Now, they will have to put aside their differences to discover whatever—or whoever—is killing players, but the truth they find is darker than either of them imagined….
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EXTRACT
Sivlander, slayer of thousands, warrior of the highest regard, trudged up the mountain. His arms were aching not from soreness, but from the jumpy energies that came right before a fight. His companions—an archer, a paladin, and an explorer—followed behind him, but not too closely. Around him, the snow was falling from the upper reaches of the mountain and he could feel each snowflake landing upon his face. Yet, the cold wind’s blowing was somewhat refreshing, considering the fights that they had overcome in order to reach this part of Vemor Mountain. There’d been many a Troll, fiend, and brute waiting for them along the broken and jagged crags of the terrain, but Sivlander was not a man to be easily stopped by his foes. No—he wielded his great sword comfortably, easily cleaving through the hordes of beasts on his way to the top of the mountain... but Sivlander wasn’t here for them. Rather, he was here for the greatest foe that the Vemor Mountains would ever know. He was here for Crieagg, the Chief Ogre of the Mountain.
Sivlander turned to face his companions. He could see their faces of fear, and he grinned. “Comrades, we are not here to grimace at fate; we are here to slay Crieagg and reap the greatest rewards there are!”
The archer shook his head at the comment. “But, sir, it’s—”
“But what? We aren’t strong enough? Bold enough?” Sivlander interrupted the archer. “We’ve got our weapons, our wits, and most of all, our experience! He’s just around the corner, friends. Raise your weapons and let’s do this!” With this, he abruptly swung away from the complaining archer. His companions for this part of the adventure weren’t particularly the best people that he had been able to find, even if they had seemed motivated enough by the potential coin and plunder, but the closer they’d gotten to Crieagg, he’d heard all the more whining and worrying from them. Still, he refused to be daunted by such talk.
Sounds of shouts suddenly greeted him from the distance. “We found him!” cried a voice, this followed by the loud balooooo of a hunting horn.
Sivlander turned to face his allies, “The scouts! We must move quickly!” And with this, he drew his great sword and began to run toward the sound of the hunting horn. The scouts weren’t supposed to have engaged—they’d only been supposed to scout ahead and find the Chief Ogre—but it would be just his luck if they were slaughtered so needlessly.
Sivlander and his party rushed up over the snow-covered land to find two men in leopard skin battling against a massive Ogre. The creature was nearly three times Sivlander’s size, and it was hideous, fleshy and bulbous. The yellow eyes of the massive beast glared at Sivlander as it roared out, “Feast upon the flesh of the mountain crawlers!” The scouts were quickly clubbed by the Ogre Chief’s huge wooden club and then the beast turned to rush toward Sivlander. Now, Sivlander could see that the Ogre Chief was Level 78, armed with a Club of Severe Crushing, and had a Health of nearly 1,000 hit points!
“Archer! Shoot the beast in the arm!”
“I have a name,” the archer grumbled. “It’s Kalifer.”
“Shoot it, now!” Sivlander screamed as the massive creature lumbered toward him. He braced for impact, as he was a fighter and wasn’t exactly the type to dodge a blow. Immediately, the massive club crashed against his body, but he held himself firm. Pain shot through him, but he knew it was just an illusion. The mind of the fighter needed to be steeled against all pain. Holding fast after the blow, he raised his great sword and hacked away at the legs of the Ogre Chief. He heard the swiff swiff sounds as arrows flew over him, striking the beast in its right arm and causing it to stagger and reel backwards. It tried to lift its arm to slam the heavy club down atop Sivlander, but its injuries slowed it down enough for Sivlander’s blade to block the blow and push it backward. The beast was strong, but so was Sivlander.
“Come on, men, slay the beast! Together!” Sivlander shouted. The paladin had been busy healing the two injured scouts, but he leapt up and grabbed his righteous silver sword so that he could rush to flank the Ogre. The Ogre was clever enough of a creature to see this coming, though, and while it continued to strike away with its club with one hand, it reached out its other to grab the paladin. Sivlander saw this momentary distraction as the perfect opportunity, and with a deep breath, he leapt up with as much strength and speed as he could, and climbed up to set himself atop the beast’s right arm. The creature’s height was staggering, at nearly twelve feet tall, and Sivlander held on tightly in the hopes of avoiding falling.
“I’ve got it!” the paladin cried as he leapt aside and began to slash at the creature’s massive arms. The arrows kept peppering the air, striking into the Ogre’s flesh, but Crieagg’s body was so thick that many of them didn’t even draw blood.
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Dragon Kings of the New World
Copyright
The Iron Dragon
Blurb
Dante Doom
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Untitled
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
End of The Iron Dragon
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