Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 180 - 134: Boiling Point (VI)_2

Chapter 180: Chapter 134: Boiling Point (VI)_2

You want bear-people to perform spellcasting? Unless they’re a profession naturally gifted in spellcasting, the only thing bear-people could do is bash the brains of whoever came up with this ridiculous idea out of their skull.

"Hold on, I think I heard something." Toby the bunny companion suddenly stood up, his remark drawing everyone’s attention to him. The bear-person was called over, and using his hands, he lifted the bunny’s ears above the wall.

"Loud cheering noises, they seem to be getting closer to us! Oliver, lift me up a bit more!" The bunny patted the bear-person’s hand, prompting him to lift a bit higher.

"I see them! It’s our folks together with humans! On the west side of the street!" The bunny exclaimed excitedly, "It’s the reinforcements! They’ve broken through the Chaos Folk’s defenses! I knew these Chaos bastards weren’t so tough... Wow, look at that axe, what a hefty piece of work!"

Then the bunny ducked his head, and everyone saw an axe flying over the top of his head—with a Chaotic Warrior still attached to it.

"My God." A human let out in amazement.

"That’s some strength." The bunny watched the axe with the Chaotic Warrior fly over most of the playground before crashing... perhaps the term ’smashing’ would be more apt?

Only Oliver was stunned for a moment, as a bear-person, he’d grown up hearing the story.

The great bear-person legend and his war axe.

The axe from the story... seemed to be the very same one before his eyes.

He put down the bunny and walked towards the war axe, reaching out to take it from the corpse.

As he touched the handle of the axe, a small vine grew out of it, whipped Oliver, and then before everyone’s eyes, the handle of the war axe turned into a living creature with vines like feet, aiding the axe to walk like a person towards the street barricade.

The humans and Orcs made way, allowing the axe to pass.

Then everyone eagerly stuck out their heads, to see what looked like a child... no, it was a child, everyone watched him reach for the axe and then hoist it onto his shoulder.

"Have you been protecting the school? Good job, the streets to the west are now safe, you can protect the children and head to the central district, seek protection at The Temple, but remember not to go to the God of Wealth’s Temple, it’s been desecrated, and if you lose your lives because of that, I will not be held accountable," the child said, and then seeing Oliver standing at the back of the crowd with a puzzled and uneasy look: "Bear-person, you seem to know something?"

"I, I recognize the axe in your hand," Oliver was uneasy—he discovered his race’s sacred artifact in the hands of a child who was gripping it with one hand, knowing full well that even he did not believe he could hold it with one hand: "It’s called Blood Roar."

The child was silent for a moment, an elder stepped beside him and whispered something, and Oliver saw the child smile: "Now it’s my Blood Roar."

Oliver was angry, but powerless, such a legendary item would naturally choose its master, and those not acknowledged were only fit for impotent fury.

Then Oliver saw the child and the elder walk ahead, he also saw his own kind following behind, along with countless numbers of humans and Orcs, their gear motley. Oliver even spotted among them a chef in a white coat and his meat cleaver.

How could such folks deserve to follow behind the holy axe!

Oliver picked up his Hammer and shotgun and walked out of the street barricade.

The bunny called out to him from behind: "Oliver, where are you going!"

The bear-person turned around, pointing in the direction of the east: "I’m going to follow that axe, it’s Blood Roar, our Bear-person Bill’s sacred object! You protect the children and go, if I do not return, tell Dadasomi not to wait for me!"

After speaking, Oliver strode forward.

The bunny turned and glanced at his leopard companion: "Did you not tell Oliver about Dadasomi?"

The latter shook his head, pointing at himself, then gestured the height of the bear-person: "Look, Oliver is that tall, his fists are that big, and me? I’m just a poor Southern Panthersian cat-person. You expect me to tell Oliver that Dadasomi doesn’t even like him? That big lug would sock me to death!"

"So what you are saying is that I should tell Oliver, by the Goddess of Nature! I’m just a little dwarf rabbit!" The bunny screamed, pointing in the direction where Vrillio had disappeared: "That idiot following there is probably dead for sure!"

"So what you are suggesting is that we stop him now, tell him the truth, and then let him make a multiple choice question about whether to sock me to death or you?" The leopard looked at the bunny in front of him and asked gravely.

"If you push me into a corner, I can squeeze through a dog’s hole!" the rabbit replied earnestly.

"...You’re ruthless, Goddess of Nature, how did I ever make friends like you! I’ll go say it!" The leopard rolled its eyes and then put the helmet in his hand on his head, jogging away from the fort.

......

Malin turned his head again, having just charged, he was using the axe in his hand to perform a ’surgery’ of reform on the Chaotic Believers, the weapon was truly powerful, cutting through iron like mud, and cleaving people like chopping wood.

It was just the big bear behind him that was really bewildering—since the time of the charge, the bear’s tears had been uncontrollable like a broken water tap, sobbing as he followed behind Malin, crashing into the barricade made up of Chaotic Believers’ bodies. Of the dozen burly men who charged with him, four died and seven were injured, leaving only him unscathed.

Shouldn’t this be a time for rejoicing? Yet, this guy managed to cry while charging, cry while hammering people, and even cry when sending people flying, like a five-hundred-and-eighty-pound bereaved bear.

Malin wondered if this guy was following him to attract gunfire with his weeping?

...But that seemed unlikely, with his loud sobbing and hefty size, if the Chaotic Believers had any brains, their bullets should have been aimed at this bear.

So, he gestured to call the leopard over, who was completely oblivious to Malin’s summons. It was another leopard beside him who saw Malin and tapped the silly leopard on the head, who then, after realizing, ran over: "Did you call me?"

"What’s with your friend? I heard that after you talked to him, this bear stopped crying." Malin paused: "Did someone dear to him pass away?"

Malin could only think that, otherwise he really couldn’t imagine a male bear, at that, capable of crying so earth-shatteringly.

"Uh... actually, it’s because the girl he thought was his girlfriend never really liked him at all, she even asked me to pass on a message." The young male leopard was full of embarrassment: "I’m sorry, sir."

Malin barely managed to keep a straight face—"Is that it? Getting dumped by a girlfriend warrants such tears?"

"That’s probably because you are still young, sir." So sighed a middle-aged Mage with a beer belly.

"Yes, you’re still young, sir. You don’t know how heart-wrenchingly painful it can be." Sighed a young Southerner wielding dual swords.

"I originally wanted to say something, but then I thought about how young you still are, sir, and I didn’t know what to say." The Northern man with sparse stubble glanced at the big bear.

"Youth is truly wonderful." Said an old, retired Punisher with his hands on his hips.

Malin looked puzzled: "Wait a second, it’s just a heartbreak, right? I know, it is indeed sad, but is it really warranted? To be so heartbroken over someone who doesn’t love you."

"So, let me ask you, sir, do you have someone you love?" The Paladin who joined mid-conversation crossed his arms and asked.

"Yes, I do, there are five girls, they love me too, and we love each other till death do us part." Malin spoke softly, his expression tender.

He thought of his girls, each one of them his treasure.

The Mage turned his head away, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

The Southerner’s swords fell from his hands.

The Northern man ran a hand through his stubble on his own face.

The old Punisher let out a sigh.

The Paladin shrugged his shoulders, looking helpless in face of the situation.

Meanwhile, the bear continued to cry louder.