Defeated [Raging White Tiger Beastman (Great Chieftain) - Lvl. 135]!
Experience is awarded for defeating an enemy!
I scoffed as I turned away from the ashes of that annoying Beastman. He’d been prattling on about getting into some legendary battle, but he barely even put up a fight. Seriously, I highly doubt that he was even Level 100 in his second Class. Or did Beastmen do evolutions?
Whatever the case, I won the fight with ease after he’d issued a challenge to me. It was like my own [Zealous Call], except it didn’t compel me to rage. It forced me to get into a duel with him. Some kind of honor ritualistic duel like with Zix, I guess.
It was resolved much quicker, fortunately. I didn’t even really struggle in that fight at all. In fact, I was quite annoyed to see what that [White Tiger Beastman] had done. He had threatened Mountaintooth, Sharpbraid, and Amberarm. I wasn’t really close to those three [Lion Beastman] cubs, but I had saved their lives before, and they had helped me out. While I wasn’t too attached, I would rather they not die to some annoying wild thing.
undefinedSighing, I turned my head to face the three [Lion Beastman] cubs. I cast my gaze over the flood of faces. All the Beastmen present were frozen in fear. They’d halted their fighting and were staring up at me. I looked past them and found Mountaintooth standing right behind a nervous looking man. A short man— about the same height as the cubs. Maybe a little bit taller.
He had pointed ears and white hair. He was relatively high-leveled too. A [Necromancer], which is a Class I didn’t see very often. But more than that, he was…
“An Elf?”
I blinked as I leaned forward. I beat my wings once, carrying myself towards them. A few of the nearby Beastmen went scrambling as I landed before the Elf.
“What is an Elf doing here?”
But the Elf didn’t answer. Instead, a susurration ran through the crowd. Heads turned to each other. Beastmen pointed at me as they whispered.
“Is that… a talking Wyvern?”
“I’ve never heard of a talking Wyvern before.”
“Is this an illusion?”
“Do you think the curse has anything to do with this?”
“No— it has to be witchcraft! The [Witch] sent this Wyvern after us!”
They spoke amongst themselves, trembling, fearful. A few of the Beastmen— the higher-leveled once, mostly cat-like Beastmen— drew back and prostrated before me.
“Please, spare us! We were bringing you your sacrifices! We are sorry it took us so long! Don’t punish us!”
I gave them odd looks.
“What are you guys on about? I’m just here for them.”
I gestured towards the [Lion Beastman] cubs. They hid behind the Elf [Necromancer], whimpering.
“I will not let you harm these children, Wyvern!”
The Elf spoke as he stood protectively over them. I blinked.
“Why would you think I would— ooooh, right.”
I stared at myself. At my current form. Then I rolled my eyes and my body shifted. The Elf and the cubs stared as I shrank rapidly, no longer looming over them. I stood in front of them, now back as my regular self. No longer a Wyvern.
“It’s me, Mountaintooth, Sharpbraid, Amberarm. Remember? I’m Salvos!”
The Elf just gaped as I spread my arms wide. The three cubs stared at me, recognition flashing in their faces.
“The Avenger is here!”
They exclaimed. A few of the Furious Whispers Tribe members turned to me in shock. They knew who I was, since I was, of course, the one who slayed the Cursed Boulder for them when I visited a few months ago.
“Avenger, Avenger! You saved us once more! How did you know we were in peril?”
Mountaintooth ran up to me, round-eyed. I shrugged.
“Oh, I just saw what was happening and flew over.”
“You did? Woah… amazing…”
He stared up at me, in awe. I beamed, raising my chin.
“Well, yep. I am indeed great. Anyway, what’s the deal with these guys? Why did they capture you?”
I eyed the feline Beastmen— they glanced at each other, unsure of what to do. Mountaintooth shifted back, trying to work his jaw. The Elf was the one to speak up.
“I believe I can, uh, explain.”
My gaze turned to him, and he hesitated. Scratching the back of his head, he spoke slowly.
“I’m Minnow Fellingchamp, by the way.”
“Hi! I’m Salvos!”
I greeted him cheerfully. He cleared his throat and gestured towards the still-kneeling feline Beastmen.
“These Beastmen belong to the Grave Hill Tribe. They are a warrior tribe from further up north, and I believe they’ve kidnapped us to use us as sacrifices for some kind of ritual.”
“A ritual?”
My eyes narrowed.
“A Demon summoning ritual?”
“Demon summoning ritual?”
Minnow replied with a blank stare. I crossed my arms, frowning.
“Is that a no?”
“It’s a ritual to cleanse the curse!”
A voice cried out. I turned to the source. It was a [Leopard Beastman]. He looked at me pleadingly, head bowed low.
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