The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 22: Chapter 20: The Sounds Of Grinding Stone And Frightened Cries

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Chapter 20 The Sounds Of Grinding Stone And Frightened Cries It was an unsteady beat, the off-rhythm bang of steel striking steel and wood. Dust particles wandered around the rooms and halls of Brekk, ever trying to find their way back to the stone that had spawned their existence. Each breath of air that flowed in currents through the burrow had kept so many of them aloft and distant from the walls and floors they sought. A blade sliced upward, creating a swirl out of the dust that had finally made it to the ground. Stics sidestepped Worik’s wide swing, only to bring his shield up to block when his opponent quickly shifted the angle of the next attack When they’d joined Nik’s party, Worik had thought, We’re each level 1. We’re all at the base of the mountain’s path, and our enemies have already begun the climb. We need to train. Worik’s eyes were as fierce and determined as Stics’. Neither spoke. With a simple nod they understood each other and separated from the others to spar. The new information was more than just a wound to their pride, it was a battlehorn calling them to surpass their own limitations. So, while Pearl, Kath, and the burrow lord planned, they would train. Pushing his friend’s blade away with his shield once more, Stics said, “C’mon, Worik! If you can’t hit me, then how will you strike past an adventurer’s defenses?” Worik’s eyes went cold. The image played in his mind of his close friends falling one by one around him, before he too fell. One image stuck frozen in his mind. He couldn’t reach her in time. Her beautiful face lay still, her eyes left open. He thought, Don’t worry, I remember the dead. The next series of movements forced Stics back. He’d been forced to use the head of his hammer to block one of the blows, and the next slid over his shield and cut across his cheek. Stics shoved his hammer straight forward into Worik’s chest, knocking the wind out of him and possibly bruising a rib or two. “Hey!” They heard their burrow lord’s shout cut through the din of the burrow and the sound of their own sparring. “Don’t do anything that would require the use of a healer. If you can’t avoid wounding each other, then you can’t be trusted to spar with real weapons. I would like to be able to trust you in everything.” “Yes, my lord,” they said in near unison. Nik turned back to the wrinkled sheet of paper with frayed edges that sat laid out before him, Kath, and Pearl. Kath continued pointing to the map of tunnels and caverns as she spoke. “Here, and then they could also be here. Their travel patterns can be a bit dodgy, but we’ve been killin’ them in these areas for years to at least keep their numbers down.” “I see, that’s farther than I thought it might be. Back towards the surface where we entered and down a side tunnel that looks five or six times that length. That’s just the trip to the closest area as well,” said Nik. “Yes, My Lord, but you want to go on a hunt, and that usually means going on a decent walk. We could ride our cattle, but Cowsloths don’t travel all that fast.” As curious as Nik was at the mentioning of another unfamiliar animal, he let it go for the time being. “I still don’t have a solution for my inability to sleep, which will be the problem to overcome with traveling any great distances. I will just have to go and visit Lord Cril before we can leave on any adventures. She’d probably appreciate being asked about us hunting in her lands anyway.” “Requestin’ access could take days for a normal goblin, luckily you’re a visitin’ lord. If you’re goin’ to visit with Lord Cril, then I’m sure permission would be granted more prompt-like,” said Kath. Pearl threw in her own thought, the muscles of her cheek straining to keep her smile at bay. “Probably, I think she might have a sweet spot for Lord Stormclaw.” Nik did his best to ignore Pearl’s jab. “A visiting lord, eh? I guess that’s how I would be seen now. I have another request to make of her, so I should probably just go talk to her before