Morland - Blood and Sweat [Ongoing✓]

Chapter 3 : Awake, What the Hell is This?

- ORIS, OUTSKIRTS -

In most situations, a cavalry unit consisted of more than four riders, and only a handful of them would be dressed in extravagant armor. However, even though their appearance was like that of nobility, these knights had a dignified demeanor and Darrel could feel the imposing aura they were giving off.

'I don't know about these guys, but ranks and titles are a must-have in any game, not only did this give individuals authority, but it also provided them with new powers and abilities.'

Darrel's heart raced, instead of coming up with a solution for his inconvenient situation, he was only scaling it up by giving his brain a more complicated scenario to work out.

The first thing that Darrel had ascertained was that this was not a virtual world nor was it a game of any sort, so assuming that the enemies before him were of the same strength as he, would be a fatal error on his part.

'I have to assume the worst, especially since I can't see their status, nor their health and mana bar.'

Darrel pondered.

If he was level one Darrel assumed the Knights would be higher, and even if they were to somehow be of even levels, the knight's armors looked threateningly high level. If this had been a game of some sort, then his enemies may have been scaled down to accommodate his early level, but Darrel had only concluded that this was not a game.

'At least I should have gotten a clue about my own stats if I have any at all.'

Even after exhibiting signs of magic manipulation, Darrel had no way of knowing what kind of magic he had used, he had no idea if the spell was even a spell let alone what to call if a time to fire it ever came.

'Volt Shot...'

"So you won't surrender huh?" The knight spoke once more, Darrel had been engrossed in assessing his opponent that he had forgotten the knight's earlier warning. "Well, that's good for me."

With the knight off his horse, Darrel felt relieved since the horse had given his foe a combat advantage. Whether this might have been due to Darrel's cautious behavior after getting knocked down, or the knight's hubris, Darrel saw that the field had been evened out even if it was slightly.

"So you guys are knights huh?" Darrel queried rhetorically.

The magic Darrel had exhibited earlier had vanished right after he had been brushed aside by the knight's horse, and with no way to defend himself, Darrel had to buy more time and figure out a way to get that power surging through his body again.

"Holy Knights to you scum!"

The knight exclaimed and then lunged towards Darrel and slammed his shield directly into his abdomen. Darrel staggered a few steps backward from the blow wincing in pain, but he quickly recovered just as he had done earlier.

"So you have some kind of temple you pray to like some little priestesses huh?" Darrel snarked defiantly.

Witnessing his defiance the other knight in silver armor disembarked from his horse and approached the two, but from the distance, Darrel noted the contorted expression of anger on the knight's face. As the knight drew closer, Darrel then saw a faint glimmering glow emanating from the knight's silver armor.

"You dare insult the Holy Knights of Moriandia!" The Knight roared and then charged at Darrel with his sword drawn. "Tears of the heavens, unbind the chains of light, and strike down my enemies with Moria's might!"

With his sword raised towards the sky, a blinding streak of light struck the tip of the blade and then proceeded down the knight's sword, then arm and body leaving him glowing with a flaring white aura around his body.