greatly hampered due to problems with their vision. Humans have limited sight in darkness but the orcs had no qualms with it.
Commander Trakaros reported that their rear-guard have been suffering casualties without knowing who strike them down nor did they see who among their foes was responsible for it.
Hidden in the dark, the hunters of the night who work in small groups among the orcs kept on stalking the enemy army. They strike when the enemy less expected them and they attack with swiftness and precision. Before anyone from their foes realizes what occurred, they would have been long gone, hidden by the silhouette of the night.
Khao'khen has tasked the Verakhs to chip the number of the enemy army since they were on full retreat and weren't mounting any sort of counter-attack. The enemy army was so focused on retreating and refused any call for battle from their side.
For as long as the enemy army doesn't make camp, the Verakhs would always be hot on their asses. The warriors under Khao'khen were getting irked by the absence of a good fight, specifically the orcs. But what can they do, the enemy army refuses to fight and they can do nothing but chase after them.
Chapter 351 Chapter 351 Far away from the noise of the location where the eventful and noisy night took place, a woman coughed a mouthful of blood as she opened her eyes. She was gritting her teeth in pain. Unless someone knew of the ins and outs of his abilities, they would surely think that she was cursed. Pain assaulted her senses and blood leaked out from the wounds that suddenly emerged upon her body. Upon noticing the current well-being of the one that they were in-charge of, the servants who were wide awake scrambled to call for the physicians of the castle. "It happened again!" "Quick! Rush to the miss' room!" Shouts of panic and alarm echoed throughout the hallways of the castle and rapid footsteps that come and go disturbed the tranquillity of the night. The head of the castle even rose from his slumber after hearing of what just happened. "Did the mages and priests detected something?" the head of the house slipped on some more clothes on the top of his sleeping attire since his get up was not something that was supposed to be seen by the public even if it is within his own home. "Nothing of the moment, My Lord." The head butler readily replied as he helped his master put on some more clothes. The things that were happening on the young miss was something that came suddenly and mysteriously. None of them expected her to suffer such a cruel fate after just staying within the walls of the castle since she has been well the last months without anything bad happening to her. "The priests suspects that she was being punished by the divine while the mages debates that it could be some sort of curse spell that was casted on her. But one thing is certain; they all just have suspicions but nothing definite." The head butler continued as he tailed after their master. Inside a well-lit room, a woman was enduring excruciating pain and weak groans were escaping from her lips. The lord of the house investigated the wounds that were visible which was on her arms and legs and he was almost definitely certain that such wounds would originate from a battlefield. "Before it happened, did you notice something out of the ordinary?" the lord turned his head towards the mage and priest who were on standby on the parallel rooms beside her guest's room to respond to the mysterious occurrence. "Nothing... I have casted protection spells, detection spells and few other spells to either restrict it from happening or trace the mysterious origin of her wounds but nothing came out. All the spells were left untouched." The mage that was watching over his guest had a puzzled look on his face. Of all his years, this was the first time that he couldn't find any lead of something. There were no magical fluctuations at all. "How about you?" the lord turned his head attention towards the head priest who was meditating right beside the mage, trying to focus on something. If it wasn't magical then perhaps it has something to do with the spirit. That was what he suspected. "I felt no movement at all except for the usual thing from this house. This must be something that we haven't encountered before. A certain power that we knew nothing about." The head priest replied while mumbling some sort of a prayer under his breath as he closed his eyes again trying to feel the spirits and the divine. "I am fine. There is nothing to worry about." The woman's weak voice came and she soon sat up from her bed which was covered in her blood and sweat. All the wounds that suddenly appeared mysteriously also vanish the same way. In front of them was a healthy woman with no traces of her previous injuries except for the fact that she looked exhausted, that's all. "Are you certain that you are fine? This is already the third time that this happened." The master of the house was worried for the well-being of his guest. He took her under his wing and he must protect her as much as he can. "I am alright. Perhaps this might be the last time that this will happen." She replied with a smile but deep inside her, she knew that this is but just the beginning.? If they just knew of the origin of her wounds then they would surely be shocked. She didn't expect to face off against the strongest warriors of the king very early but now at the very least she gained some information about their fighting capabilities. There was also the thing about a seal that the strongest combatants of the king were talking about that she managed to learn. The battle prowess of the three was actually just there sealed state, what more if they break their seals like what she have heard. She shuddered internally imagining what those three can actually do in their full power. ***** Far towards the vast expanse of the desert, Duke Hanbal and his troops anchored there camp towards one side of the river. They have been on full retreat and had no plans of engaging with the enemies that were chasing after them but it seemed that their foes were hell-bent on pursuing them. Darkness was their greatest foe since their combat capability during the night was greatly hampered due to problems with their vision. Humans have limited sight in darkness but the orcs had no qualms with it. Commander Trakaros reported that their rear-guard have been suffering casualties without knowing who strike them down nor did they see who among their foes was responsible for it. Hidden in the dark, the hunters of the night who work in small groups among the orcs kept on stalking the enemy army. They strike when the enemy less expected them and they attack with swiftness and precision. Before anyone from their foes realizes what occurred, they would have been long gone, hidden by the silhouette of the night. Khao'khen has tasked the Verakhs to chip the number of the enemy army since they were on full retreat and weren't mounting any sort of counter-attack. The enemy army was so focused on retreating and refused any call for battle from their side. For as long as the enemy army doesn't make camp, the Verakhs would always be hot on their asses. The warriors under Khao'khen were getting irked by the absence of a good fight, specifically the orcs. But what can they do, the enemy army refuses to fight and they can do nothing but chase after them.
