Whisper of Iron Book 2: A LitRPG Crafting Fantasy by Pivots Matt

Author:Pivots, Matt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royal Guard Publishing LLC
Published: 2023-06-25T00:00:00+00:00

Dee was jogging through the upper level of Dunbar, training her heart and regaining her stamina after her injury. Her stamina pool still only filled 25% of the total amount, filling a few percent higher with every long run.

As she reached the courtyard on the first level of the settlement, Dee spotted a scout waving his hands wildly to one of her fellow hunters. She ran over to see what was happening. Apparently, he had noticed an approaching army. He stood there, breathless and wide-eyed, his words tumbling frantically.

"They're coming! The enemy is marching towards us! A different pack of Shadowalkers from last time!"

Dee's resolve hardened, and she wasted no time. Her heart pounded in her chest as she raced through the bustling streets of Dunbar. She had to reach the walls, rally the defenders, and prepare for the imminent attack. Her eyes scanned the faces of the Feka, filled with determination and fear. Bells sounded behind her, the same alarm bells from a few weeks ago.

"To the walls! Prepare your bows! We may not have a drawbridge, but we will defend Dunbar with our lives!" she yelled as she ran. Her heart rang out in pain, but she pushed through it.

The archers, well-trained and disciplined, swiftly took their positions. Their numbers had been refreshed as the Monarch sent reinforcements over the last few weeks. They notched arrows onto their bows, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. Sounds were coming from the jungle, but no sign of activity yet.

A bitter reminder of the new Baron's foolishness loomed large. The absence of the drawbridge and the dismantled crossbow contraptions had left the defenders vulnerable. Undeterred, Dee turned her attention to the warriors gathered near the gates. She looked on as a white tiger, who had replaced Typh as male security head, spoke to his warrior Feka.

"Warriors of Dunbar! The time has come to defend our home, our people! Prepare yourselves for battle! Stand tall, fight honorably, and let the enemy know we will not yield!"

The warriors, their expressions resolute, roared and drew their weapons, forming a formidable line. Their swords gleamed in the fading light, reflecting their unwavering determination. They were ready to face whatever came their way.

As the tension thickened in the air, the distant sound of marching paws grew louder. The enemy was approaching, their intentions clear. Dee breathed in and out, steeling herself for the onslaught that awaited them. She ran up to the wall to look into the jungle, waiting to see what came through the tree line.

A group of around fifteen Stalkers came out of the trees first, their long wolf snouts the same as she remembered. They walked on their two legs, intelligent eyes observing the settlement. They began howling, and a new breed of melee troops emerged from the trees.

Hundreds of sleek, hairless dogs emerged from the woods. These creatures possessed powerful limbs adorned with razor-sharp claws that dug into the ground as they propelled themselves forward with remarkable agility. Their eyes, sharp and intelligent, gleamed with fierce determination.

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