Chapter 174: Barracks Massacre
Chapter 174 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem" kicks off with action-packed scenes: Finally, we reach the southern edge of the camp. The chaos of the battlefield is... Discover more!
Finally, we reach the southern edge of the camp. The chaos of the battlefield is still a ways off, and from where we stand, we can see soldiers rushing north, likely to reinforce the front lines. They're too distracted to notice us slipping in through the gaps in their defenses. MvLeMpYr-chapter
"The man said he had a coin pouch in his barracks… Let's quickly go through that building first while farming some easy XP, then the warehouse, and if we can't find the there, then I'm afraid we will have to enter the cavern."
I really hope they have at least a piece of it lying around somewhere that they've already harvested from whatever it is they do in the caves below. I don't know how time intensive going there ourselves would be, so I heavily prefer avoiding it if possible.
"Alright." My companion is quick to agree.
Ayame and I move with practiced stealth as we approach the barracks uninterrupted until we find ourselves in its first area, the lounge, which is deserted as I expected.
"Then let's get down to business, shall we…" I whisper happily.
We move from the spacious lounge to the thin corridors leading to the quarters of the soldiers.
I take the rooms on the right side of the corridors, while Ayame takes the left. She moves swiftly, and soon after entering the first room, I hear the muffled death wails of her unfortunate victims. A chuckle escapes my lips at her efficiency. My gorgeous murder machine has activated herself finally.
I suppose I should follow her example.
I step into the first room on my side and find a soldier lying in one of the cheap beds, fast asleep. The room is filled with ten identical beds, but only this one is occupied. Without hesitation, I creep closer and drive my blade through his neck, swiftly placing my hand over his mouth to stifle any noise he might make in a last ditch effort.
His body jerks briefly before going limp, and I pull the blade free, wiping it clean on the bed's blanket.
With the soldier dispatched, I turn my attention to the room. It's sparsely furnished, but I'm not here for decor. I
"Ah! Lady Iris, welco- who the fuck are you people?!" they shout in unison, jumping to their feet. One of them even knocks over a mug of ale- or was that piss?- in his haste.
I snicker inwardly. So, kicking down the door made them think we were this Iris person and not invaders? She must be the real life personification of an angel.
The soldiers reach for whatever weapons they can find. But Ayame and I are faster. We dash at them, our blades already drawn, moving with a practiced ease.
Ayame moves like a shadow, her katana flashing in the dim light. She severes the first soldier's arm before he can even raise his sword, the limb falling to the floor with a wet thud. The man barely has time to scream before Ayame's blade finds his neck, silencing him forever. As efficient and ruthless as ever.
I, on the other hand, manage to dispatch two before the rest arm themselves, and then I find myself engaging with a pair of soldiers with short swords in their hands. They lunge at me in a clumsy, desperate attempt to overwhelm me, but I sidestep the first swing and parry the second with ease.
The sound of steel clashing echoes through the room and I can't help but feel a surge of adrenaline course through my veins.
It's been a short while since I had been in a proper, to the death combat situation.