"Report!" King Rudolph barked.
The Bundeus-cursed elves struck their camp at night. It was chaos with n running and dying everywhere. Deathberry, those fucking heretic druids with no concept of honor in battle went too far. And now he had to rein in his n in the middle of the night.
Chieftain Kegan knelt. "Your Majesty. We lost about three thousand n. Those that survived acquired poison resistance traits. But the n are unsure. So are talking of desertion!"
"NONSENSE! Bundeus gave us a divine mission," The King shouted. "And we are going to burn that wretched forest even if we need to fight to the last n!"
"We sense the Beast," The hierophant of Bundeus said. "It is near. Wounded but alive."
The freaking prophecy that the one-ard daughter of the witch would be his doom. Rudolph spat. He spent a fortune arming all of his guards with silver weapons and had them waste valuable perks getting better at fighting were-beasts.
"Bundeus better keep his part of our deal," Rudolph growled.
The hierophant just smiled. "He will. Your Kingdom will be blessed by Bundeus even though you'll never return. Fulfill your divine mission. Slay the beast."
With the camp awake, it would be harder to do another rain attack. Not to ntion the barbarians could flee at the first sign of trouble. I was set to block them from marching on Fulgen unbidden though. I was determined to end this even at the cost of this life and end this I will. They also had an earth mage of considerable power and I was afraid he would sense what I was doing. So far, nothing happened.
I spent hours digging a huge - for a jaguar kitten - chamber underneath their camp. Nenandil filled it with water and I dissolved all the poison I had left. The water was kept from touching the earth and floated like a bubble with in the middle. Once my lungs were filled with water, I had to swim to avoid falling to the bottom.
The main barbarian camp is above us. Here goes nothing.
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