Sword God in a World of Magic

Four days later, the wolves returned.

They had avoided this place since the Mage Guards still scared them, but they had only found little food recently.

Their hunger brought them back to the settlement.

But before the wolves could reach the settlement, they stopped.

A group of 25 humans had come out of the village.

The wolves became nervous since the five people at the front felt very dangerous to them.

Yet, they had been able to run rampant in here the last time, and their hunger was egging them on.

Because of that, they didn't retreat.

The hunters were taking out their weapons.

Clubs made of wood and stone, wooden spears, big stones, and tomahawks.

Their weapons were primitive, but this was the best the smiths could do without metal.

Eventually, the wolves started to run toward the humans, and the hunters felt their hearts beat at insane speeds.

One of the General Stage hunters took a huge stone in his hands and pulled back.

Then, he threw.

BANG!

The huge stone hit the wolf's head, exploding into gravel.

The wolf screeched and fell over.

The other wolves immediately stopped their advance and looked at their companion.

The hurt wolf tried to stand up, but it immediately fell over again.

It tried its absolute best to run away and retreat, but it had nearly no control over its legs and constantly fell over.

Blood was leaking out of its nose and mouth.

That stone had severely injured it.

When the hunters saw the damage this single stone had caused, they almost couldn't believe it.

These wolves were over two meters tall!

They were terrifying!

Yet, a single stone had nearly killed one of them!

The wolves had completely stopped advancing.

And then, all the fear in the hunters' bodies was replaced with fury.

These wolves had killed their friends!

These wolves were the reason why they had trouble sleeping over the past few days!

The hunters shouted in fury and attacked the wolves.

It was like the hunters had gone insane!

The wolves immediately turned around and ran away, but several spears and stones stopped four of them in their tracks.

end, only a single

attacked by the

injured during these last moments, and one

careless, but in the end, the

the people saw that, they

felt something

Success.

Pride.

Status.

Power.

Admiration.

treating them like heroes, and everyone was

looking at

were bringing over their favorite

were asking them how they could become as strong

hours, the people returned to

the

excursions, they saw even more powerful

many beasts out there, but most of them avoided this

beasts would inevitably find their way

had to be ready

and the

was a new feeling in

Community.

had used the

used the

walked on the

talking

Everything was interconnected.

a

were left for the hunters and

the first time, the

And it tasted amazing.

hides were given to the crafters, who created

tough but

much better for

More days passed.

had been used up, and the missing days of the last

food for everyone

hunters were the first that got

farmers got their food

the gatherers

smiths got

remainder was split between the

people

They got nothing.

these stubborn sloths were forced to work by their

decided to catch fish to deal with their

of them were quite successful at that, catching more than

food, but the fishers said that these fish tasted way

one fish, they wanted

hunters left the small village again to

get food for

two weeks ago, they would have never done

after being admired and praised by the entire village, they

Responsibility.

looking up to them and betting

care for the

It was their duty.

It was their job.

More beasts attacked.