Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Surely enough, after seeing what was going inside the last big tent, the system issued him with a new mission
MISSIONS
Available Missions
[
*Rescue the hostage {Urgent Mission}
Reward: 1000 points
: New Language Knowledge
Failure : -5000 points
.....
*Kill the last Galuk shaman
Reward: 2000 points
*Kill all the shaman apprentices
Reward: 150 points/apprentice
*Kill the Galuk Chieftain
Reward: Surrender of the Galuk Tribe
]
The gears in Xiao Chen’s brain started spinning quickly. He needs to come up with a quick plan to successfully rescue the hostage.
Looking at his companions, Xiao Chen started creating scenarios within his mind. He was creating simulations of the probable outcomes. Sakh’arran took a peek inside the tent after Xiao Chen came up with a plan.
Positioning his right eye upon the small hole, Sakh’arran observed the inside of the tent and quickly caught sight of the bounded hostage. With the help of the dim light from the torches, he saw the unique features of the hostage.
“Sand people...”
He muttered to which Xiao Chen quickly got confused and curious
“Sand people?”
Xiao Chen asked in a low voice, barely audible to Sakh’arran
“Yes, chief... sand people… they are somewhat relatives of the pinkskins who lives within the Burning Sands”
the explanation of Sakh’arran deeply intrigued Xiao Chen and motivated him further to save the sand person.
*****
Loud sounds of fighting soon echoed through the tribe, alerting the Galuks that enemies are upon them.
“Death to all.. who oppose the rule of the chief!!!”
“Awooh... awooh... awooh”
The First Xin Infantry Battalion made their presence known as they push forward through the Galuk tribe settlement in their tight formation, skewering any foolish enemy who blindly charged at them.
“A chance...”
Xiao Chen muttered as he signaled Sakh’arran and the others to hide in ambush among the shadows. A few moments later, the last Galuk shaman with his apprentices in tow came out of the tent, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.
Without wasting time, Xiao Chen sprang into action. He slashed the nearest apprentice to him while Galum’nor rammed the last Galuk shaman, who was about to invoke his power. Powerless, the apprentices fell down quickly, only leaving behind the Galuk shaman, who was busy trying to survive Galum’nor’s strikes.
Xiao Chen sprinted towards the tent and tried to enter and rescue the hostage quickly, but he was in for a big surprise. Raising the flaps of the tent, he was greeted with an enormous foot which sent him arcing in the air, trying to shake off the pain. His vision was a bit blurry after receiving a foot directly in the face.
“Chief...”
Sakh’arran quickly worriedly yelled as he charged at the Galuk chieftain but was quickly knocked back by a rough wooden club.
Regaining a clear thought and vision, Xiao Chen stood up and stared at the Galuk chieftain, angrily stomping the ground.
“Puny ones.... come and taste Modorr’s club”
The Galuk chieftain taunted as he smash left and right with his wooden club, creating a cloud of dust and dirt. Securing his shield to his left and his sword tightly gripped on his right, Xiao Chen slowly inched forward towards Modorr.
Losing his patience, Modorr quickly sprinted forward towards Xiao Chen, who braced himself for impact hiding behind his shield.
“Bam”
With Modorr’s stronger and bigger physique, Xiao Chen once again soared in the air, his shield leaving his left hand as he crashed through a nearby tent and gasped for air. The impact of Modorr’s charged knocked the winds out of his lungs.
In the distance, Sakh’arran’s warg riding companions were busy fending off the Galuk tribe warriors who came to aid their chief. A few paces away, Sakh’arran was stumbling as he tried to fend off four Galuks who were angrily besieging him.
“Hahaha... little one… come... Modorr... still not satisfied”
Modorr taunted again as Xiao Chen got up to his feet. ‘The bigger they are, the harder they fall’ Xiao Chen thought as he readied his sword. Sprinting forward, he charged at the grinning Modorr.
