024. Crucible - 1

024. Crucible - 1

As I walked closer to the camp, I received a better view of the workings of the operation. Some details, like the mismatched pieces of armor and damaged weapons, I have already expected to see. Some, like the constant verbal battles between different patrol groups, even more intense than I expected, were a surprise.

However, most of my attention was firmly fixed on the way they were fighting. It was unnatural. Even among the patrol teams, there was absolutely no coordination, each battling against a creature, even to the point of occasionally injuring each other.

Yet, that wasn't as interesting as the way they swung their weapons. Everywarrior I could see was for lack of a better word, stiff. Some limited themselves to wide, sweeping slashes, while others limited themselves to stabbing movements. For some, it was reasonable, as a spear was rather limited in terms of attack options, but even the ones that were using other weapons, like halberds and great swords, were limited in their attacks.

And, every single one of them had the same curious habit I had observed back when I had fought against the servants. Every single blow was delivered in ful, with no hesaitation, only to go back to their starting position.

Even at the cost of taking easily avoidable damage. Yes, their wounds healed quickly, but that shouldn't be a reason to take such wounds.

It's such an interesting way to fight.

Since everyone was fighting like that, I chose to limit myself to slashes, delivering full, wide strikes whenever a beast had drifted too close though I made exceptions whenever I would take damage. My Health was depleted enough.

It was hard to notice when the distance between me and the camp was measured in miles, but the shorter the distance became, the more likely for someone to notice the shorter the distance got, the easier for someone to notice that some of my attacks had been cut short.

Luckily, that wasn't the only change. The closer I got to the camp, the less the beasts targeted me, attracted by the larger group instead.

"What an interesting world," I muttered as I continued to observe the people, this time focusing on their physical attributes. On that, their feature of delivering full strikes was useful, giving me a rather accurate sense of their Strength and Agility. It wasn't a trivial thing to achieve, especially at a distance, but my Perception, combined with a lifelong habit of measuring others another valuable talent in my old line of work made me able to get a reasonable sense.

And, my measurements were enough to confirm that only a few had stats that surpassed me, whether in Agility or Strength, and it wasn't hard to see that they lacked in other stats. The strong ones were clumsy, unable to fully recover from their own swings, while agile ones lacked the strength to deliver one-hit kills.

The only ones I couldn't exactly rival were the fast ones who dashed around with an alacrity I couldn't rival. Interestingly, some of them lack both Agility and Strength. From my training, I guessed Speed was the reason for their state.

"Agility is harder to hide than Strength," I decided as I closed in, adjusting my combat capabilities accordingly. I didn't want to hide my Strength forever as well, but until I could get a better feel for it, it was better to be conservative. As I killed the occasional beast that attacked me I began to hold back, even if it meant that I had to hit several times against some of the larger beasts.

No one told anything to me or even looked my way for more than a few seconds, which encouraged me about my strategy. I knew most wouldn't even call marching across an open field, in plain sight, a strategy.

But for me, it was the best way to accomplish my goal. After all, only someone without any bad intentions would just walk into a camp filled with thousands and thousands of people, every single one of them armed.

I walked forward about half way; I was certainly close enough to get their attention. About fifty yards away from me, I could see a group of twenty dragging one of the larger beasts larger than an elephant but they didn't even pay attention to me.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

What a shame.

For a moment, I hoped that it was going to be the extent of what I dealt with.

then I noticed a lone warrior walking towards me, his gaze leaving no doubt that I was his target. He was wearing silver armor, the design of it similar to the ones the soldiers back in the flying castle had been wearing though simpler and cheaper, and carried no mark which distinguished him from the crowd that was walking around him.

So, rather than the frustrated yet helpless expression of the soldiers, I wore the slack-jawed expression of the servants whenever they were ordered by Falael.

"My name is Euon, my lord, a retired resident," I said, putting a dazed cadence in my tone as I used the name of the unlucky servant that I had robbed back then.

Since neither the warriors nor the young man looked alarmed, it seemed that my ploy was sufficiently convincing. "And why are you here, alone?" he asked, the pressure lessening as he asked.

"My group had decided to ignore the orders and raid the abandoned settlements until the carts are full, of greedy traitors," I explained. "So I left the group to join the bigger caravans." It seemed like the best explanation, as whatever the danger was, it was clearly important enough to trigger widespread evacuation, and the morons that decided to prioritize furniture over safety made a convenient excuse.

"They are ignoring their orders, traitors!" he gasped in shock, the intensity could only be generated by a sheltered youth with little experience. Warriors around him just grunted, but none of them bothered to say anything. "We should go and teach them a lesson! How dare they ignore the orders!"

Just like my questions, that order came with the weight of Charisma.

The warriors reacted immediately, each standing straight, their weapons drawn, like they were about to charge forward. "If you wish, my lord," one of them through squeezed teeth after several seconds, pushing himself to the limit to say his words. "But what about our order to defend the camp against stronger beasts," he managed to say.

I didn't say anything, just waiting obediently in front of him, looking at the ground. The pressure was not targeting me. Yet, the warrior showed me that, it was possible to ignore orders backed by Charisma, at least indirectly.

"You're right," the teenager muttered, and the pressure disappeared. "My father won't like it if I don't complete my mission perfectly," he said as he turned and disappeared into the tent.

I continued to look at the ground, faking a tremble. "What's your class and level," the soldier asked.

"Farmer, and level twenty-eight, sir," I answered, just as quickly, but without the hypnotized tone I used earlier. It was a dangerous lie, especially about a class I didn't have, but unless I wanted to admit I was a Hero, my option was to spout one of the classes I heard from the soldiers back when I was gambling.

And since they despised farmers as particularly pathetic, I expected that to bring the least questioning.

"At this age?" muttered one from behind. "Pathetic!"

"Any useful skills," he asked.

I said nothing, as I didn't know the names of the skills, and didn't want to risk spewing. Instead, I took that as an invitation to display, and pulled my dagger, showing a few slashes, all repeating the same pattern of fully completed hits.

"Just a slash, somewhere in the intermediate area," the soldier growled dismissively. I nodded.

"Useless, go into the camp and try to find something to do," they said, the mention of my class enough for them to fully dismiss me.

Enough to ignore the fact that I had somehow walked from one camp to another without dying

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