Fantasy Audiobook
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hefting his weapons, he pondered his next actions carefully. Apparently they knew where he waas since, and waiting for them to trap me in here like a rat in the cage. Cursing his foolishness, he slipped to the opening of the cave and casually walked out to meet his enemies. Time to trust. In his trustee, Companion Luck, Feliz is night vision locked onto some 20 nights in full plate armour who were in the middle of dismounting and prepping their weapons. The night of the sun was at their front, and he called out to the dark elf as soon as he exited the cave as elves, they, too, had night vision. Equal odds. On that note, at least, Phillies thought to himself. Throw down your weapons, Delay, Nick. We could do this peacefully, and you will be granted a trial. The Knights voice was musical even while Stern a quick trial, to be sure, ending with my body swing from a rope, I think not. Feliz called Bag the smell of the view. Craigie was even stronger. He had to keep them talking louder, he said. Instead, I want you to know that I don't normally kill without being paid. I dislike that very much, but I will end each and every one of you if I must. I don't prefer bloodshed, however. Who are you? The leader asked. Anger growing. I am for these of digital gallon Dre, the dark elf nonchalantly replied. A crashing sound came from the surrounding underbrush. To his left, it sounded as though a troop of giants were tromping through the forest. Police felt his eyes going wide by the another. There was more than one. The nights drew weapons and turned to face whatever was coming through the oaks and maples. They weren't prepared for what blasted into the small clearing. To be honest, neither was Feliz. These were creatures of darkness spawned Nzimbi Um. Then again, so was he. Large silhouettes appeared, followed by ear shattering shrieks, primal war cries that belonged more to beast in any intelligent being. Several of the knights ear drums were blown, blood running from their years. Please had already claimed his hands over his ears, knowing well the tactics of the strange beasts. One of the night shouted and horror as one creature loomed over him. It stood upright, a good 10 feet tall, it's body was that of a beetle, but it's legs and feet were birdlike, as was its terrible vulture head red, bloodshot eyes danced around, taking in each night a twisted light of joy, saying in those eyes, saliva drizzled from the creature's hungry beak. Each of the view Craigie's arms ended in huge crab like pinchers. It wasn't long before it jammed one of those very same clause into the horse of a knight who had not yet dismounted. His horse attempted to run, but only made it a few steps before the horror was on top of it, shredding the horse with its beak and pincher like hands. The horse flopped on its side, and the night was caught underneath it. He screamed in pain. Not one but eight. Fukra g burst amongst. The Knights Phillies knew he had to fight his way out of this mess quickly, since there was no real way to flee. With nights on one side and Voelker G on the other, cursing, he ran at the view craggy that just killed the horse and was now stepping on the carcass to go after the trap. Tonight it's being twisted into what Phillies imagined was a grin as the night screamed even louder from the added weight. Police ran and slid on his back, letting his momentum carry and passed the creature and swung his short sword. Is he zipped by the sword bit deep, slicing the hamstring of the view? Craigie It was. The creatures turned to scream, and it collapsed atop the horse. It continued, snapping its pincher hands and furious it died. Nights already lay dead and dying. A good half of their numbers wiped out from the initial attack. Entrails, bodies and body parts were scattered on the small battlefield.