We are on our way to hunt down Longwood in a place called Infautus Village. Its a strange name, strange location all the same. We travel with horse while following the outer part of Sonoran Desert, a swampy and foggy area. It feels like we are entering an entirely different world, a different realm. Once a hot and lush desert with beauty, its now nothing but grey lands with dead vegetations all over. Fogs obscure our vision, as we use our pathfinding skills to find our way. A broken tree branches, a small carving on a tree, and human trails. Hevan found a cart trail, while I find a bottles and shoes of town patrols. The wind died down completely in this place, a blighted and dying part of the desert. Those people patroling might have carrying torches since I find a burned tree branches, that means they are not get used to be here. Then I can see a wooden wall in the distance, among the fogs.
"Hevan, Im going. Cover my back."
Hevan nods, then jump up to the trees quickly and silently. I decide to go to the village head-on, as my armor makes me incapable of being stealthy. With Hevan watching over me, I could scare them in case of anything went wrong. It wont take long before the guards spot me however, they are carrying torch as if in the Middle Ages. Their torch lit the fog like an ember
"Who's there? What do you want?"
"Just passing by."
The skinny guard with orange beard looking at me lazily, as if not caring much about security.
"Can I rest?" I ask.
"Sure, just...get in." He said.
In that point, I realize he's not a guard. He's a Slave, Infaustus Village is a Mansion of a Slavers. Once the gate opened, I can see cages and people in chained. African, Chinese, even Hispanic people. They are all forced to work, while only wearing a ragged and dirty outfit, carrying all kinds of foods and materials for their master.
Killing Longwood will be so much more satisfying.
The guards of the village realize I walk there with ease, they are wearing black coats and masks. Still having a rest, drinking a bottle of rum on my left. The others are still on the watchtower.
One of the guards then noticed me, "Hey, freak! Its the Vigilante!"
They are reaching their guns, and Im already prepared for gunblazing. I put out two guns, shooting them, our gun barrage broke down the silence.
*BANG ! BANG! BANG!*
*SKKRRAAA!*
Two guards down, the others slowly coming from the watchtower. I tell the slaves nearby to move away, don't want them to get into the crossfire.
"To the wall! Take cover!"I said.
When the guards preparing their rifles, one by one they fall by Hevan's deadly bow and arrow.
*Snick! Snick! Snick!*
Three in a row died, their bodies thuds and fall from the wall to the ground, until a gunfire can be heard from the front of the mansion.
*BANG!*
Longwood, the bearded old man with a hunting rifle on his hand, walking steady while the slaves around bow down on the ground.
"Friggin Vigilante..." Longwood smiles, showing his yellow rotten teeth. "Come for my head, eh?"
"More than that." I answered, "Im also here for Karlo. You will pay for all of your sin!"
"Heh..." Longwood snickering as if mocking, "Look at this man. Came'ere all Armored to ruin muh business. Look at all these lowlives, coolies...they are all had their own gain. This is the land of lawless, Steel boy! We are the God! We are the creator of this World. There will be no new century if we only stay, doing nothing in a farm. This world needed to be Forged."
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Reverse 1999 Fanfiction : Wild West Arcanist (English Version)
ФанфикIt was around 1890's, somewhere in Sonoran Desert, a town called Silver Gorge stood in the middle of a scorching hot desert. This town originally was built as a silver mining town, which later grew into a bustling society with working economy. Howev...
