Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 251 - Beating up kids is the most fun!
The smell of human presence.

The smell of fireworks.

The smoke of conflict, and the fire of war.

The air was filled with a rather unpleasant burnt smell, clearly the result of flesh and blood being excessively roasted and burned.

Many people have died here.

The dead bodies had been burned to ashes. Yet, within the fortress, the presence of living beings lingered.

Many people remained inside the fortress—filled with unease, fear, and vigilance. They had clearly had some contact with the undead march from the north. But for some strange reason, they hadn't left and had stayed.

Wu Chen and Hera exchanged a glance.

Hera silently took a half step back and pulled the cloak that replaced the pointed hat down a little.

“Dust.” Her face was hidden in shadow, only her slightly red lips were visible. “The task of foreign negotiations is entrusted to you. I will offer some advice when appropriate. However, it is up to you to decide which direction to take.”

"Any direction is fine?" Wu Chen asked casually. "And what is our relationship?"

"Hero, hermit, overlord, passerby... you have to choose one," Hera said calmly. "As for the relationship between you and me, what do you think it is?"

"are friends?"

“It seems you’ve chosen to be a hero.” Her voice held a hint of amusement as she reached out and gently pushed Wu Chen from behind. “Then do what you want to do. Look, they’ve seen you, and they’re quite hostile towards you and your attire.”

Wu Chen then raised his head.

A slight sense of threat emanated from the top of the fortress, and a figure appeared behind a window—it drew its bow and shot an arrow aimed at Wu Chen's shoulder. Clearly, the opponent belonged to a faction inherently at odds with the Night's Watch.

They are barbarians, free people of the bad land.

They were the first group attacked by the ghouls, and theoretically, they should now be trying their best to cross the Wall and reach the safe and comfortable Southlands.

Wu Chen then extended his hand.

He had received ample food, and his spiritual growth was quite substantial. Even without a soul, he could clearly discern the trajectory of the arrow and calculate its force. And his raised fingers precisely gripped the middle of the arrow shaft.

The person behind the window was momentarily surprised, even though he didn't utter a sound.

The next moment, he nocked a second arrow into his bow. However, before that, Wu Chen had already grasped the material and center of gravity of the arrow in his hand, and threw the arrow, which was not yet poisoned, backhand towards the window!

A small popping sound echoed in the air, accompanied by the archer's muffled groan of pain. He had been struck squarely in the shoulder, the powerful impact piercing through his collarbone and sending him sprawling to the ground.

All subsequent actions were thus stalled—the shot to the shoulder indicated the opponent wanted to capture him alive and had considerable confidence in their own combat capabilities. The next moment, a sharp, urgent command rang out from deep within the fortress.

"Kill him!" a powerful voice commanded.

The next moment, several archers emerged from different windows and fired small volleys of arrows at Wu Chen with bows of varying lengths.

Three arrows can also be called a rain of arrows.

The tips of the arrows were mostly decorated with raven feathers.

It was obvious that this was spoils of war that the barbarians had seized from the Night's Watch. No wonder they reacted so strongly to the black robes worn by Wu Chen.

But it makes no sense.

—Their combat strength is much weaker than expected.

The arrows traveled at a uniform speed, differing only slightly in accuracy. Undoubtedly, there was no one here with the martial prowess of those White Walkers, who could be considered mid-level warriors in Mondas. At least in terms of arrow strength and Wu Chen's perception, their strength could only be categorized as beginner-level.

A warrior who cannot fully control their own body, lacks unique skills comparable to low- to mid-level magic, and relies solely on brute force and experience to wield their fists and weapons, is naturally at the beginner level of the combat profession. 'Swoosh—' The blade swept across.

The three sharp, distinct sounds overlapped into a single note.

In a world devoid of magic, or where magic is just beginning to resurface, the ability to sever multiple arrows with a sharp weapon is undoubtedly a renowned skill. However, Wu Chen's abilities are certainly not limited to this.

—The Holy Charge.

He lacked divine power, but the footwork and rhythm of his charge were still techniques that could be replicated. At that moment, Wu Chen's feet unleashed a power almost exceeding his physical limits, and the next instant, his figure touched the bottom of the fortress!
"How is this possible!" The commander's rough voice among the garrison was filled with disbelief. However, as he uttered his first word and the last word landed, Wu Chen's figure had already climbed up the small protrusion on the wall and touched the edge of the window!
He has crossed over; he has arrived.

Before the horror in the eyes of the garrison could turn into panic, Wu Chen's feet had already touched the ground inside the fortress. The archer who had been blocking the window was kicked away by him, spitting blood as he crashed into the wall inside the fortress.

A hero is not a saint; he is never afraid to display force.

Moreover, the mention of heroes has always been Hera's one-sided declaration.

My gaze swept over it.

A dozen or so warriors, clad in crude armor and exuding a fierce aura, came into view. They bore the unmistakable barbarian style, but in their hands they wielded steel weapons that were clearly of much higher quality.

"Stop that crow!" shouted one of them.

Wu Chen's sword pierced through the other man's shoulder the moment he finished speaking.

It pierced, withdrew, and spurted out a trail of bright red blood. Many others roared in anger or madness, then charged towards Wu Chen's location.

There was no set pattern, yet there was perfect coordination. Their movements resembled an impromptu hunt. However, no matter how skillful and meticulous their coordination, they still couldn't make up for that crucial point.

Hyenas might be able to corner a lion, but how can a hare stop a Tyrannosaurus Rex?

Wu Chen didn't even need to deliberately counter each move; he just needed to find a direction and unleash his power.

'Thump—' A ​​shoulder bump.

The target of the shoulder charge was knocked to the ground along with their weapon.

With casual swings of his sword, blood exploded from the bodies of the nearest men. In an instant, the dense hunting net was sliced ​​and torn apart. Even when several warriors, prepared to die, pressed down on him with their weight, he simply kicked them aside with effortless ease.

Regret.

Wu Chen did not feel joy about it.

Because victory is a given, but their weakness means they have almost no chance of fighting the White Walkers.

How sad.

He raised the sword, which had already killed half of the men, with a somewhat disheartened expression.

At the same moment, they turned their gaze to the side.

"Put down your weapons, Crow!"

The commander, who had vanished without a trace from the very beginning, appeared to the side he was looking towards.

An elderly Night's Watchman was being held tightly by him, a sharp sword pressed against his throat.

"Stop, or I'll kill your commander-in-chief!"

(End of this chapter)