The Wolf King's Lair 6: A Dungeon Core LitRPG Tale by Devan Drake

Author:Devan Drake [Drake, Devan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-03-13T16:00:00+00:00

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The infernals didn’t delay and they moved on to the second floor, ‘Tough Mudder.’ With the exception of the twenty goblin warriors, I left this floor unchanged. Ranks of wood elf archers manned the trenches at the top of the hillocks and bailed out the water all over the soil-covered approaches making climbing and descending treacherous with razor wire obstacles awaiting the clumsy on either side.

Much as I presumed. Tir’Goran and his loyal flying followers went airborne, easily avoiding the difficult terrain I had designed below. Which is why I had left the two hundred archers in place. They filled the sky with arrow fire making life awkward for the flying imps. Missile avoidance, even without the agility boost from Sundered Hate, was well within the imp’s capabilities, but it was an aggravation they soon tired of.

In the end, they chose to hover over their ground-bound companions rather than fly forward and deal with the annoying threat. Which did not go down well with some of their companions.

“Why in the hells are we still being peppered by these poxy arrows?” Thorzoth snarled after they had crested the third hillock and finished killing the patrolling dire wolves that dwelled between. “Tir’Goran, you damned lazy sod, take your imps and go end those fucking pests.”

“Why should I? Tir’Goran screeched back. “None of you appreciate me or my imps. Always giving orders as if we were your lessers. Look what happened the last time you asked me to send them forth. I lost half of my champions. Which is what you wanted isn’t it, you mother-slaying bastards.”

“You are a lesser infernal, you witless coward,” Thorzoth snapped back at him.

“What about your two incubi with wings, Thorzoth?” the imp lord sneered back. “Why haven’t you sent them forward?”

“He’s got you there, Thorzoth,” Tharzus Soulblight chuckled from behind the arguing pair.

Thorzoth glared at the interruption but didn’t say anything more.

“Ha! Nothing to say. I thought not,” Tir’Goran cackled with victory. “Don’t expect me to do what you are not willing to. I am your equal, not your slave.”

There were several more arguments of a similar nature until they reached the final hillock and fought in melee with the remaining wood elves. Again, I had redirected about a third of the archers into the sealed bunkers and left only enough to be convincing in the fight to the death at the floor’s end.

The third floor I had dubbed the ‘Vertigo Palace’. It was a relatively new addition with earlier floor designs shuffled upwards and was based on a similar concept to the treetop floor I built for Nessa’s dungeon, but without any trees.

Every room was a circular vertical tube, and they were stacked on top of one another. The ‘ground’ of each room was made up of a series of tightly meshed and enchanted razor wire. Tight enough that you couldn’t pass through and thereby it met the design protocols.

Stepping slabs protruded from the smooth inner walls arranged in an ascending spiral and they were the only way to the top.

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