webnovel

Getting over the limit

This world is called Kituc There lives a weak adventurer who seeks fortune and wealth. His name is Hivon. His weapon affinity is hook and magic is none. The odd weapon gives him a discrimination among the adventurers. No one can train him. Another curse is that his max Health point is lower than normal. Why do gods want to toy with his fate?

nomanlike · Fantasía
Sin suficientes valoraciones
18 Chs

Chapter 13.5: Serpent dance (part 2)

After the first wave, they celebrate in a calm manner. Just double rations and rowdy music. They don't drink alcohol so they can be on guard. After all, the best should be savoured for the last right?

Hivon doesn't attend such crowded places. He just wants to eat his fill and reads a book on top of the guard tower since it is his watch now. A fellow adventurer nearby strolling his eyes for unusual signs approaches the reading young man.

"Would you mind showing your face now?"

"This is my face"

"But it is a helmet"

"There is nothing under my face. This is my face now!" He clenches his fist

"Alright, pal. Say, how many waves do we have to expect to happen?"

"The demon who stole my face dies, then it is over"

"I get your story there"

"Now, you should look at the tree in the north. There could be something there." He flips a page

As the fellow looks at that tree, indeed there is something. Rustling a whole tree around. Something big is sleeping over there. But they can't tell how many guards there are to protect that big thing.

Certainly, a cyclops siege carrier. With one of them, it can destroy a small town like this if humans don't have such mobility to intercept the siege weapon. That is why they need the cavalries in the shining armor to stall the weapon

Appology for the rush of that day, it was a horrendous idea to do datamining in such late timing

nomanlikecreators' thoughts