Princess & Cyberserk

Disorder in Vampire City

Two young orcs were walking leisurely down the street of Night Hill City. No one paid any attention to these young warriors of the rampaging tribes. Some of the older orcs grinned when they saw large swords with curved blades at the warriors' belts. Most of the gray-haired warriors shook their heads. Tradition is a thing of the past. The scimitar is not the weapon of a true warrior. A real warrior should use a big ax. At least these sword fighters did not humiliate the clan and did not carry shields in their hands. Orcs never used shields.

"I like this town. And the camouflage is excellent. The main thing is not to meet our rampaging friend Dhroll," Dan grinned. He was curious about the atmosphere of Night Hill.

"That savage won't herd out of the dungeons," Tom reassured his friend. "We also need to spend more time on our development."

"Too great a reward for the adventure," Dan said. "It's important for us to get a complete package of drawings to develop our skills. Strangely, the gnome gods intervened and we got a quest at the system level."

"It's not strange, it's unpleasant," grumbled the clone. "In this world, the gods are watching the nations' activities too closely. I don't like that tendency. And I don't like vampires. Look at that brat."

Dan had already turned his attention to the group of vampires who were approaching them. The four young vampires looked very strange. They were vampires who had not come into this world. They were vampires who had already been born in Night Hill. Their young, pale faces had expressions of arrogance and unyielding confidence in their powers. A normal vampire who had lived for several hundred years had learned to control his emotions. In all cities, the vampire is forced to restrain his interests. Elves and gnomes are always ready to demonstrate their power. Even mice inspire respect with their skills and ability to gather into a united force to defend their interests. Orcs have long been an important part of life worthy of respect.

But in this world, the Children of the Night grew up in a different environment. From birth, they felt their superiority over the Orcish folk. From their childhood, the vampires of the Night Hill knew about the confrontation with the city of elves and gnomes. And of course, they all visited Community Hill in search of trouble and thrills.

One vampiress and two vampires were a little behind. And in the center of the group, a young vampire with a defiant expression on his face stood importantly.

"I'm ready to cut up these bloodsuckers. We could use some new masks," the clone whispered.

"I agree with you. A little fun and disorder are good," Dan smiled. He couldn't wait to check their calculations. Too cheeky and brash calculations on attribute allocation.

But for a moment the swordsman froze when he heard his friend's voice. He knew that Tom spends his time without sleep and knows no fatigue. The cheeky clone had spent too much time on the streets of Grossroads. This guy knew how to talk to vampires on behalf of an orc.

"Hey, you pale bloodsucker girl! You don't look as healthy as the skin on a rat's tail. Won't you take a sip of my blood? The hot blood will warm your heart and give you the power of the magic of the Daughter of the Night!" Tom winked at the vampiress and defiantly scratched his bare chest, which was decorated with strange scars. These scars were folded into a special pattern that gave extra protection for a true orc.

The insolent and loud suggestion made the vampires' walk go haywire. The vampiress froze in place. Her two companions staggered away. The young vampire in front of him seemed to run into an invisible wall. He stopped, and a small blade instantly appeared in his right hand. Dark scarlet glimmers flickered across the blade of the blade, marking the tool for the making of sorcery.

"You filthy beast! You dare to pay attention to the daughter of Draco's ancient family. Are you dumb enough to remember the cardinal law? I take blood from whomever I please, whenever I please! Get down on your knees, you stupid animal," the young vampire commanded.

"You can take whatever you want from whomever you want. I'm not interested in what you put in your fangy mouth. I want to make the young lady's day full of life and hot as my blood. But I'm willing to kneel before you. I'm a big pretender," Tom murmured the last words to the tune of an old song.

The sound of his voice was not coarse, and the vampires noted the strange melody at the end of the strange young orc's cheeky speech. The tall and broad-shouldered orc took a step forward and continued humming the words of a strange but pleasant song.

Ooh yes, I'm the great pretender.

Just laughing and gay like a clown.

I seem to be what I'm not you see.

I'm wearing my heart like a crown.

Pretending that you're still around.

The vampires didn't have time to understand. Suddenly his sword appeared in the orc's hand and the brazen son of the tribes struck the young vampire leader. The terrible blow was colored with scarlet light and made the vampire fall to the ground. The insolent intruder began to deliver more blows to his victim. The rest of the vampires froze at first at this unexpected and foul attack. No one has the right to attack them! They were the children of one of the most powerful bloodlines in the vampires. But the young orc demonstrated all the qualities of an exuberant tribe. The warrior chopped his victim and inflicted more and more fatal wounds on the vampire. The three vampires came to their senses and simultaneously struck the insolent with magic. The three vampires' attacks did great damage to the savage. Like most orcs, he didn't care much about developing the Body and had a modest health reserve. The vampires were shocked when they suddenly realized that this strange orc was constantly using magic-enhanced attacks. It was not like a normal orc fight. The vampire leader tried to fight back in the last moments of his life. But he was too late to react. The vampire's body stiffened and he died.

