The Last Portal Jumper (Book 1): A LitRPG Progression Fantasy Series by Konstantin Zubov

Author:Konstantin Zubov [Zubov, Konstantin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magic Dome Books
Published: 2024-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

“BY THE WAY,” I started, an unexpected question on my tongue after I merged my memories with our current situation. “Since we’re headed for the center, won’t we be drafted into the army, too?”

“What, you don’t want to defend your people?”

Visilius squinted at me.

“It’s not that I don’t want to... I just think I’m still pretty weak.”

“You don’t think that,” the old man said with a grin. “And the commanders who would be leading you into battle won’t think so either. Select warriors from the feudal lords’ forces will go first. The guilds will send some fifth-rank members.”

“And then?”

“Then we’ll all go, or the enemies will come here. But you’ll be even stronger by then. If you don’t die, of course.”

Visilius, of course, had to end with his favorite flourish.

We continued on, and as the sky began to brighten, wolves — the main scourge of these areas — attacked us again. There were six of them this time, so Visilius wasn’t able to show off, and immediately went to work. He only left me two again.

I killed one immediately. The second was seasoned, and he and I danced around the terrified, neighing horse for a few minutes.

I finally caught it, first stabbing into its flank, then finishing it off with a spear blow to its thick neck. The wolf wheezed, then went quiet.

“Finish mine off,” Visilius said. He went over to Windswift and starting calmly stroking her mane. “There should be two still alive.”

There turned out to be three, but I only got experience for one of them. The others were too near death before I got to them to give me anything. The wounds he’d inflicted were more significant than my light taps to the neck.

* * *

Before long, the sun rose, and the blue, cloudless sky hinted at another infernally hot day. We ate a quick breakfast, then moved on before it got too hot. We walked much more quickly in the daylight, though the landscape didn’t change much. The road (well, it was more of a wide path) was lined either with forests or endless meadows of tall grass.

We had to ford three narrow streams, and crossed a suspension bridge over a wide one.

“Should we sleep a little?” I asked, wiping sweat from my brow yet again.

The sun had reached its zenith, making it difficult to keep walking.

“Difficulty breeds strength,” Visilius said, grinning. “Level up your stamina!”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously, if you quit your whining and pull yourself together, we can get to a village by nightfall and sleep in real beds.”

“The kind made of a rag covering boards, with a bundle of hay for your head?”

“Those are the ones!” Visilius smiled dreamily.

Uh-huh. Of course, I was already used to the medieval ascetic life, but I sometimes dreamed of a nice, soft mattress. Especially when I was sleeping on something particularly hard. But Visilius was right — it wasn’t about comfort. Better to sweat the day away and spend the night in relative safety.

An hour later, we left the road and started walking along the edge of the forest.

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