For the LOOT: A LitRPG Fantasy (GOBLIN MODE Book 1) by Han Yang & Pearce Adams

Author:Han Yang & Pearce Adams [Yang, Han & Adams, Pearce]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royal Guard Publishing LLC
Published: 2023-04-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Twenty-Five

THE BLOODY TOMB OF KAZMOT

The Elder always told me I had the gift, but I never believed him. It was not uncommon for strong fighters, even martial classes like rogues and barbarians, to display some level of innate magic. I wasn't the only one with those abilities here. Although mine had just found me; Nordak's rage carried him into supernatural ferocity in every fight.

From what I'd seen at the Guild Hall, magic would appear in near anyone who survived long enough on the front lines. Even bards with their stupid little lyres.

Bradley's sword lit blue with lightning and, by his dash, gouged the construct's chest. Electric ribbons of fire danced through the crypt, carried along on a thunderclap with nowhere left to go. I was temporarily deaf in the aftermath.

"It's resistant to lightning, you fool!" Lang barked.

Nordak roared and charged. He leaped over the construct and came down hard on its back. The statue swiped at him with a clawed hand that caught him across his chest. Its rusted hands, made of scrap and ruin, tore deeply into his flesh.

This was no dwarven clockwork masterpiece like those I had run from back in the badlands. It was hastily made and left to rot on its own. Knowing that fact gave me some courage. I thought we might win this, right up until the troll landed on my back.

He'd not lost sight of his tasty treat in the midst of our battle. Nor had the other adventurers dissuaded him with their power. He had a singular mind to eat me, and with his fingers like spearpoints, he drove forward to spill my guts.

I had been knocked away, but not off my feet. As I turned around, I swept my daggers out, and I sliced his oncoming hand into pieces. The troll recoiled in pain, and I smirked as his fingers hit the ground. Yet, I watched just as quickly as they regrew, and my smile faded.

"We need some fire over here!" I yelled to Lang. It was the only way to stop a strong troll's natural healing factor. Without it, everything I did would be in vain. And the troll knew it, too. I could see his satisfaction.

A scream of pain echoed in the room, and I recognized it as Freya's voice. The blue specter over the coffin extended his hand toward her, and in the reflection of her armor, I saw flashes I didn't recognize. Images streamed out of the ghost's eyes like a beam of terror, and it struck her flat on her back, paralyzed.

Lang waved his hand and blocked the ghost's next attack in a magical duel. He threw a spell down on Freya's head, but the light of it disappeared and she merely went on screaming. He spoke, "Damn ghost! I'm a little busy right now, Bogart!"

Bradley turned his attention to the troll as it closed in for another attack on me. Any major hit would put my sorry ass out of the fight now, we both knew.

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