On his back, Azaworth used his hands and clung onto the shell of the algamor, checking to see if the elderly slave man was still hanging alive. Turns out, the elderly slave was hanging, but screaming at the top of his lungs while using his wrinkly old hands to hold tightly to the shell of the algamor as well.
'How much oxygen does this old geezer have in his lungs?!'
Now isn't the time to think of it, as Azaworth had to devise a new plan fast to survive. He desperately kept clinging on for dear life as suddenly the algamor started shaking a lot.
'Shit! It knows we're on it!'
To make matters worse, another algamor picked the pace up to attempt to use its mouth to bite me off from its brethren. Its sharp teeth and saliva almost gave Azaworth a heart attack.
Without thinking too much, Azaworth used his leg and kicked at the beast at its head above the mouth to move it back. But without surprise, it didn't even move an inch and stop biting for a moment, and stared at Azaworth while picking up its pace. It looked like it was disappointed at Azaworth, as if it gave the facepalm look.
'This shit has intelligence and mocking my stupidity?! Well, what do you expect me to do against you, genius?!'
Azaworth had an annoyed look on his face as the algamor went back to keep biting him, but struggled as Azaworth kept moving around the shell a lot. While moving about, Azaworth also noticed the elderly slave had fainted from screaming too much and moving a lot.
'This old geezer...'
Soon after, 2 more mini algamor who were part of the herd, which seem like calf began, climbing on the algamor that Azaworth and the slave elderly man were stuck on, and climbing at a fast rate, which surprised Azaworth as he had to deal with even more troubles.
Soon, he took the last opportunity to dodge the algamor bite and began climbing up the shell, despite the shell being small. From what he had observed, the algamor are intelligent creatures in their own right, and it seems they started targeting Azaworth only after spotting him among their brethren.
Azaworth climbed a bit up and soon, he saw the two mini calf algamor and started biting on his hand. Despite being small, they had sharp teeth as well, and they pierced into his flesh, and Azaworth grunted in pain.
It burned like hell with the sharpness piercing through the flesh. And it felt like something was entering Azaworth's bloodstream. He could only cling helplessly as the algamor calf began to chew on his hands.
'Shit! What do I do?! There is nothing here-'
"Slave!"
Azaworth's thoughts were cut off as one of the guards, whom he recognised as the one he had managed to convince earlier, unsheathed his sword, which was the one that was able to damage the algamor. The guard threw the sword directly at Azaworth, while he maneuvered through the algamors with his horse.
The sword, unluckily, clattered with the shell off the algamor and fell and stab the flesh of the moving algamor that Azaworth and the elderly slave were on and it yelped in pain which caused it to move around a lot and made the calf algamor to lose it's balance and while letting go of chewing Azaworths hand, and caused him to fall a bit as well.
'Just my luck!'
Before falling off completely, he managed to grab the other part of the shell of the algamor. Despite his hand being weakened and blood oozing out fast, he had to continue to live through this. Slowly, he navigated on the shell and managed to see the blade. He reached his hand to try and grab the blade, but it was futile as he was a bit shorter.
'Curse this small height of mine!'
Cursing under his breath, he then spotted that the algamor was about to hit the next caravan with many more slaves and but with many more children. Knowing what must be done. Azaworth pushed forward and slowly but surely felt the hilt of the blade. Feeling it, he kept pushing forward and managed to grab the blade, and when he held it, it was surprisingly light.
But before he could cherish himself a bit, the algamor he is on just jumped upwards, which caused him to fly up as well on the back. Azaworth could see the land below; he didn't know how high he was, but noticed that he was above the algamor a bit. He took the opportunity to aim his blade and himself, and soon began falling.
'Think of it as mining through something tough!'
As they fell, Azaworth's gravity was much greater, as he dropped faster than the Algamor itself. Hoping it would work, Azaworth focused his attention on the Algamar head and aimed it down. Soon, he approached the head of the beast and prepared himself.
