Trapped as an NPC in a Dating Sim-Chapter 59: Soren Is Cornered!
"Come forth, my summons, Elderwood Sentinel!"
Aria spoke loudly as dense vines violently erupted from the ground, twisting like living serpents as they surged toward the Graythorn Orc Warrior in front of her.
"Roar!"
Unfortunately, her summons were severely weakened in this wasteland where almost no vegetation could be found.
Before the vines could even wrap around the orcs, they were ruthlessly cut down.
Now she was left with only her Stone Golems.
Ten of them.
All standing at level 30.
"Krazh Morn Zha!"
But even they were not enough.
All because of a single spell spoken by one of the orcs standing in front.
The orc was a Shaman.
No wonder these orcs reached this location so quickly. The Orc Shaman was clearly skilled in wind-type magic.
*Swoosh!*
The moment it chanted in an unknown language, a violent, invisible wind shot forward.
It struck Aria’s summons directly, eroding her stone golem in an instant and shattering it into dust.
Aria could now barely defend herself with the remaining summons.
How could she stop the other orcs when they were already moving past her, heading straight toward Sylvia with murderous intent?
Everything happened too fast. Before she even realized what happened, she and Sylvia were surrounded by these orc warriors.
The pressure released by the Shaman was already suffocating, making cold sweat form along her forehead.
But if she let them pass, Sylvia would definitely be hurt, which she could not allow.
So in desperation, she suddenly shouted toward Soren, who was still locked in combat with the boss monster.
"S-Soren... h-help!"
...
*Roar!*
The moment Aria called for help, the boss monster, Graythorn War Chief, roared menacingly as his wounds began to heal rapidly, leaving only scars behind.
In an instant, his body returned to its previous state, his fighting spirit soaring higher and higher as his axe descended like lightning, fighting head-on with Evan’s sword and pushing him back.
His thick hide automatically nullified Aurelia’s fire spell as if he were protected by some kind of barrier.
It was as if he had been waiting for this moment. The seal on his true strength shattered as he fought like a beast, exchanging blood for blood in a brutal, unrestrained style.
His fearless aura, unafraid of death, pressed Evan and Aurelia step by step, not even giving them a chance to look elsewhere.
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[Boss Monster, Graythorn War Chief has activated its bloodline, entering the Berserk state.]
[All of its stats have been temporarily increased by 50%.]
[Recovery rate and stamina regeneration have been greatly increased.]
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"Crimson Barrier!"
The situation suddenly turned so bad that Aurelia moved forward to stop the boss monster’s barrage of attacks on Evan. After all, unlike the boss monster, he could not afford to fight blood for blood recklessly.
"Fuck you, bastard. You pissed me off."
Seeing the situation turn around in an instant, Soren cursed in anger from the sky, his eyes focused on Sylvia.
He never thought he would make such a glaring mistake today by allowing the healer to be surrounded.
This was the worst mistake a leader could make in a team.
It seemed all the success these days really went over his head.
He grew pretentious, not realizing that one mistake could lead to a teammate’s death.
He should have at least let Aurelia guard the rear along with Aria rather than focusing only on the boss, even though he felt they were safe.
"Evan, help me distract that bastard for five seconds."
But things already happened, and he was caught off guard.
He could not make another mistake now.
After giving the order to Evan, he swooped toward Sylvia’s direction at maximum speed before directly cancelling the wing.
*Swoosh!*
Then, just like the Orc Chieftain, he also used gravity to rapidly descend from the sky, his arm carrying the C-rank bow glowing brightly, aiming at those orc warriors attacking Sylvia.
*Artemis Grace!*
*Swish!*
Before he could land, he poured every bit of mana inside his body into his arrow before releasing it with absolute momentum, colliding directly with the multiple attacks of those orcs head-on.
*Boom!*
A loud bang echoed as the multiple attacks collided with each other like missile impacts, sending sparks everywhere.
The momentum was so strong that both Soren and Sylvia were thrown backward, Sylvia’s flimsy holy barrier shattering instantly just from the impact.
But due to Soren’s arrow, she managed to save her life.
"Ugh..."
But that did not mean Soren was fine.
"S-Soren... are you alright?"
Sylvia hurriedly asked after seeing him sprawled on the ground, bloodied, her eyes filled with extreme anxiety.
Although he did manage to reach her by using the same method the boss monster used earlier, his body was nowhere near as sturdy as the Orc Chieftain’s.
The impact was brutal.
Sylvia could already see that his legs were bent at an unnatural angle, his armor cracked, blood slowly seeping through the fractures.
His breathing turned ragged, each inhale sharp and uneven, as if even drawing air caused him pain.
"Soren..."
Sylvia was heartbroken and was about to use her healing spell in extreme anxiety when Soren suddenly stopped her.
"Stop... quickly, get out of here."
"What?"
Surprisingly, Soren did not even receive her healing.
Instead, he grabbed her and threw her far away forcefully, his body slowly floating upward even though his legs were brutally broken, blood dripping onto the ground.
*Windwalker!*
The A-rank passive skill that he awakened when he evolved from a B-rank to an A-rank archer. This passive allowed him to float and move briefly like the wind, even if his legs were no longer usable.
"Soren... watch out!"
Just as Soren shoved Sylvia aside and forced himself into the air, he heard a loud shout from Evan, followed by a menacing roar.
*Swish!*
The roar came from the Orc Chieftain, who once again lunged from his position, jumping directly toward him like before, like a fiery meteor.
The ground cracked beneath his takeoff, fragments of stone scattering in all directions from the sheer force of his leap.
His bloodthirsty eyes locked onto Soren with absolute madness, veins bulging across his forehead as killing intent poured out like a tangible pressure.
He did not even care about the streak of sword light fired by Evan mid-air, which inflicted a heavy wound on him.
The blade tore through his flesh, drawing a spray of dark blood, yet his speed did not slow in the slightest.
From the menacing smile on his face, he seemed hellbent on killing this archer first, as if he knew Soren was the most dangerous foe he had to eliminate.
"Bastard! I knew you were planning this."