With cries of rage and indignation, the three vampires launched new magical attacks on the daring assassin. It was powerful damage that allowed the vampires to avenge the death of their friend.

"You have won, you cunning bloodsuckers! Why are you so cruel to me, beautiful vampiress? Why?" Tom felt the last remnants of life draining from his body. The vile vampires had applied their most powerful skills in sucking the life force out of their adversary. "The Secret Power of my tribe will help me!"

The orc tossed his sword aside his comrade and shouted with the last of his strength.

"Moon Prism Power, Make Up!"

The vampires froze at the unexpected action of this strange orc. But nothing unusual happened. The orc scratched his head and looked into the face of the vampiress.

"Your beauty has robbed me of my mind. I confused the ancient secret spells! How treacherous you are! This is not fair. The Saving Incarnation of the Bloody Fists!" Tom shouted the new name of the mysterious magic.

The other orc stood aside, taking his time to engage in this ugly fight. Dan wanted the vampires to have a special experience and bring the most unexpected news to their castle. The young man quickly applied the Phantom spell.

The orc figure in front of the vampires disappeared. The three creatures understood nothing. They thought the impudent orc was simply dead. They didn't pay attention to the fact that a figure appeared next to the other orc and instantly disappeared.

Tom acted quickly and decisively. Now was the most vulnerable moment of the plan to deceive the vampires. He always appeared in human form! Even if Dan disguised himself as an orc, his clone would appear in human form. It was a very inconvenient moment for their stupid plan.

Dan didn't move or show any activity. He reached his right hand out to his side and placed his valuable My Precious ring in the palm of his hand. It was the only ring that allowed him to perform a disguise with the Coward's Mask spell.

The young man felt his friend's invisible fingers touch his palm and Tom quickly took the ring. The vampires only turned their attention to it. No doubt they had questions and demands for the orc. They wanted to know who this vile troublemaker was. The young vampires were ignorant of the peculiarities of orcs. They did not understand the significance of the tribal tattoos and patterns on the orcs' clothing.

Tom quickly applied his disguise. Invisibility did not prevent him from reassuming the image of one young orc from Grossroads. The clone did not remove the valuable ring. He had already lost a great deal of value in attributes. His Strength index was now at best slightly superior to that of a young vampire. The phantom was ready to continue deceiving his opponents.

"The ancestral spirits have saved me! Beware, treacherous daughter of the Night. There is no warmth in my heart for you now," Tom shouted and struck the girl with the scimitar he managed to pick up from the ground.

The vampires froze. They were stunned by the sudden appearance of the familiar figure of the abnormal orc. The savage appeared out of nowhere and immediately struck the vampires with his sword! The vile troublemaker struck the beautiful vampiress in the head. It was cruel and very painful.

Suddenly a second orc intervened in the fight. Dan approached from the side. He drew his sword and delivered a precise blow to the head of one of the vampires. The silent orc's blow was terrible. The metal of the curved blade glowed with a scarlet light and collapsed on the enemy's head. In an instant, the vampire lost almost all of his health. He was not killed, but he could not stand on his feet. The orc did not stop and quickly struck a second blow, which was also enhanced with magic. To his horror, the vampire saw the familiar glow on the blade of his sword. This was the skill of vampires. But vampires had never taught wild filthy orcs their skills! Who was the traitor? The young vampire died with one last important thought in his head. They had been betrayed! 

The fierce brazen orcs went on beating the children of the Night. They did not stop and chopped the vampires in their most vulnerable places. The vampires had not bothered to wear armor inside the capital and were now being punished for their neglect of defense. The vampiress managed to swing her short sword of bone and made sorcery. An ancient curse fell upon the orc, which at once weakened the enemy and drained him of his health. But by her action, the girl harmed herself. Both orcs showed perfect savagery and indecency! They did not hesitate and both attacked the young vampiress. Several strikes to the body of the vampiress inflicted fatal wounds on her.

The orcs quickly finished off the last vampire and applied a cloaking spell to themselves. Now they wanted to walk away from the place where they had made the disorder. They needed to correct their plan.