Orc Wars 2 : Lazarus

Chapter 11- Valentine's Orb Trial Part 2

"Whoa!!" Jace yelled and jolted up, pulling off the VR set. He was sweating. "That was insane! I had forgotten how painful dying was."

"One ..." Ash counted, holding up a finger, "... Lazarus versus Valentine's cursed warrior, Valentine wins." He was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the mattress watching the fight online on his ipad. He could monitor it as it was his trial. "Even watching you is painful. I'm glad I'm not fighting him."

Jace placed a hand on his wildly beating heart trying to calm himself down. He took a deep breath shuddering at the terrifying memory. He got up for some water, walked over to the sink and splashed his face. He felt better.

"Ahhh, I lost 250,000 XP points. Dying is costing me."

"Told you. No one has beaten him yet ... except me of course."

"Where do you find these people?"

Ash laughed. "Give up?"

"No way. That was only my first try." He walked back to the mattress. "Again."

"Okay. It's your funeral," Ash sniggered. "Literally."

Jace took another deep breath, braced himself and logged in. "Here we go."

Lazarus died.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Ash watched as the wounded Assassin lay panting on the ground. He couldn't get up. His leg was useless. A deep cut ran along his right thigh, cutting through muscles and bone. He threw a couple of daggers at the swordsman, one caught him in his shoulder. It did nothing to slow him down. The cursed zombielike warrior barely took notice of his injury and continued his advancement on his enemy.

Warning. Health 9 per cent.

Lazarus grimaced in pain. He had lasted longer this time. Using his hands, he tried to crawl to his fallen sword. Unfortunately, he did not crawl fast enough.

He felt the cold kiss of the cursed saber as it sliced into his exposed back. His body arched in pain as the warrior finished his action swinging his deadly weapon up and out of his victim.

The next thing the Assassin felt was the burning sensation of death. Not again, he mourned even as he trashed helplessly on the ground.

The gaunt warrior waited until the final sparks of his foe had disappeared, then turned and shuffled slowly back to his hut.

Jace groaned as he pulled off the VR set and shuddered with reaction. He took deep breaths to calm himself down. Ash was grinning his head off.

"Five ... that's five times you've died already." Ash ticked off his fingers. "You know, I think you've just set a new record for Orc Wars. Most consecutive deaths in one sitting."

"Shut up."

"I want steak and potatoes for dinner tonight," Ash smirked.

He stuck out his tongue at Ash. "Fine."

Jace ran his hand through his wet dark hair getting it out of his face. "There must be a way," he muttered.

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The three sat in the open-air steak house. Ash gave a satisfied wide smile as he burped loudly and reached for his drink.

"You're terrible," Rose giggled at Ash.