The Against All Odds

CH 27 - Revenge

The line of black entities known as Mowldark continued to stagger towards the Fog Village slowly. There was no conversation between them, only firm footsteps that continued side by side treading the rocky streets of the village, as if they were beings without heart and feelings. Seen in their flat eyes, without any expression.

Three grins hidden under their black robes began to appear as torchlight and oil lamps attached along the way began to reveal the darkness they were hiding. This wide smile was not like an ordinary smile, but was more akin to the gluttonous gurgles that seemed from behind the darkness of their bodies.

However, the most frightening thing not only came from the sound of their bells constantly clinking, but a strange smell that seeped around them. An unforgettable fragrance, like a mixture of alluring floral odors and a pungent foul smell, haunted the air. The scent slipped into the noses of those around him, causing some of them to cover their noses with faces full of discomfort.

Alisha is seen squeezing the bow she holds. He firmly tightened his jaw, until part of his molar teeth were visible. His gaze was sharply visible from the sidelines of the wooden barrier above the tower. Leo was aware of the feeling of revenge his friend felt towards the monster, as he also felt the same way. However, Leo is worried that Alisha will do something harmful to herself.

Occasionally, Leo stared at the people around him, while his left hand was bent and his eyes were fixed on every second of the clockwork movement in his watch. "60 seconds."

The sound of the bells grew louder, and Leo peeked to ensure the approaching enemy's movement. "44 seconds."

"39 seconds."

"31 seconds."

However, the moment was interrupted by the actions of one of the young men hiding behind a bush by the side of the road. The young man advanced alone with a wooden spear in his hand and shouted, "Go from my village, you savage monster...!"

This action could ruin the plans they had laid out earlier. Leo felt tense and tried to make a wise decision.

Balfam, though always optimistic and feisty, is also very easily ignited emotions. Seeing one of its citizens advancing alone regardless of the plan they had made, Balfam Gulgar shouted at the man from the top of the tower. However, his efforts did not succeed.

The adult man in his 40s continued to push his spear forward, until he managed to stab the monster in the stomach. A smile of pride emanated on his face as he felt that he had successfully injured the monster. However, his facial expression changed drastically upon realizing that his spear could not be pulled out.

"Well, what's the matter?"

Fear began to creep up on his face. His eyes grew, and sweat poured down his forehead. He felt trapped in an increasingly dire situation because the monster was still alive and started to look back at him. The man tried hard to let go of his spear, but his efforts were in vain. The rampant panic made his pants wet from the warm liquid he had just removed.

As the monster turned its head towards the trapped man, its face grinned with all three terrible mouths. Saliva oozed from its sharp teeth, soaking the cobbled streets with a very foul smell. His long tongue protruded out from every mouth, as if tasting his new prey.

The monster raised both of its hands which had been covered in the sleeves of its robe. His skinny hand had long, sharp nails like a black-colored sword. In the darkness of the night, moonlight illuminated the claws, creating a terrifying flash.

The monster swung both of its hands at an astonishing speed, as if it was about to tear apart the body of the man trapped in fear before him. However, in an instant his steps came to a halt. An arrow shot in and pierced his wide open throat.

His right knee collapsed to the ground, and his dark hand tried to pull out the arrow that was still stuck in. Thick black blood flowed profusely from the wound, and the monster let out a terrifying hoarse roar, its fleeting voice sounding like a human whimpering in pain.

From the height of the village tower, Alisha stood firm with her slender body. In his hand, he held an arrow bow, a weapon he mastered with great skill. With focused sharp eyes, Alisha looked at the line of monsters approaching the village with ferocious strides.

In an instant, with a smooth and confident movement, Alisha pulled the tendon-string bowstring with her powerful right hand. Arrow arcs made of yew tree wood, curved perfectly when the voltage reaches its peak. He took aim for a moment, his eyes locked on his target standing amongst the other monster ranks.

When time seems to stop, Alisha releases her second arrow so quickly and precisely that the monster does not even have time to follow the arrow's movements, even though they cannot see, Mowldark has an almost perfect instinct. The arrow soared to its target with stunning precision, piercing through the skin of the monster at the chest with deadly force.

Alisha not only exudes her skill in shooting, but also a dash of feminine appearance in her calmness. Despite the gripping situation, he is a figure who remains calm and cool, like the cool breeze of a hot night, at the very least, because he wants to protect Leo as hard as he can.

Alisha's attack elicited a response from the villagers. In one echoing cry among the rumbling footsteps, Mr. Balfam led his 'armies' towards the battlefield. That excited shout became a gesture for all the villagers who had prepared to face the threat of the Mowldark.

Along with the cry of their leader, the entire village invaded with a strong determination. Some of them attacked directly, daring to face the approaching black monsters. The wooden spear and short sword were moved cunningly.

On top of the towers and gates of the village, archers and witches like Belladona prepared with their bow and wand. They are ready to attack with long-range strikes, providing support from above for troops on the battlefield.

The aura of Matilda, the girl who was so excited, leaped towards her enemies with a joyful laugh. He moves with the speed and madness of a fearless warrior.

Leo, with his nimble movements and sharp gaze, played his sword agilely. Each of his attacks is guided by the skill and calm he possesses, cutting with precision and defending the ranks of the villagers from the monstrous mowldark attacks.

Not only the leader's shout, the shouts of spirit and other exclamations also echoed on the battlefield, arousing the village's fighters to counter the threat of the Mowldark also avenging their attacks.