With a powerful swing, Modorr tried to send Xiao Chen in the air again by swinging horizontally, to which Xiao Chen ducked down and slid closed to the ground on his knees, receiving a few scratches to his knees. With the momentum of his slide, he slashed Modorr’s left calf, leaving behind a nasty wound.
“Argh!”
Modorr screamed in pain as his calf got cut and bled profusely. Giving him no room to retreat, Xiao Chen sprung up to his feet and charged at the screaming Modorr. With quick movements, Xiao Chen slashed Modorr’s right thigh. Angry and bleeding, Modorr tried to bash Xiao Chen into meat-paste, but with the Haste spell cast on himself, Xiao Chen quickly escaped from Modorr’s reach.
Out of nowhere, a Galuk warrior pounced on Xiao Chen, sending him tumbling towards Modorr. Looking up, Xiao Chen saw Modorr’s savage smirk as his club came crashing down. Rolling away quickly and escaping the grasp of the Galuk warrior, Xiao Chen barely escaped being turned into a meat-paste like the unlucky Galuk warrior who got crushed under Modorr’s club.
Xiao Chen quickly got on his feet and pounced on Modorr who was still unaware that his suppose target evaded his attack because of the cloud of dust, blood and bits of flesh that hampered his vision. Xiao Chen grasped Modorr’s shoulders as he stabbed his sword through the Galuk chieftain’s neck, then jumped away quickly, escaping Modorr’s huge hands as he tried to catch him.
Modorr grasped his neck which was bleeding, his mouth now filled with blood and his face had a confused look as he stared at Xiao Chen a few feet away staring at him who was supposed to be already dead, crushed by his club on the ground.
As the cloud of dust cleared, Modorr finally saw the result of his previous attack, a poor Galuk warrior, who now had his face crushed and unrecognizable was under his feet.
A few seconds later, while gurgling blood, Modorr finally fell down as he struggled to stop his blood from flowing out of his neck. Modorr thrashed on the ground for a few moments, then finally stayed still.
Upon Modorr’s death, Xiao Chen finally heaved a sigh of relief as he heard the system’s notification for a completed mission.
Covered in blood and pieces of flesh, Galum’nor finally emerged from the ruined tents. He had a few burns on his body and some of them are still smoking and the scent of burnt meat can be smelled from him.
Upon the death of Modorr, the Galuk warriors finally dropped their weapons and surrendered. The news of the Galuk chieftain’s death finally reached the frontline and the entire Galuk tribe, or what remains of them, surrendered.
Panting heavily, Xiao Chen then entered Modorr’s tent and there he saw the bronze skinned human. With long messy black hair, a charming face by Xiao Chen’s standards, shiny bronze colored skin, but what stood out the most were the two bulges on the chest of the bounded hostage. Xiao Chen’s gaze lingered on those two bulges for a long time and luckily the sand person was unconscious or else he will be surely called a perverted monster.
Cutting the hostage loose from her restraints, Xiao Chen saw some wounds on her back which were bandaged crudely with a piece of cloth. Her hands weren’t soft as he had expected, but firm and coarse just like his. She was around five and a half feet tall with a slim body frame.
Inspecting the things inside the tent, Xiao Chen saw coins, human coins to be precise, much like the ones that he had given Hakarr. There were three full chests of them, gathered together with some iron wares like what seemed to be tools for building and crafting.
*****
Laying down the sand person against the wooden pole that she was bound to, Xiao Chen walked towards the belongings of the Galuk chieftain.
There were also jars of some liquid. Taking a sniff, an alcoholic yet fruity scent assaulted his nose. Taking a small sip, Xiao Chen finally knew what it was, ale. It had a taste almost similar to cheap modern beer.
Rummaging around the belongings of Modorr, Xiao Chen found some shiny gems in different colors and shapes, contained in a small box.
Xiao Chen was busy rummaging through the valuables of Modorr and didn’t notice the sand person regaining her consciousness. The sand person stumbled to her foot as she looked around and saw the back of Xiao Chen. She quickly but silently dashed towards a sword lying around and gripped it with both hands, slowly inching towards the unaware Xiao Chen.