[Shadowcroft Academy For Dungeons 02] - Year Two by Hunter James A. & Ritchey Aaron Michael

Author:Hunter, James A. & Ritchey, Aaron Michael [Hunter, James A. & Ritchey, Aaron Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: virtual reality litRPG role playing dungeon core, wizard mage shapeshifter warrior troll assassin, science fiction thriller sword sorcery superhero, contemporary high fantasy magic occult elf, action gamelit dark gritty epic metaphysical wuxia, men’s adventure video game adaptations young adult, cyberpunk apocalyptic dystopian quest MMO
ISBN: 9798473895124
Google: yr3rzgEACAAJ
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services LLC - KDP Print US
Published: 2021-09-14T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Tet let her scarab drop to the ground, and it started to grow and didn’t stop until it was a massive creature, covered in glossy black armor, with curved swords instead of mandibles—actually, they were massive khopeshes, swinging back and forth in front of the tank-sized scarab.

At the same time, Logan drew forth his Skullcap Waddlers, armed with Crimson Coral blades attached to sturdy sticks. Mariah Carey raised her weapon. She was about to let out a mighty war cry when Logan shushed her.

<There’ll be plenty of time for that later, Mariah. You’re going to ride Tet’s Khopesh Beetle to the south. Hit the Game of Bones Tavern first, break as much as you can, but keep moving. Got it?>

Mariah saluted him. The other little mushroom dudes looked at their leader with wonder, blinking like stunned fangirls. They then saluted Logan as well.

The tank, along with its host of mushroom riders, scuttled off down the snowy street.

Tet and Logan took off in the opposite direction, jogging to the back of the guildhall. Their pups and kits were still in the front, waiting in the shadows, watching Arfgar, who was pacing and hitting a big flagon of ale every once in a while. He had a bundle of clanking throwing axes on a leather belt slung over his shoulder. To the east, the townspeople continued to shriek and flee. To the south, people were leaving in droves, unable or unwilling to handle the stink, filling the air like a plague.

Tet tossed off a couple of her Cryptonic Missiles to shatter the windows.

Snarls erupted from the back side of the guildhall.

In the front, Arfgar howled in fury and surprise. “Cloud Deaths dive!” he bellowed. “Furry Fangs bite!”

<Cloud Deaths? Furry Fangs?> Tet wondered for a second. Then she sent her Mew Serpents into battle. <Bajjy! Kill that barbarian and I’ll give you a treat!>

Logan sent Noodle and his litter mates to help.

From above, a giant eagle emerged from the clouds, soaring down through the snow with its claws outstretched. From inside the hall, the snarls were from dire wolves—monstrous wolf-like creatures with red slits for eyes and huge fangs dripping slobber. Ah. These must be the Furry Fangs.

<Tet, you get the eagles,> Logan sent. <I’ll deal with the dire wolves.>

His gills exploded in a storm of yellow Pollinic Affliction spores. One of the wolves fell into a fit of sneezing, blowing out big wads of mucus. All that sinus action halted the monster in its tracks.

The other dire wolf charged. Logan called forth his ruby shield from his Ring of Pockets and triggered his armor. Simultaneously, his body expanded upward and outward as his fungal exoskeleton thickened. A flick of his ring, and he gripped a silver short sword. Logan was no longer the weak, squishy fungaloid he’d been at Iron Trunk. Now he was a battle tank, ready to go toe to toe with whatever Arfgar had to throw at him.

Meanwhile, Tet thrust one hand straight out and unleashed more queasy green Cryptonic Missiles.

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