Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Just as Gragas was preparing to deliver the final blow to the injured assassin, another assassin suddenly appeared out of invisibility, their movements agile and cunning, clearly attempting to intercept his attack while Gragas was distracted. But Gragas, as an experienced warrior, had already anticipated this move.
In the nick of time, Gragas swiftly turned to the right and with astonishing speed and strength, firmly grabbed the second assassin by the neck. His hand clamped down like a vice, causing the assassin to instantly fall into a state of extreme suffocation. The assassin struggled in despair as the air grew thin, weakly flailing their fists and legs, but under Gragas's iron grip, all resistance seemed futile and ineffective.
Gragas's eyes revealed determination and ruthlessness. He understood that in this life-or-death situation, any mercy could lead to fatal consequences. The assassin's movements gradually slowed, his eyes filled with panic and despair, but Gragas's expression remained unwavering. He knew he had to make this choice, to protect Darius and to ensure his own survival.
Seeing this, the first assassin roared and rushed at Gragas, attempting to save his comrade. However, Gragas, relying on the agility and cruelty honed on the battlefield, quickly reacted.
He tightly grasped the neck of the second assassin with one hand, using him as a makeshift weapon to forcefully strike the oncoming first assassin. The two assassins' bodies violently collided in the air, emitting a heavy impact sound. The first assassin was struck by this sudden blow and was sent flying backwards, heavily falling onto the snowy ground, struggling to get up.
Without hesitation, Gragas then proceeded to slam the still struggling second assassin onto the hard ground. The assassin's body hit the ground heavily, producing a chilling sound. Gragas then stomped heavily on his neck, suppressing his movements and preventing him from escaping.
At this moment, Gragas's eyes reveal ruthlessness and cruelty, and his actions show a determination to win. This is the ruthless rule of survival in the icy wilderness of Freljord—only the strongest can survive. His eyes flicker with the flames of war, and facing the enemy before him, Gragas demonstrates his unparalleled strength and decisiveness as the chief warrior of Freljord.
A cold and ruthless expression crosses Gragas's face, and with a forceful movement of his foot, accompanied by a crisp sound of bones breaking, the second assassin's neck is mercilessly twisted at an unnatural angle. The body, entwined with death, finally ceases to struggle in this moment, sinking into eternal silence.
The eerie blue light in the assassin's eyes gradually dissipated, like extinguished flames, marking his second death. These once cunning and deadly assassins now met their true end on the cold, desolate plains of Freljord.
Gragas furrowed his brow, his eyes revealing anger and disgust towards this dark magic. He knew that these remnants of life controlled by dark magic were not only a threat to the living, but also a great disrespect to the dead.
The first assassin struggled to stand up from the snow, his eyes flashing with a blue light, indicating that he was still under the control of that evil magic. His movements were clumsy and chaotic, clearly dazed by the heavy blow he had just received.
Gragas coldly stared at the assassin, his heart filled with pity for these warriors being controlled by evil magic, but more so with anger towards the dark forces manipulating them. He knew that these were once the top assassins in their prime, but now they had become soulless killing machines.
In the wind and snow, the figure of the top assassin became increasingly unclear, as the effect of invisibility magic made him move like a ghost in the snow. He wisely chose to retreat, avoiding a direct confrontation with Gragas. This behavior stemmed from his deeply ingrained assassin instinct - when the opponent is too strong, choose to avoid direct conflict and wait for a more favorable opportunity.
Gragas's eyes were as sharp as a wild beast, closely following those subtle footprints, focusing intently. He held a stone the size of a palm in his hand, muscles tensed, ready to strike at any moment. The invisible assassin's trail left brief marks in the snow, accompanied by a slight sound of wind and the drifting of snowflakes, gradually revealing his position.
Suddenly, Gragas's muscles tightened, and he forcefully hurled the stone in his hand. The stone cut through the air with an unmatched force, directly smashing into the assassin's occiput. The air seemed to tear apart with the force of this blow, emitting a sharp, piercing sound.
The assassin's invisibility magic completely disintegrated under this blow, revealing his figure in agony. The stone viciously struck the back of his head, producing a dull thudding sound. The assassin immediately lost his balance, falling forward and kneeling in the snow. The stone was deeply embedded in his head, and a mixture of blood and brain matter slowly oozed from the wound, staining the surrounding white snow.
Gragas stood there, gazing at the scene before him. There was no pity or sadness in his eyes, only a cold and decisive determination. He knew that the battle had finally ended, and those assassins controlled by dark magic had finally found their true release. Gragas turned and returned to the tree hollow, his heart filled with countless thoughts and emotions.
Comment 0 Comment Count