She Becomes The Hero In Another World 112 She Fights In The Monster Stampede

"They look dangerous." Sir Markham noted.

"They look delicious!" Chelsea said. Just imagining how they would taste had almost made her drool.

Just as they were about to snap out of their surprise, a man in black armor with gold trim noticed them. He motioned to two rear guardsmen and pointed at Robin's group, before returning to observe the battle before him. The guardsmen openly approached Robin's team. Seeing them approach, Robin judged the best plan of action was to remain where she stood.

"Greetings, travellers! For what reason do you come here?" One of the guardsmen asked, with a salute.

"When we arrived in town, we heard about the monster stampede, under the flag of Prince Christian from a far away country. Seeing he was safe behind the city walls, he sent us here to see if we could be of any help." Robin replied, returning the salute. "Once the stampede is over, we would like to meet with Sir Drago, as well as explore the dungeon for a bit."

"Wait here. I will relay your words to Sir Drago." The guard said, and left the other guard behind with Robin's crew, while he returned to Sir Drago. After speaking to the black armored knight, presumably Sir Drago, the guard returned with his message.

"The left flank could use some reinforcement. Please head over to the squadron near the pine trees, and ask the captain for further instructions." Was the reply. "As for the rest, Sir Drago said this: 'We'll just have to see you ply your skills, first'."

Robin's eyebrow twitched. Skills, huh? In that case...she would definitely show him her skills. She politely thanked the guard, and saluted once more, before heading towards the struggling group of soldiers.

When they arrived, Robin realized that all the soldiers were wearing the same armor. Where was the captain? Robin immediately realized this was another test.

"Sir Raymond, Sir Dylan, and Sir Grey, please help block the monsters in front of the wounded. Sir Daniel, and Sir Markham, please guard Chelsea as she tends to the wounded." Robin ordered.

"And, what about you?" Sir Daniel asked.

"Me?" Robin smirked as she cracked her knuckles. "I haven't had a good fight in a long time. I will be busy plying my craft."

For the first time in a while, Robin once more drew the hero's blade from it's sheath. The blade seemed to hum with excitement as she held it. It had been a while since she could find some good practice dummies. An excited grin grew on her face as she rushed straight to the frontlines, and dove right into the fight.

Limbs flew, and tusks were severed as Robin let herself loose. A skilled swordsman with the best blade truly was better than one hundred mediocre swordsmen. The battle lines for the boar stampede was pushed back a whole ten feet within a minute.

While Christian and Keith had a brief idea of what Robin's skills entailed, the knights under Robin's command could only stand there, and watch in amazement while they protected the injured guards. Indeed, when the Hero un-sheathed his blade, nothing could stand before him!

After ten minutes of a continuous a.s.sault on the part of the cave boars, the attacking boars finally came to a halt. But, it wasn't due to Robin's skill. Instead, a monster cry similar to a wyvern roared out from the cave, bringing the paunch-ful cave pigs to come to a halt.

Thud.

THUD.

THUD!

A ma.s.sive figure emerged from the dungeon entrance, nearly filling it with its great girth. Scars and old wounds littered the bristled skin as it stepped out into the sunlight. Once it was completely out of the dungeon, it roared again, sending sound waves that pushed the militia back.

"That is one big boss..." Robin muttered in admiration. Standing outside the dungeon entrance was a boar the size of a house.

"Keep steady!" Sir Drago called out. "It's just Old Boulder. I'll deal with him!" He jumped forward, speeding towards the giant beast like rockets were attached to his boots, despite the heavy black armor he was wearing.

Noticing the figure approaching it, Old Boulder the Boar snorted, and began its headlong charge towards Sir Drago.

"He's going to get trampled!" Chelsea gasped.

"Ye must be newcomers here. Just watch. Sir Drago is not as helpless as ye think." The soldier she was healing chuckled. "After Sir Drago whoops Old Boulder a bit, the entire herd will retreat with him until the next rainstorm."

And, as the soldier said, when Sir Drago clashed with the huge beast, although the ground around him was torn up and depressed, Sir Drago was perfectly fine. He then jumped atop its head, dealing sword blow after sword blow atop the fat pig's broad back.

After being tortured like this, Old Boulder could finally stand it no longer, and turned about, charging back into the dungeon, where his back wouldn't be savaged. Sir Drago jumped off its back, then turned and looked at the smaller boars still milling around outside.

This made the smaller boars jump, then quickly, they ran past Sir Drago back into the dungeon. The soldiers cheered again, and Robin sheathed her sword. Thus, the stampede had been impeded.

After the soldiers settled down, they began to clean up the aftermath. Not long after, Robin was summoned to speak with Sir Drago. She left Chelsea and the knights to help apply first aid to the injured soldiers.

Sir Drago took off his helmet, and his straight black hair fell smoothly down his shoulders. Robin felt taken aback a bit, since his appearance was similar to that of a prominent immortal swordsman from a chinese wuxia novel.

'Did this world suddenly change genres?' She thought to herself as she blinked.

"Does my appearance surprise you?" Sir Drago asked, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Indeed, I have been told my face is unlike any other in this kingdom."

"Mmn. For someone who looks so young to be so accomplished in sword arts, I truly am surprised." Robin nodded.

"I could say the same thing about you." He shook his head, good-naturedly. "You couldn't be older than eighteen, right?"

"Just turned sixteen not even two months ago." Robin replied with a nod.

"Only just become a man? And already so skilled! You must have had quite the teacher." Sir Drago mused. "Looks like I've been supplanted as the genius around here."

"If all goes well, then not for long." Robin replied. "I came to see you for three reasons. The first, being to help you out with the monster stampede."

"Oh? and the other two?" Sir Drago asked.

"Of the other two, the first one would be to explore the dungeon while we're here, collect the super potion special ingredient for our company's magician alchemist, who is interested in it.

And the last reason would be to inquire if we might have a look at your local maps. My company was a victim of random transportation, which caused us to find ourselves nearby. If we could figure out where we are compared to where we were, it might help us figure out where we need to go next." Robin explained.

"Hmm..." Sir Drago rubbed his jaw in thought. "I see....Well, it should do no harm to tell you, then. The super potion ingredient you were looking for can be found he-oh, looks like I was too late." Sir Drago said, as he looked at the battlefield behind Robin.

"Hmm?" Robin turned around. The dead boars that had littered the ground everywhere were nowhere to be found. Even the gra.s.s had been restored to a perfect green as if it had never been trampled.

"Well, you'll know once you encounter them in the dungeon. Here, you'll know what to do with this once you find it." Sir Drago smiled apologetically, and handed her a gla.s.s jar that looked very much like a salt shaker.

It was at that point that Chelsea ran over to Robin, looking very much shaken up and panicky, with a pale face as white as a sheet.

"What's the matter, Chelsea?" Robin asked, concerned.

"Th-the boars! ..B-bugs..! ..G-gra.s.s..!" Chelsea exclaimed.

"Mmn. It's too bad the boar are gone." Robin agreed. "I remember you wanted to roast a few because monster meat was delicious."

At this, Chelsea's face turned green as her eyes rolled back, and she fainted into Robin's arms.

"Chelsea! Oy, Chelsea!" Robin called, shaking her shoulder. But Chelsea would not wake up.

"I don't understand! What happened?" Robin sighed, puzzled and slightly frustrated.

Sir Drago coughed politely, and turned to the side. A smile that threatened to turn into laughter was quickly smothered before Robin looked up.

"We have a few first aid tents in the pine grove. Why don't you let her rest there for a bit until she wakes up?" He suggested.