BXBX NOVEL Chapter 33 - Second Night
After a few more hours of battle, the momentum of the warlock army had stopped and the battlefield became a mess again with both lines of attack struggling to advance a few meters.
Mack was already way better than when he stepped foot on the battlefield. He already didn\'t feel nervous when going 1x1 against a mage acolyte. But he knew he had a lot to improve. His aim right now was to improve his sword-wielding. But he would not stop following that powerful warlock.
It even seemed that they had a silent agreement, That warlock would take care of the mages while Mack took care of the acolytes.
And just like this, an entire day went by.
When the moon rose, both armies started retreating. But today the warlock army did not retreat to his back-line of supplies, but more as if they met at the middle. .
It seemed a minor advantage was done today.
This could be seen as useless by anyone inexperienced in battles like Mack but was very important for the army. The less they retreated, the more injured people they could bring back safely.
The more they saved, the more would live to fight another day.
While retreating with the army, Mack didn\'t have the opportunity to help and bring anyone back, it seemed all the others retreating before him did what was needed to help others. Even so, Mack took a dead body and helped bring back.
The warlocks didn\'t leave behind their dead warriors. Mack guessed that was because of their special blood.
When reaching the new camp, Mack threw the body on a pile of dead bodies and moved to clean himself.
One minute later the pile of dead bodies was burning brightly on the full darkness of the night.
Warlocks could see in the dark so they didn\'t care to have light at night. But used that as their advantage. Even the cooking process was done without fire.
The only exception was the pyre to burn their diseased brothers.
Mack looked at those light constructs behaving exactly like humans and almost could not believe how such an advanced thing could be done using a magic circle.
More than that. His ancestor was a warlock and using mage stuff like the magic circle must for sure be an offense for him. All for the sake of training one man. He wondered why. Just to get his revenge somehow? Seems unlikely.
Mack stopped the useless thinking and focused on cleaning himself.
He could not lose sight of that powerful warlock. He would even sleep side-by-side with him if needed.
Mack left the cleaning chamber, and another warlock entered the same chamber, almost stumbling at each other.
Mack looked around and found that powerful warlock sitting in a small table and eating that white burrito thing.
Mack went to the food tent and grabbed one and started eating too.
He was starving.
He took a bite and the same feeling of something hot yet cold came to his mouth. And then a burning sensation spread in his stomach.
He could not get used to this white burrito thing. The name of it was even worse. So Mack just called this stuff of \'white burrito\'.
Mack was seated at the table eating along with a few more warlocks. But was a strange atmosphere because the light constructs behaved like normal warlocks, even talking to each other. But when they opened their mouth to say something no sound came. It was really frustrating.
This absence of voices around him, while in the middle of so many \'people\' made Mack felt strange and irritated because gave the warlock camp an eerie aura.
Mack heard the light constructs scream today early in the morning when he pushed the advance but could not understand the principle of why only at that time. And not knowing why bugged Mack even more.
All this magic stuff and will and spells were all too new for Mack. All he had were bits and pieces of information.
Mack took the last bite at the burrito thing and followed the powerful warlock.
That warlock went to pee.
~sigh~
\'I\'m really ashamed of my current life. Why just don\'t teach me? All those rules and mysteries and drama!\'
Then Mack saw something he would never expect.
The green light construct appeared.
And to fuck things up even more, he went to pee at the same place that the other warlock went.
\'Wait. something is fishy\'
Mack followed them behind some bushes and saw that they were not peeing but talking to each other.
Of course. No sound came from their mouths.
\'What are they doing?\'
Then that powerful warlock looked exactly to where Mack was. And following his gaze the green light construct too looked at the bush Mack was hiding.
\'Fuck! They saw me.\'
Even knowing that they knew he was there, Mack didn\'t move. Be by guilt or shame. He stood still.
Then to fuck even more things. That powerful warlock raised his hand in Mack\'s direction.
\'Oh no. I didn\'t even have the chance to do a threesome.\'
Was the only thing passing in Mack\'s head. Remembering the gruesome scene from the battle where this same warlock just raised his hand and snapped his fingers to kill several mages.
Mack even closed his eyes. He knew he had no chance.
But after a few seconds.....
Nothing happened.
Mack opened his eyes and saw the warlock was calling for him, using his hand.
~sigh~
Mack raised himself from the ground and stepped out of the bush.
Then the green warlock just waved to him.
Like he knew him.
\'Did I became famous or something today?\'
Feeling more assured somehow, Mack walked to them.
The powerful warlock talked to Mack, but Mack just dumbly looked at him. Not knowing what to do. After all, He heard no sound coming from their mouths.
The green light construct talked to the other warlock and like trying to figure out something looked at Mack again and then slapped his own forehead.
Mack had no clue what was happening, but stood there. After all, his goal was to be close to that powerful warlock. And somehow this bonus green warlock appeared from who knows where.
After slapping his own head, the green light construct went to the side and grabbed a dried branch from a small tree, then came back and started drawing something on the ground.
Mack looked at the ground and saw some runes written.
Then his mouth went agape.
Because on the ground was written something Mack would never expect.
# Are you deaf? #
\'Fucking smart NPCs they think I\'m deaf! Of course they will. Geez. Those guys are even smarter than me.\'
"I am"
Said Mack, hoping that his translator would work and translate what he said. He knew how to write and read the warlock runes, but to speak? He had no clue.