Ply and the others were handled by Hubert and the rest of them. They adopted their usual formation with the thick-skinned warriors up front, and the archers and the like protected well behind them.
There would also be a few elemental attacks getting thrown at them. Partnered with superior equipment, they soon entered the pace where the Fargo side was slowly getting plucked down while the Alterans were going as strong as ever.
The two men at a standstill with Leon saw their side was losing, they frowned and looked at each other. They had been dealing with these people for a while now, and they had seen them with back-up equipment in their space.
Normally, they wouldn't care much—making them work for a mere village was degrading enough—but they had unfortunately signed contracts with Fargo.
They weren't entirely certain what Belize—now he was dead, for shame—was thinking but they were expected to do their best as was expected of hired people from the chancery. Now, they had to do some work unless they wanted to lose a lot of money, as per the agreement with Fargo.
To be honest, they still found it difficult to believe that Belize and so many others had perished inside the walls! They assumed the Alterans just did some shady things and cheated, because there was no other way!
Neither of them mourned though, because with Belize and several others dying, it meant a lot of higher positions in their group were vacant!
However, if they lost this battle as well, not only would it be humiliating, but their position in the group would also be affected!
At this thought, Fero and Gron immediately made a move. Gron lunged to the enemy side, taking on the attacks of the Alterans which had little effect on him, and allowing the guards behind him to increase their attacks against the enemies.
The Alterans fought bravely and swung their weapons, however, many of their attacks were blocked by the darned aborigine. Their good pace of taking down enemies had slowed down, and more and more guards had arrived. If this lasted anymore, they'd be exhausted and who knew when they could cross that damned wall!
Similarly, Fero immediately lunged towards Leon—knowing a battle was inevitable.
They stepped back and distanced themselves from the main fight to avoid collateral damage—whether they cared for the people or not, failure to do so would ultimately cause them to get punished.
Leon waved his sword to block the enemy's attack, his ability stabilizing his hold, helping him angle it, increasing control and power, even if only by a bit.
This was a skill he learned back when they were in Twinwave Town: Wood Assist.
Basically, it was to use the wood ability as a weaker arm. On its own, it didn't have much power, but when used by someone with skill and timing, it could really increase power.
Fero's eyes narrowed as he swung. The more hits they exchanged, the more tired and wounded he was. But he soon realized that the enemy was barely sweating. The pace was completely the other man's!
At this point, he was just keeping him company! Their levels weren't even far apart!
Leon immediately saw the minuscule opening and used his ability to pull his feet and imbalance him.
Leon immediately raised his sword to stab—not to kill, but to debilitate.
"AHHH!" He yelled as he saw the sword buried right in his knee!
His eyes widened even more as he saw the man raise his sword again, targeting his other one. "AHHH!!! STOPP!" he yelled, but he couldn't struggle. One, he was weakened by the deep injury and, second, he was being held down by vines!
He could only watch helplessly as he was amputated by the enemy, watching his blood flow out, the pain numbing his senses.
His mind went to memories of him doing the same thing to countless others. He remembered them begging for mercy, and someone even had the audacity to curse him the same fate.
To his surprise though, the man stopped and wrapped dirty fabric around his cut leg and arms. "AH!" he yelled as the man tightened, stopping the bleeding.
Leon looked coldly at the pale man. They were given the orders to kill the mercenary members that were too powerful, but slightly weaker ones could be kept.
One, they should be used for torture of those they made suffer. Second, also for torture, but for more information about their mercenary team among many others.
They were aware that the Rongo Mercenary Team was much larger than just Belize and the group here. With so many deaths, it was likely for those people to trace them here and maybe even cause Altera some trouble.
They had to be ready for everything.
Gron saw what happened to his companion and paled, immediately concluding that he had done enough for the contract. Staying here would make him lose his limbs!
He turned and gestured to sprint, alarming the others.
Leon immediately ran after him, using his ability to wrap around his leg. He still couldn't use it to lift people up, but it was enough to immobilize people. In fact, his vines were sturdier than conventional ropes and could do the job well enough.
However, the man was agile and managed to avoid the vines, using Alterans as shields. Leon's eyes twitched as he manipulated the vines to get to him.
Eventually, he did manage to wrap on his ankle, but it only made the man more desperate.
In his mind, no matter what, he must not be captured by this psycho!
His eyes looked around and zoned in on the fat man to attack. He chose this person because he was largest and therefore easiest to attack.
Using his remaining energy, Gron jumped at the man.
Beanie's eyes widened as he held up his axe to shield himself, but the man was still much more powerful than he was.
Beanie flew to the wall with a bang, the force shaking his entire body. Everyone paled at the sight.
Before anyone could react though, the familiar ding sounded inside Gron's mind.
[You have failed to follow the rules of war. You are hereby prohibited in joining three wars with legitimate. -600 gold, -60000 experience. Permanent Reduction: -600 health, -600 Spirit, -600 Mana. Debt: -492 Gold and -29822 Experience]
All the punishments didn't mean anything now. He grinned, and looked at the Alterans who watched him disappear in shock.
"Damnit!" Leon cursed when he realized the man had been kicked out of the territory. However, instead of chasing, he immediately ran to Beanie along with a few more. Many others were also concerned, but there were still enemies and they couldn't leave.
Their hearts paused when they didn't see him move for a few moments, and heaved deep breaths when he finally flinched.
Hubert kneeled down to pat some dust away. "You alive?"
Beanie's eyes were wide, still shocked, and he looked around, absorbing what happened.
He immediately touched his body to see if he was still alive. His armor that had long been damaged had cracked and was therefore vulnerable, but his inner clothing was fine! And so was his body!
He laughed, lifting his arms as a sign of victory.
"Thank goodness for Lenny's underwear!"