Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 84. Karlok!

84. Karlok!

Eryndor was the first to kick the fight into an explosive start as he charged forward with Merylin following behind. The figure in the smoke started to walk forward to meet them, the crackle of flames roared as waves of flames surged, merged and broke apart. The noise of the battle filled with a cacophony of dissonance as no one knew who was winning or losing anymore. The appearance of one elf had tipped the scale but whether he could entirely flip the whole situation would be decided by the outcome of the battle.

"I’ll go high you go low." Eryndor announced to his unlikely ally but she gave no response. To him he believed a bigger target was much easier to take down regardless of whatever crazy mana it had.

Boy was he wrong.

There was a flash of white light that came from ahead, a light that could not be hidden by the thick smoke. They both saw it and Eryndor could not help but scream, "Break!" They both jumped their separate ways, one going left and the other right.

The light zipped by them at an astonishing speed and with it followed a loud explosion as the sky cracked open.

"Gahh!" Eryndor grunted as he landed on own foot and hopped back. "Was that, lightning?"

Meryling skidded backwards as her eyes widened and she looked at their opponent in a new light. "What are you?"

The figure chuckled and then boomed with pride. "Now change your mind about joining us boy."

"Why do I have a feeling thing just took a turn for the worse." Eryndor muttered to himself as he slid his sword back into it’s sheath and stood with his hands by his side and said. "Sorry but I don’t work well under others."

The voice was silent for a while before finally choosing to step out of the smoke and reveal it’s body which shocked the two teens. It was a huge dark green figure about the size of a house, wearing thick dark trousers and was bare chest. It had rolling muscles on its bulky hands and well toned abs. There was a mound of chest hair on its chest and it’s head had two huge curved gangs protruding from the sides of it. It had huge blood red eyes and a bald head. Over one of its shoulder it supported a huge metal mace that was almost the same side as it. It had a huge palms that also bore muscles and was bare feet.

The image of it was terrifying to both figures who had not seen anything like that before.

The huge figure who was the leader of the mercenaries seems happy about his build and spoke with pride. "Now you have seen my grace and might. I am an ogre I’m used with the will of thunder and a thunder ogre. Most ogres are unintelligent but I am special and chosen for an higher purpose, you can call me Kalork the thunder ogre."

Merylin’s eyes darkened as she gripped her sickle even tighter, she did not care if he was made of lightning or muscle, she would take him down no matter the cost for the sake of her people and the blood that had been spilled.

The once heavy mood was broken by Eryndor who burst into laughter just then causing the ogre and his companion to cast him confused glances. "Karlok? That is so mid, I bet you gave yourself that name."

Eryndor’s attempt to spite the dreaded ogre fell on deaf ears leaving him with fewer cards to play with. Infuriated by his lack of seriousness Merylin attacked the ogre from his blind spot using his huge body against it.

Karlok got wind of this before she could close in on him, he smiled and said. "My lady won’t complain if one more goes bad." With that he swung his huge mace for Merylin, there was an explosion of dust sending rocks and debris flying in her direction and also about of lightning.

Merylin barely dodged the attack as he wounds started to reopen. By the time she had balanced herself the ogre was behind her and throwing a huge punch from her side, she responded by raising her hands to guard against the attack.

In this moment Eryndor unwrapped his staff and aimed it at the ogre, he unleashed one of his biggest fireballs yet and it hit the ogre right on the back. A second later there were two explosions, the first was from the flame ball and the second was the one that sent Merylin flying in the air.

Meryling impacted the ground a few meters away and laid there unmoving. Eryndor watched as the ogre walked out of the smoke unscathed, in that moment his face went white with fear.

"Pity, pity. Did you think that flame would work on me? We ogres are immune to fire, if that’s your best attack then my bad." The ogre swung his heavy mace at Eryndor who stood there paralyzed by fear and shock.

For someone who had spent a number of years trying to master one elemental attribute and that just happened to be the one thing the ogre was immune to. It felt like worst matchup possible. In that moment his facade of control shattered as he was unable to handle the gravity of the situation, in that shirt moment he learned that the real world revolved around more than just skill.

The iron mace impacted him causing his body to go flying and his ears ringing. He spun through the air for a few seconds before crashing a few meters away and leaving behind a huge explosion. He felt everything thing in his body had broken, still he clung to life.

He could hear the sound of the ogre approaching Jim and this caused him to panic. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Move! Move! Move! Move! Move!" He willed his body over and over again but his body did not as much as twitch. Did that mean that despite all his years training his body was only accompanied to so little amount of shock. The impact had crippled him and now he would die.

["This is disgraceful"]

Eryndor wanted to speak but he couldn’t, half his face was warm in a puddle of sorts and some of it got into his eye.

["Why didn’t you just use that technique? You’re hopeless"]

His master continued to torture him with words.

["Why don’t I lend you a bit of my power this time?"]

Eryndor let the words escaped his mouth. "Y—yes."