He kept his eyes open and was filled with adrenaline. Soon, his eyes began to burn with green flames within his pupils. He thrust down as hard as he could at the head of the algamor. The blade, as shined reflected brightly as the sun shines on it, and Azaworth stabbed the shell head of the algamor.
Despite creating a little crack, with a surge, he kept pushing the blade downwards as they fell on the caravan and destroyed it.
The dust settles, and what remains are stains of blood on the sand and wood square poles stuck inside. The algamor beast stood up while Azaworth panted in exhaustion, and soon the greenery flames in his pupil faded.
Soon, smoke started appearing in the sky, which indicated that another thing was approaching the area, likely allies. And the horde of Algamor saw it and, in fear, stopped and ran away. The remaining caravan and guards stopped their ride and watched the scene as the horde ran away.
However, the algamor that the Azaworth and the slave elderly man were on still didn't move an inch. But to everyone's surprise, the head shell began cracking and the blade pierced through the shell, breaking it apart and stabbing the head of the algamor.
The beast screamed loudly and soon its pupil in their eyes disappeared, and it fell, its four legs spread apart, and it slowly died.
[You have slain an adult algamor!]
[Items dropped: None]
"H-he...a random slave killed an algamor by himself?!?!"
The voice made by the ui system about slaying the algamor resounded in Azaworth's ears, but not a single movement was made by him. And multiple guards and slaves that remained murmured to themselves. Alphiues immediately got out of the cart and rushed towards Azaworth on his feet in the burning sand.
Despite a guard calling out to him, Alphiues ignored it and immediately arrived at the corpse of the algamor and approached Azaworth and spotting his hand bleeding.
"Azaworth! Your hand is bleeding! Come on, we gotta get you-"
"I....I....couldn't....save them..."
The word shocked Aphiues, but he calmed his nerves down.
"I-it's fine, Azaworth....you did your best-"
"If only.....they weren't in the way....if only I had grabbed it sooner...t-then maybe..."
His mutters shocked Alphiues, but he knows that Azaworth is likely traumatized by the sight. Soon, he noticed his chain on his leg was broken.
"Azaworth! Where is the elderly man?"
Hearing those words, he snapped out of it and was soon shocked and looked around. He spotted a lump on the body a few meters away, and they both soon rushed to the body.
It was the elderly slave man, as he was breathing heavily and his body was broken from the fall, but still breathing. It seemed that at the moment earlier, Azaworth had completely forgotten about the elderly man.
"Old man! I'm sorry I forgot about you, I'll quickly get help for you!"
Azaworth, showing his panic state, despite being annoyed by the elderly man several times earlier, it would seem that they had grown a short connection even with a few words spoken to each other.
"Old man! Don't die on me now-"
The old man slowly raised his hand to cut him off. He gave a slight smile.
"I.....h-have lived a terrible....life....k-k-kiddo. I'll...have to break my p-promise with you hehe...only one lesson I can give you.....survive by....being greedy to yourself....and others...."
He drew his last breath and slowly looked up to the sky, and the sun burned his face.
"Old man! Old man!"
Alphiues could only watch in sorrow as he didn't know what to say. Azaworth is still holding the blade in his hand as he struggles with his word.
"Damn it...I couldn't....do anything....."
Soon after, the high command officer that earlier thrown his sword to Azaworth, arrived and watched. But could only quickly look at the sky and turn back to both of them.
"Come on, you two, no time to mourn. We have to move quickly."
Alphiues turned his back and wanted to argue, but Azaworth complied and stood up, wiping the tears away from his eyes, and both got escorted into their caravans. Before he entered, the high commanding officer put his hand out, and Azaworth understood and gave him back the sword.
Despite wanting the sword for himself, he knows he would likely get punished. Once inside the caravan, they began to make a move as the sun slowly began to set, signaling that Azaworth had survived another day of this purgatory trial.