YLTESCIA: A Reincarnator's Tale in the Lands of Merusia (3)

Chapter 436: Booms and Thunders

URRAAAAAKKKK GUAAARRRR

Low and booming voices thundered throughout the corridors, large figures swinging their heavy maces and firing their arrows. The ground shook with every swing and the gales bellowed with every arrow shot.

The Orc King rushed towards the front, his mace swinging and swirling. A loud roar echoed as it screamed, the whole corridor trembling at its every step. Its eyes were red, saliva dripping from its mouth like a feral beast chasing its prey,

Unfortunately for it, it chose the wrong prey. He was a young man, hair black as the night sky and eyes as clear as morningdew. Despite the large figure of the enemy several folds bigger than his, he neither flinched nor panicked.

Rather, he stood his ground and peered towards the enemy. He tilted his head a little and saw another Centaur Warchief join the fray, pulling back their bowstrings and readying themselves to fire at a moments' notice.

GRRROOOOAAARRRRRR

The Orc King roared once more as it closed in on the young man. It raised its heavy mace and with every vein bulging in its arms, it swung it as hard as it could, a loud crash and rumble echoing as the heavy mace struck the ground.

The heavy mace was soon lifted, and both dust and debris crumbled down as it was lifted. However, there was not a single trace of the enemy he had just crushed. There was no blood, no crushed organs, no broken bones, nothing at all.

It tilted its head in confusion, and looked left and right, however, rather than its prey, what it found was pain. A pair of arrows had struck its left shoulder blade. Blood was sprayed on the ground, a pained groan soon echoing in the air.

GUAAAAKKKKKL KURRRR RURRRR

Arrows still stuck in its shoulder blade, the Orc King turned around, seeing two figures before it. They were the Centaur Warchiefs standing from afar, their arrows already fired and they are reloading their bows once more. It was obvious who shot him.

GROOOARRRRR KURAAKKK KURAAKKKK

There was no time to waste. As soon as it identified the target, the Orc King quickly rushed towards the Centaur Warchiefs. The latter didn't waste any time either. As soon as they felt the hostility of the Orc King, they immediately fired their shots.

Arrows were shot and maces were swung. The two forces clashed with one another as their blood dyed the bricky floor and walls red. Screams of agony filled the air and the sound of cracking bones became music floating adrift.

The Orc King brought down its mace and crushed one of the Centaur Warchiefs' left arm. However, the other Centaur Warchief didn't let it be. It soon fired an arrow to the enemy's eye, a pained bellow thundering all over the place as it cried.

Whilst such chaos occurred, and the monsters were brutally killing one another, a single figure watched them from afar. He was hovering in the air, watching the show unfold and taking notes of what he's observing, eyes clear as can be.

"Hmm... The Centaurs are quite weak in close combat, but surprisingly, they can hold their ground, huh... Interesting..." ［Grey］

That figure was none other than Grey, and now, he's taking his sweet time together, learning about the feral nature of monsters and how to better use them against one another. He was like a field biologist, only that it was a far more dangerous job.

Of course, the reason why the monsters are fighting was none other than Grey as well. He had landed on the Orc King's shoulder blade when he dodged, prompting the Centaur Warchiefs to shoot, and the rest is history.

"Hmm... The Orc King seems to be overwhelmed... I guess the Centaur Warchiefs'  cooperation is much better than I thought..." ［Grey］

Over an hour has passed since Grey and Yuna arrived at the sixth floor, and after clearing out the traps, they have now arrived on the 7th floor. The monsters are all at least B-rank, with some A-ranks wandering around here and there.