Cracked Wall Goblin Camp Novels & Stories

That man yelled at me while facing Dómr. “Grr…” Taking a step back, Dómr pounces forward again with a headbutt. WHAM! C-CRIK— Not good, the last barrier shows signs of cracking— it can’t hold any longer. “Guh…! Damn it— gigas lapis murum!” (Giant stone wall!) Stomping his foot on the ground, he summons a giant wall made out of stone, below Dómr— with its size large enough to launch Dómr to the sky above the trees.

I woke up when the countless banging sound and shouting voices echoed throughout the place. “Fuck you, Ivann! We talked clearly the last time and this is what you’re going to do?” a familiar voice shouted. Daevon? I slowly stood up from where I was lying and opened my eyes. In an instance from my vision blurring until it became clear, I widened my eyes in disbelief. What the hell is happening?

"Just as I feared, its a wyvern. Everyone take cover, Elenor back me up, Gabriel make sure the wolves are safe." Just as Morts finishes what he is saying, goblins come rushing out of the forest armed with weapons they stole from previous battles and start attacking the soldiers. The goblins go down easy but the exhaustion of fighting waves of goblines takes its toll and a few of them die. "I told you it would be dangerous coming this close to the Dark Territory." Elenor says. "I don't need to be lectured, right now we need to focus on staying alive and beating that wyvern."

And His only memories! The doors and windows cracked and burst all over the place as flames engulfed all that was in sight and sparing nothing. It looked like someone had set a bomb beneath it. The entire place exploded with fierce fire. He could see the explosion of orange flame that enveloped the beautiful mansion, raging through it in a flash and devouring everything in it.

By the time they reached the bottom, the tunnel breathed. And then— The attack began. A massive wave of goblins poured from the left wall—vile, hunched, teeth clacking, eyes glowing red with demonic possession. From the right: orc warriors in blood-forged armor, twice Khy’s size, wielding rusted axes that shimmered with cursed mist. And from deeper in the shadows… something darker. The Mist Warden. A floating beast cloaked in smoke and screams. No face. Just black tendrils and a voice like cracked glass.

The floor was uneven, broken into irregular levels by old structural shifts, and the walls had visible crack lines running in several directions. It was also not empty, because three monsters were occupying the far end of the chamber. Not crawlers, these were larger, and pale grey bodies with elongated limbs and heads that were disproportionately wide, eyes positioned on the sides rather than the front. Rock shapers, a dungeon type that formed from mineral deposits in unstable environments and fed on ambient mana. They had not yet noticed the three visitors. Hale stopped the group with a raised hand, and he studied the rock shapers for a moment.

He fell to the ground in two pieces and his blood gushed out of his corpses along with its internal organs, still steaming hot, its blood even melted into the ground. After a few hours, the Orcs were all dead. They had killed all the adults and took the babies to raise back at HQ. The had found quite a few babies on their way here and they took them all with them. They had cleaned up the place and turned it into their new Camp. The earth mages had turned the rubble wall into a brick wall and the huts were demolished and replaced with stone mansions enough for 500 people. By noon, all the platoons had regrouped. They had sent a few people out to explore the city and bring back a report. Every

The camp was eerily quiet after the encounter with the creature. Soldiers who had once stood firm in the face of Shadow Beasts now exchanged nervous glances, their hands never straying far from their weapons. Lyra remained at the edge of the clearing, her amber eyes locked on the kneeling figure of the earthen golem. Its massive frame shimmered faintly in the moonlight, the glowing embers of its eyes like a flickering fire threatening to go out - or blaze anew.

“There’s a weakness there." Xaren nodded grimly and with blades drawn and hearts pounding like war drums, they pressed on, toward the castle, toward Reyes. They reached the cracked portion of the west wall just as the sky deepened into bruised twilight. Smoke from the battlefield still curled in the air behind them, casting a haze over the forest and tinting the dying light a deep, burnt orange. The damage to the wall was just as Triston had guessed—an old scar from a forgotten war, ignored by the overconfident Nyxorian guard. Moss covered much of the split stone, but the gap was still large enough for two wolves to slip through if they shifted.

"You can make a team, two or three people for safety, the range was 1 km from our camp." "Just do that for the acting leader position?" "Not really, second idea to back up your duty as an acting leader is, making the lone Hunter grup as an outer camp, like guarding the wall." "Agree bro, ehmm.. I mean ... leader." The progress house building was very easy, their capability was amazing. All of the servants were young, around twenty years old. If they open the cloth, a six-pack body can be seen, it's not from training hard or healthy food, but that's because a nutrition Pill from alchemy. The last building was the wall, although is not based on stone, just a few lumber to make a wall, the gat