We had been assigned to gather wood from the nearby logs.
Our supervisor however had ordered us to not chop any trees in a 3 mile radius of our territory.
So here we were with three hounds pulling some new carriages built by someone.
We weren't privy to that information, all we needed to know was where we were to gather resources and how much we needed to gather.
The gathering part was easy just fill up the three carts to their limits.
According to the specifications of the carts it could hold up to 1000 pounds or 100 units of a resource.
It was turning night when we had finally filled the last cart.
It was with a gasp that one of my fellow workers was shot in the throat.
A hopeless look appeared in his eyes…
The life bleeding out of him.
There was nothing we could do to save him. No amount of rushing would get us back to the territory where there might be a chance to save him.
It was with those thoughts that a fury grew in the stomachs of my comrades.
Quickly all those that had saw the death alerted the others but by that time with our guards down another 5 were killed.
The only good thing to come from this was the location of our adversaries.
There were some to the front of us and more at the back.
More than half of the arrows had come from the front but they had come one at a time.
That was a sign that there was only one or two people at the front.
The back on the other hand saw to it that there were 5 or more arrows flying at the same time.
While us workers personally couldn't do anything since we were not equipped to handle unseen enemies, the ceryneian hounds could.
I signal for the two beside me to go unhook the hounds from the ropes binding them to the carts.
Holding up my hand I count down from three with my fingers.
On one the one to my left dashes from where we were hiding, behind one of the carts, to the cart on my left and the person on my right to the right.
I on the other hand dashed towards the ropes on the hound we were hiding behind.
With deft fingers the rope was quickly released.
However our efforts had not gone unnoticed as an arrow had pierced the torso of the one to my left.
I could see him fighting through the pain to get to the other cart.
I couldn't help him though this was his mission and to put myself out there was to put another person at risk.
It was my job to make sure that everyone made it back and I had already failed that.
However I was not willing to sacrifice more lives for the small chance to save one.
The hind that I had released was currently dashing towards the trees, sniffing out an unknown enemy.
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POV Anael
It had gone so smoothly. freeweb(n)ovel.com
Kill a huge chunk of them in a surprise attack then injure or kill the rest depending on how they responded.
Then those… those…
They definitely looked like humans, but there was no way that any amount of people that large could have met yet.
Anyway those people, humans, humans I'll call them for now.
Anyway they had unleashed something…
At first I thought they were just letting their pack animals to report back to their territory but no.
As soon as they were unleashed everything went wrong.
The majority of his summons were killed in an instant.
The hounds that were unleashed looked like they had teleported. They were just that fast.
Of course I, the great Anael, the warlord, had good instincts.
So I ran at the first sight of their movement.
…
I ran and I ran, I could feel them on my back.
I could reason as to why I was not killed but for now I needed to keep running.
Back to base I may not be able to kill them myself but maybe the myriad of summons conquered from other crowns could be of some help.
Surely it couldn't slaughter my army of 10 tier 8 summons.
Smirking to myself I continued on my way back to the territory.
As I got closer I activated my talent.
[Fear]
[Fear: a tier 9 talent that allows the user to rule through fear.]
Although the skill didn't sound too impressive it allowed me to command my troops through fear.
As long as they feared me they would obey.
As I got closer and closer to my territory I saw not fear and trepidation in their eyes but a deep seated anger.
"What are you waiting for, kill that hound!"
I yelled at them but no one answered. It was like they no longer feared me.
'Why!'
'WHY!!!' I yelled and raged in my head.
It was supposed to be mine. Everything this new world had to offer it was supposed to be mine. freewebnove(l)
As if answering my question the system rang
[Your talent Fear has failed in its activation]
"Pft"
"Hahahaha"
I laughed and howled but the only thing that answered me back was the disdaining gazes of the summons I liberated from their former masters.
The last thing in my vision was the glint of a knife.
"Tch, waste of space."
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[Your talent fear has evolved]
[Gained the tier 8 talent fear of death]
[Fear of death: a tier 8 talent that allows you to come back from the dead as a skeleton if sufficient fear has been gathered]
"Hahahahaah!!!" Damn those bastards.
I looked at my hands and saw nothing but the bone white glow of a skeleton.
'No need for Allie's, I'll kill them all'
An unknown notification rang unknowingly to me.
[You have forsaken your chance at being the ruling crown, crown system deactivating]
[Adventure system activating]
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