Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 170 I Am Their Worst Nightmare [Part 4]

Enough blood spilled to fill a river, dyeing the ground red.

The Gates of the Stronghold were hacked to pieces, allowing the Orcs to get inside the encampment.

However, as soon as they managed to break through, they found a young man with blue hair blocking their way.

He wore a black robe, with a cape fluttering in the wind.

His purple eyes glowed faintly, and a devilish smile could be seen on his face.

The Orcs were a race that prided themselves in battle. They were fearless, and very few creatures were able to intimidate them.

For them, the foolish boy standing in their way was simply asking to die, so they decided to grant his wish of being sent to the afterlife.

With a blood-curdling roar, the Orcs charged and swung their axes towards the teenager who held a glowing trident in his hands.

Faced with multiple orcs, instead of backing away, Ethan took a step forward and casually thrust his trident forward. Since his weapon had a longer reach, his attack connected first.

What happened next made the warriors of the Allied Tribe, who planned to aid him gasp in shock.

Ethan’s trident hit the Orc’s chest. However, it didn’t draw blood.

Instead, the impact made the Orc fly backward, crashing into the others behind him.

The sound of bones breaking reached his ears, which made the smile on his face widen.

For a brief moment, the Orcs who saw what happened to their comrades froze in shock. However, a few seconds later, their rage took hold of them as they looked at Ethan with bloodshot eyes.

“Kill!” the leading Orc shouted as he ran, crossing the distance in just a few heartbeats.

Just like he had done earlier, the young man took another step forward. This time, his trident pierced through the head of the Leading Orc, killing him instantly.

He then pulled back his trident and stabbed another Orc in the head, ending his life just as easily as he did their leader.

The young man’s thrust was so fast that his trident looked like a blue blur that reaped the lives of anyone who dared to draw near him.

As the bodies of the Orcs stacked in front of him, he casually swung his weapon like a club and sent the corpses flying like a golf ball outside of the stronghold.

Those who were outside the gates had no idea what was going on inside. All they knew was that the Orcs had stopped advancing, which surprised them.

A moment later, the Orcs blocking the way backed away before running for their lives.

“What’s happening?!” the warriors of the Three Great Tribes asked their temporary allies, but the Orcs didn’t give them any answers. They simply ran away as fast as they could.

The Head Hunter of the Three Great Tribe sneered at the fleeing monsters because he thought that they got cold feet.

“I knew that those bastards were useless,” the Head Hunter said. “Rally to me! We will end this battle before midnight!”

The warriors of the Three Great Tribe roared as they followed their Head Hunter towards the destroyed gates of the stronghold.

“So noisy,” Ethan snorted before casually flicking his trident to the side, sending the dead Orc crashing toward the ground.

The gesture was so casual as if the body of the Orc was only as heavy as the wooden cup he used to drink water.

Ethan tapped the handle of his trident on his left palm as he looked at the Head Hunter and his cohorts.

“Well then, what are you all waiting for?” Ethan smirked. “Come. I’ll send you all to the afterlife.”

“In your dreams, Boy!” the Head Hunter lunged at the arrogant teenager with his spear poised to strike.

He was the strongest warrior of one of the Three Great Tribes, and they had even given him a title.

Bear Killer.

He was someone who could easily kill one of the most powerful beasts in their territory, which usually required a team of people to hunt in order to minimize casualties.

The Head Hunter was so sure of his victory that a sneer was plastered on his face as he thrust his spear forward.

Behind him, his cohort engaged the other defenders without hesitation as they were certain that their leader could handle his opponent.

How could he possibly lose to a teenager who was several years younger than him?

Ethan didn’t know what his enemies were thinking, and he didn’t care either. Right now, he felt very intoxicated due to the smell of blood in his surroundings.

The young man sneered back at the Hunter who had just crossed his killing zone.

What his opponents didn’t know was that, compared to the usual Ethan, whose strength was magnified three times due to Magna Amplifco, his strength far surpassed theirs.

Without any performance-boosting spells, he was already four times stronger than his counterpart.

With Magna Amplifico, his body’s strength was boosted three more times, making him twelve times stronger than the blue-eyed Ethan.

The handsome young man casually deflected his opponent’s killing blow before thrusting his trident forward.

This happened in mere seconds, giving the Head Hunter no time to dodge the spear that was aimed towards his heart.

Blood sprayed like a fountain as the trident pierced through the Head Hunter’s chest. His dying cry reverberated in the surroundings, making those who heard it look in his direction.

“Trash,” Ethan muttered. “And here I was, thinking that you were better than your brutish allies.”

Even as his life slowly flashed before his eyes, the Head Hunter still refused to believe that he died at the hands of a young man, whom he believed was not even twenty years old.

The light in his eyes dimmed as he took his last breath. The strongest Head Hunter died as simply as that.

Similar to what he did with the dead Orcs earlier, Ethan tossed the dead Head Hunter to the side before looking at the rest of his cohorts.

“Who’s next?” Ethan asked.

“M-Monster!” one of the warriors stuttered. “Monster!”

Ethan chuckled after hearing the warrior’s accusation.

“Right, I’m a monster,” Ethan replied. “And you are my prey.”

A moment later, the sound of dying screams spread inside the Stronghold as the handsome young man killed and killed some more.

Even though his clothes were dyed with blood, the smirk on his face didn’t fade.

It was as if he was a caged beast that had been released from his prison.

Lily watched this scene with a grim look on her face.

She didn’t know what happened to Ethan for him to become like this. However, she had a feeling that this boost in strength and fighting ability was only a temporary thing.

The moment he returned to his usual self, he would receive some kind of backlash.

As to what kind of backlash that would be, it would probably be as heavy as the number of lives that he had taken on the battlefield, which would likely form a crack in his kind heart, changing his life forever.