Chapter 48: Tieflings (Part 2)
Medrosh quickly rose through the ranks, being a squad leader of the city guard in Northwind Fortress, charged with maintaining order and proteg the city.
During this time, he found a tiefling wife whom he loved, soon having a child of his own, and even purchased a loft iy. Life seemed to be heading in a beautiful dire.
But one day, everything ged.
That day, he was dutifully iigating a series of disappearances iy, unaware of the strange looks people cast at him, taking it as nothing unusual.
But then, the "Duke" gave a speech.
Those seemingly friendly human neighbors transformed ht, raising torches and st into his home, tying his wife and child to a pyre and burning them alive.
By the time he rushed to the se, everything he had was reduced to ashes. His former rades were sughtering his kin as if they were cattle.
Medrosh, weeping, swung his silver sword and killed all the perpetrators present.
He became an Oathbreaker.
The bzing light of redemption within him had beeinguished, leaving only darkness. The harsh reality had shattered his i ideals.
"What a naive fool."
He repeated the words.
Suddenly, an urgent horn sounded outside the cave.
Medrosh snapped back to reality, grabbed his longsword, and hurried out of the cave.
"What's happening?"
The guard statio the camp entrance looked panicked: "It’s yetis! More thai!"
"Awoooo—"
In the deadly cold, the yetis’ howls echoed across the remote mountains, sweeping down the hillside with the wind, filling the hearts of the gathered tieflings with dread.
These creatures could smell fresh blood from miles away and track it through the snowstorm.
Medrosh looked up and saw dozens of ghostly white figures surging down the slope like a wave.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
"Damacus, take them down!"
The tiefling warrior called Damaodded grimly, drawing his b to its full length.
"Thwack—"
With a sharp whistle as it sliced through the air, an arrow embedded itself in the ter of a yeti’s forehead, bringing it crashing down.
Behind him, several other tiefling warriors raised their bows and fired as well.
But they were shooting uphill through a snowstorm, and uheir captain, they cked the skill to reliably nd their shots. Most arrows quickly sank into the snow.
Damacus fired several more arrows.
Seven shots, two hits—two more yetis fell.
In this harsh weather, the yetis moved through the snow like phantoms. Even for a skilled archer like Damacus, maintaining accuracy was impossible, and they couldn’t stop the yetis’ tidal onsught.
"This isn’t w, Medrosh! The snow’s too thick!"
"I ’t see clearly!"
Damacus shouted, loosing another arrow that felled a yeti.
But the wave of yetis had closed to within a hundred meters of the camp.
If these hungry, bloodthirsty yetis were allowed to breach the nearly defenseless camp, it would be an unmitigated disaster.
"Follow me! We’ll ehem outside!"
Medrosh raised his sword, with over forty tieflings following behind him.
These tieflings were sparsely armed; some had no bdes and could only brandish pitchforks and torches, but their eyes were unwavering.
They may have once been merts, clerks, artists, but now, to protect the camp and their loved ohey had to—and would—bee warriors.
The yetis, the approag tieflings, felt their primal craving for flesh intensify.
These creatures, over three meters tall, were covered in snowy white fur. Their massive, muscur bodies saw ordinary tieflings merely as exposed food.
Medrosh, leading from the front, charged toward a yeti.
But the yeti didn’t immediately attack. Instead, it stared at the tiefling with a sinister gaze.
"Chilling Gaze."
Its small eyes glowed an eerie blue—an icy stare that could freeze its prey on the spot.
The gaze hit Medrosh, sending a bone-chilling cold through him, nearly freezing him in pce.
"Damn monster."
Medrosh cursed, using his robust body to ehe freezing cold as he extended a finger.
"Infernal Rebuke!"
Suddenly, the yeti was engulfed in hellish fmes, letting out a pained wail.
The fire-averse creature’s fur caught the iinguishable fmes, causing it to frantically sp at its body.
"Die!"
With a fierce shout, Medrosh leaped several meters and sshed off the burnii’s head.
Another nearby yeti attempted to use its chilling gaze, but it no longer affected Medrosh.
"Sweeping Ssh!"
Using his momentum, Medrosh drove his sword deep into another yeti’s shoulder.
"Aaargh!"
The yeti let out a cry of pain, instinctively smming its broad palm down oiefling.
"Inflict Wounds!"
A dark green aura of decay spread from his sword, corroding and widening the wound oi.
In the moment, using this force, Medrosh tore off the yeti’s entire left shoulder along with its arm.
Blue blood spttered across the tiefling’s face, but his expression remained unfling.
After taking down two yetis, he surveyed the battlefield, seeing that the tieflings were fully engaged with the yetis, several warriors already frozen into statues by the yetis’ chilling gaze.
Just as aiefling began to be covered in ice, about to be frozen—
"Aura of Prote!"
A crimson glow surrounded Medrosh, shielding him and his allies from the yetis’ chilling gaze, preventing the other tiefling from freezing further.
He strode forward and drove his sword into a yeti’s heart.
"Awoooo—"
More yetis closed in, twelve in total, like a white wave verging from all sides, i on killing the tiefling padin first.
As the horde of yetis loomed, Medrosh maintained a calm expression and raised his sword high.
"Oathbreaker’s Divine Power..."
"Dreadful Aspect!"
eling his darkest emotions, the Oathbreaker unleashed a terrifying aura of magical intimidation.
A crimson light burst from his sword, spreading outward rapidly.
Every yeti around him saw their worst fears, falling into an inescapable terror, frozen in pce.
To Medrosh, they were now nothing more than stationary targets.
"Sweeping Ssh!"
His sword sliced across the throats of several yetis, blood spttering everywhere.
Within a few breaths, twelve t beasts toppled backward, and not a sii around him remaianding.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
Kneeling and supp himself on his sword, Medrosh gasped for breath.
