I Am The Only Witch Hunter

Chapter 212: Night Attack


"Ha ha ha!" Laughter filled the area surrounding the campfire.

A frailed joker stood in the middle, spilling out sarcasm to entertain the bandits. Most of them were holding pieces of meat and cups of ale in their hands, eating and drinking while listening to their favorite clown.

The clown was simply a bandit that once stayed in a circus. Life pushed him to become a bandit. And now, he entertained these people to avoid going out there and killing people for living.

"Then he said to me, 'It is too big. It won't fit.' And I said, 'That's what she said'." The joker swirled his hands to further enhance his acts. Laughter continued to echo.

Suddenly, a figure walked out of darkness. He wore a light gray cloak with a dark gray sword in his right hand. The man was so beautiful, there wasn't a word to describe him. He had long white hair that flowed naturally in the winds.

"Huh?" A bandit looked over. It took him a second because of the booze but once he realized what was happening, the bandit shouted. "Intruder!"

Everyone stood up immediately. They grabbed their swords.

Siderius stood there patiently.

"Drop your weapons and surrender. Then I shall spare your life." He said.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

A bandit rushed over. Siderius swung at him. His sword collided with the bandit's sword, breaking it in two and continued slamming onto the bandit's neck, killing him instantly.

The bandit shat himself and fell down. He had died.

Adrenaline rushed to their minds. They all rushed at Siderius at the same time. They didn't care if the first had died. They only cared to kill whoever this was. They hadn't realized the gravity of the situation they were in yet.

Siderius sheathed his sword with a click. When the bandits were closed enough, he flipped the fireswitch over and drew his sword.

Fire ignited and breathed out of the dark gray sword like the breath of a fire dragon. It painted an orange fire and dark smoke in the air.

Most of the bandits were knocked down in one-shot. Their faces burned intensely as they squirmed on the ground. The rest that managed to dodge the strike, sweated profusely because of the scorching heat from the blade.

"What is this?!"

Siderius lunged forward. The blade slammed into the skull of a bandit and killed him instantly. It was harder to do these kinds of attacks previously. But now with six points of strength and godly skills, instant kill humans was a piece of cake for Siderius.

A bandit was smart enough to run away and try to yell for help.

"Intruder! Intruder! Wake up, people!"

Siderius took out his bow while plunging the burning sword to the dirt below. He shot the back of the bandit with a few arrows. The arrows pierced through the bandit and came out on the other side. He fell down on his own pool of blood.

With arrows still in his hands, Siderius emptied the bandits that were trying to get close. Each precisely hit their center of mass, the upper body.

Some dropped before they could even run a few steps. A few were able to get through the arrow barrage and approached Siderius.

Siderius grabbed his sword once the draw hand was emptied and started the grind again. He was a meat grinder that destroyed and burned every enemy that came close.

Screams and grunts filled the area. All were from the bandits.

The watch towers finally snapped out of their distraction. The bandits up there had bows as well.

They grabbed their bows and aimed at Siderius. Before they even got the chance to shoot, Siderius already shot them first, piercing a few bandits' eyes and letting them fall down from above.

Still, they had more ranged attackers than Siderius. The bandits counter attacked, only for all the arrows to be stopped by a green barrier around him.

A bandit gasped. "Witch! The intruder is a witch! A witch has attacked us!"

An arrow from Siderius pierced through the bandit's neck, shutting him up.

These bandits were no match for Siderius. He could hurt them. But they couldn't hurt him. They had no attack that was able to penetrate the <Parare> shield.

Siderius danced around the battlefield, switching between melee and ranged attack flawlessly.

Once again, he spoke the line.

"Drop your weapons and surrender. Then I shall spare your life."

A bandit pissed himself when the burning sword came at him. He dropped the sword and went down on his knee.

"I surrender! I surrender! Please don't kill me!"

"Pathetic traitor!" Another bandit came up from behind and tried to flank Siderius. He shouldn't have talked.

Siderius spun around. The fire sword slammed at the side of the bandit. His flimsy leather armor wasn't able to block the blade one bit as it bit into his ribcage and shattered every bone inside.

Blood gushed out of his mouth as the bandit fell to the ground to his death.

"Surrender and you shall live."

Siderius said it again.

The bandits were attacked in surprise. They couldn't form an effective offensive plan and purely attacked Siderius on their instinct. But a lot had died and they had to rethink their battle plan.

The bandits formed a formation and tried again.

"Finally using your brain, huh? But it is too late now."

Siderius sheathed his flaming sword. Darkness covered him as he retreated into the shadow. Only then the bandits realized the state of their camp. Most of the torches and campfires were put off, only a few places were lit.

Arrows came out from darkness and pierced into the neck of a bandit in the frontline. Many more came after.

"Raise your shield!" They shouted.

But their shields were purely made. They hid their head and exposed their feet, which Siderius exploited and shot at. They lowered their shields to protect their feet, then they got one-shotted in their head. No matter what they did, it didn't seem to be working.

A few geniuses ducked down to cover their entire body with the shield. That worked. But it also made them completely harmless as their mobility was greatly reduced.

In a wooden house of the camp, a young blacksmith hid under the table.

"Shi-i-i-i-i-t! I know there will be a day like this. I need to get out of here quick!"

The blacksmith grabbed all his savings and climbed out of the camp through the fence. With him were a few like-minded bandits. They were too scared to face a witch and the only way for them was to run.

Dale the blacksmith didn't manage to run far as he quickly met an arrow to the leg. The young man dropped down and cried in pain.

The ambushers in the woods revealed themselves. Ashe aimed her cold obsidian arrows at the deserters.

"If you value your life, surrender." Ashe said.

Dale clenched his jaw. He's desperate. But there was no escape anymore. He laid flat on the ground and surrendered.

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