War Of The Witches

Hellhound Of Death

"These are the weapons you were telling us about?" Darryl asked Carl in surprise.

"Yes, Master Darryl," Carl replied.

"But these are just knives, spears, axes and swords," Samson said and lifted one knife. He put down the flaming piece of wood because the torches were on and the fire slowly went out.

"Yes! These are some of the best weapons you'll ever find." Carl said.

"Oh, Carl! It seems you've been dead for so long you didn't know that weapons have advanced a whole lot since your time." Darryl said.

"Have they now?" Carl lifted a brow.

"Oh yeah, they have. But I guess we'll have to make do with these. At least they're better than a metal rod and some sticks." Darryl said.

"And they'll do a much better job in killing Kristokulos," Samson added.

They packed up as many weapons as they needed and wrapped them up and were ready to return.

Suddenly, one of the torches that hung on the wall went out, much to everyone's surprise, even Carl's and his magic was what kept the torches on.

"Carl