Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !

Chapter 85 NOX LIMIT !

As if in revenge, the fighting against the orcs intensified.

But Maxime knew that this renewed intensity would not last long.

Seeing that the outcome of the battle was becoming increasingly negative, he made a decision.

"Nox Limit, activate!"

A powerful energy coursed through the bodies of all the mercenaries, making them stronger, more agile, more enduring and improving their thinking abilities.

Suddenly, the entire battlefield was turned upside down.

Experienced mercenaries who had previously been in trouble could now easily fend off the orcs and even kill them!

Maxime, before the shocked eyes of the former villagers, began to exude an almost tangible aura.

Maxime took advantage of this to decapitate 3 orcs who had been bothering him for a while, at lightning speed.

With his talent bonus, he had over 4 physical points, making him as strong as any knight in the Kingdom!

A few new mercenaries were able to catch a glimpse of the scene.

"Is it still human to do this?" muttered one of them in disbelief.

On the other hand, Andrew went slightly mad with joy, as if changing personality, and began a massacre in the ranks of the orcs.

"Hahahaha I've missed this feeling of being filled with power!"

Raucous cries began to echo throughout the valley.

"Hum! That's better, chief!"

Rodrigo complained slightly, but he was happy.

At the same time, he and Ultia looked at the little orc with mischievous eyes.

"Since when can humans be so powerful?"

The little orc was incredulous.

In his tribe, he was always told that humans were extremely weak, and that he should only be wary of humans dressed in metal.

His shock was compounded when he saw his first victim stand up as if nothing had happened.

Henry felt particularly good at that moment, as if he'd just come back to life.

His sense of weakness had completely disappeared; instead, he had never felt so powerful.

He first decapitated the orc who had attacked him in a blind spot, then kept an eye on the little orc.

"Leave him to me, I'll take care of him personally," he said, looking at Rodrigo and Ultia.

Both nodded and stepped back.

Maxime, who had had time to kill a dozen orcs, and seeing that the overall situation was under control, turned to Garen, Lira, and Jean, who were now shining particularly brightly.

"You too can fight. It'll give you your first combat experience."

Seeing their leader still exuding a powerful aura, and with his now white, intimidating eyes fixed on them, they all had a renewed respect for their new leader.

They understood why no one dared respond to Maxime's orders.

Faced with a monster of such power, the thought of a negative response did not exist.

After being stunned for a moment, Garen happily nodded with some excitement and rushed towards an orc attacking Piedro.

Full of spirit, he let out a roar and swung his sword with increased power at the orc.

But the latter blocked easily, to Garen's surprise.

The orc, even with his low intelligence, felt it odd that this human should be so weak compared to the human he'd fought before.

He began to emit continuous hoarse sounds.

"Hey Garen, I think he's laughing at you," Lira murmured with a smile.

She had been discreetly following Garen as he charged without a clear plan.

Simultaneously, an arrow flew into the orc's mouth and pierced his brain directly.

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This sent him plummeting to the ground, never to rise again.

The two turned and saw Jean still holding the bow and pointing at it.

But even he was surprised.

"Don't look at me like that, even I didn't know that was possible."

The other new recruits escaped from the center of the protective circle and began to help the experienced mercenaries.

The new recruits, who temporarily had the physique of elite soldiers, were no longer as vulnerable to orcs as before.

As the need to protect them disappeared, all the experienced mercenaries were able to let loose and show off their expertise.

Some even took the time to give the new recruits a few pointers during the fight.

On the other hand, the fight between the little orc and Henry was brutal and intense.

Henry, wounded and poisoned, had almost lost his life, but thanks to the activation of Maxime's special power, his body was recovering very quickly.

The little orc, quick and cunning, was still a threat.

If his physique was calculated, he wouldn't be far off the 3-point mark.

What's more, unlike the other orcs, his physique was very well balanced, with no obvious strengths or weaknesses.

As he stood at a distance, watching the scene with calculating eyes, he analyzed Henry, now back on his feet and invigorated.

Henry's muscles tensed as he slowly advanced towards his opponent.

The little orc, armed with his poison-coated dagger, squinted his piercing black eyes, a look of contempt on his face.

Not waiting for Henry to take the initiative, he ran towards him.

His movements were agile, almost dance-like, contrasting with the brutality of the other orcs.

"Don't think you can win just because you've resisted my poison, human," the orc growled, his hoarse voice echoing in the stale air of the plain.

He circled around Henry, looking for an opening, while Henry kept his sword raised, ready to strike.

Suddenly, the orc leapt at Henry's back, his dagger gleaming in the morning light.

Henry reacted immediately and deflected the attack with his blade, creating a sparkle between the two weapons.

But the little orc, far from being thrown off balance, used the momentum to slide to Henry's side and attempt a swift blow to his leg.

Henry felt a sharp pain as the poisoned point grazed his thigh, but he didn't flinch.

Instead, he seized the opportunity to swing a circular blow, forcing the orc to step back hastily, narrowly missing tripping over the corpse of another orc.

"Is that all you got?" spat Henry, his jaw clenched, his eyes shining with determination.

His muscles vibrated, fueled by the power of Maxime's talent.

The little orc responded with a twisted smile, then charged again, this time with a series of swift, precise attacks.

The sound of clashing blades intensified, each movement becoming a deadly dance.

Henry managed to dodge and deflect the blows, but the orc continued relentlessly, his movements becoming more and more frenzied.

Finally, Henry saw a gap.

In the rush of the orc's over-ambitious attack, he dived, bringing his sword down with all his might.

The little orc's face became a marvel to behold.

The blade split the air and hit the orc in the shoulder. A wrenching cry of pain erupted from the creature's throat, and an expression of pure hatred contorted his face.

Yet he didn't fall. With one last thrust, it tried to plunge its dagger into Henry's neck, clearly ready to die taking its opponent with it.

But Henry, anticipating this move, pivoted and grabbed the orc's wrist with a powerful hand. The poisoned dagger hung trembling between them.

Then Henry slowly brought his sword down one last time, driving the blade into the little orc's chest.

Henry felt the strange sensation of the sword slowly piercing the orc's entire body.

But he didn't feel any sense of disgust; instead, he was still a little afraid.

If it weren't for Maxime's talent, he'd be dead here today.

Silence fell abruptly on the battlefield as the orc's body slowly collapsed, his now empty gaze still fixed on Henry.

Panting, covered in sweat and blood, Henry sat up, his breath heavy but triumphant.

Adrenalin was still pumping through his veins, and he turned his gloomy gaze on the rest of the mercenaries who continued to fight against the remaining orcs.

Gradually, the orcs began to retreat, their ranks broken and their ferocity cooled by the mercenaries' might.

Their green blood ran over the ground in much of the valley.

Undoubtedly these monsters were extremely robust, usually requiring several blows from an experienced mercenary to finish one off, and that was counting the bonus of Maxime's talent.

Rodrigo and Romuald coordinated a final assault, finishing off any orcs who tried to flee.

When calm returned, a heavy silence fell over the battlefield. The saber-toothed tigers, covered in sweat and blood, regrouped, counting their wounded.

Maxime, standing in the center, glanced at his men, satisfied. Despite the difficulty of the ambush, his new mercenaries had stood their ground, had not run away and had even fought the orcs, proving their worth from the very first fight.

He approached Garen, Lira and Jean, who were still panting, their eyes shining with fatigue but also with a newfound pride.

"You fought well," Maxime declared, his tone solemn.

"But this is only the beginning."

The three newcomers nodded, realizing that their lives had changed forever and that they were no longer ordinary villagers.