Zeomora made Saiberlygh move faster while asking, “The monsters must have arrived?” The man said, “No, these monsters arrive earlier, the rest shall come hours later. Hopefully, they don’t usually attack people inside towns, cities, or villages.” A monster came out from the ground and went in front of them, throwing the carriage to the ground. Some monsters walked on two legs and had weapons on one hand. The monsters headed towards them, Uhpheldra went in front of them and drew out her sword. Zeomora said, “Run will take care of them,” he said, “And what about the medicine,” Zeomora said, “Don’t worry will take care of that,” and they ran away. Uhpheldra ran towards the monster, cutting off its leg and as it fell to the ground, she jumped on the back of its head and slaid it. The clouds cleared off and the sky stopped glowing red. Zeomora said, “We have to do something about the medicine,” Uhpheldra said, “I got it,” she made the whole carriage
The assassin ran towards him lowering his hand down, “What are you doing attacking the soldiers?” Suddenly, more monsters arrived and the soldiers ran away, but the warriors and the adventurers remained behind. The sword Alkaldria held his hands together, he breathed heavily, duplicating himself, then floating in the air. The duplicates sliced the monsters in great speed, splitting their body parts. The mage created a dragon that breathed out fire, setting the monsters a blaze. The mage went on top of the dragon and it flew up in the sky, he jumped out of the dragon, but before he reached the ground, he created a sphere that caused an explosion on the monsters, blowin
It lifted him by the head and was about to kill him, but the other three legendary heroes arrived. The assassin jumped out from the sky ship, shooting it with a bullet on the arm and as the bullet penetrated through the front side, he redirected it and it started piercing it countless times. The bullet finally entered its body and became larger, turning into a spike and parts of it protruded through the outside. Blood spilled on the ground as it let go of Zeomora and fell on one of its knees. The sword Alkaldria started floating and he went in front of it, his sword became ablaze, he threw the sword towards the mon
Uhpheldra said, “If we don’t do something quick, they are going to kill her,” Saiberlygh growled in anger, hitting the door several times with all its might and the door opened. One of the men said, “Impossible, how were you able to open the door. Only a person with metal class can be able to do something like that,” Zeomora said to himself, ‘So, Zeomora has gained metal class.’ He went to Raivhar and saw that few places in her body were burnt. Zeomora reached to one of the humans and asked him, “What were you doing with her?” The man said, “We were killing her, use of dark class is forbidden in this kingdom,” one of the priests looked at her in shock, “But how, why was that spell not effective on her? She was supposed to be dead by now,” Zeomora grinned and said, &ldqu
The mage waved his hands making the dust to settle. The king said, “It’s you again, the shield Alkaldria,” the sword Alkaldria said, “This time, you won’t get away.” The soldiers surrounded them, together with the mages who prepared to attack. Zeomora said, “You can’t kill all these soldiers, just for defying the mage’s orders.” The king laughed and said, “Look who’s speaking, you are in no place of uttering a single word after killing all those soldiers.” The mage said stepping forward, “This time, I’ll make sure you won’t escape,” creating numerous swords that were floating in the air. He told the party members, “We should hold hands in order to unite our mana, in order to create a shield b
Bright flashes of light illuminated the battlefield intermittently, a mesmerizing dance amid the chaos. Amidst the mayhem, some humans, fuelled by sheer adrenaline, discharged their weapons in a frenzied frenzy, their expressions a meld of confusion and grim determination, a harbinger of imminent triumph. At the forefront, a lone elf manipulated the arcane forces at his command, conjuring a shimmering, circular barrier of impenetrable metal with a mere gesture. A pulsating blue gem at its core radiated with an otherworldly light, enveloping the elves in an ethereal shield that deflected the lethal rain of bullets unleashed by the marauding humans. Seizing the initiative, the elf bravely vaulted beyond the protective barrier, his body impervious to harm, a living fortress against the onslaught. With a swift, practised motion, his metallic appendage transformed, striking the ground with an earth-shattering force that sent shockwaves rippling through the ranks of the human burglars. As t
The tension hung heavy in the air, thick as the shadows cast by the looming trees. The elf leader, his eyes sharp and keen, surveyed his companions. "We shall lure them to the designated spot," he declared, "and then... let the dance of blades decide the victors." From the depths of the forest, a gruff voice echoed, "Alright, men, we move in fifteen minutes. Remember, bring back the good, or don't come back at all." The smugglers' leader, a burly brute with a scarred face, barked his orders, his words dripping with greed and violence. "Do you trust them?" one of the elves asked his leader, a hint of doubt colouring his voice. The elf leader allowed a subtle smile to play on his lips. "Trust? In humans? Never. But they believe they hold the upper hand, and that will be their undoing. We shall reclaim what is rightfully ours, one blade at a time." Under the cloak of night, the procession began. The gleaming weapons, potent and valuable, were guarded by a contingent of Prehendrins, th
Amid the charged atmosphere, the smuggler who had been in the wreckage raised his voice, venom dripping from his words, "End him! He's earned his fate..." Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden blast silenced him, his head obliterated by lethal force. The ruthless smuggler then turned the weapon towards the elf, an embodiment of unyielding determination.The smuggler engulfed in a silent tempest of fear and greed, fixated on the coveted weapon that lay between them, a prize desired by both sides in equal measure.Before any further developments could unfold, their leader arrived on the scene, flanked by reinforcements, his authoritative presence casting a shadow over the stand-off. "What madness is this, my son? Dispatch the elf and secure the prize," his command cutting through the tension like a whip.As the confrontation escalated, the smuggler recognized the crucial moment at hand, a beacon of opportunity amidst the chaos. Ignoring the hail of bullets and the cacophony of b