The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 37: Chapter 33: Cries Of Pain And The Sound Of Snapping Bones

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Chapter 33 Cries Of Pain And The Sound Of Snapping Bones The breeze carried a low whistle through the night that hadn’t been present before. The collapsed earth had created a mouth for the hissing wind to give louder voice to its passing. I can’t risk being caught by surprise. No, the shadows are still out there. I need to stay hidden, and I need to stay alert, Mor thought. As she remained within the branches of a tree, she looked over the hole that had swallowed the adventurers, and she let a yawn slip past her strict control. She cursed herself internally. Yawning just made you yearn more for rest, and in the wrong situation, it was a weakness of mind and body. Keep focused, there is no room for weakness on this night, thought the orc huntress. Shouts of argument drifted through the wind; some of the adventurers had returned. They’d climbed from the hole and walked in the direction of the tower. Her patience had been rewarded with information. The number of adventurers to contend with had gone down. Hours more passed before she caught sight of an elf-woman approaching the whistling maw of earth. The elf had dropped through the opening, and vanished into the darkness like the others had before. Another hour or two passed in the night before the sky began to lighten. The sun was rising and the shadows would soon be at a disadvantage. In a few more long moments the sun would creep higher and she could allow herself the small mercy of stretching out her stiff muscles. Crack A sound reverberated in the distant depths of the forest, the first sign of trouble that she didn’t need. Another bang, and the creaking of splitting wood was followed by the sound of a tree falling to crash into another. The sounds of destruction continued, growing ever closer. Mor looked from the horizon where the sun had yet to reveal itself, over to the direction of the violence that thundered through the trees. She couldn’t see much through the branches around her. The treetops lit to a vibrant green as rays of sunlight touched the peaks of the canopy. Growling snarls, yips, and barks sounded from a borderline orcish sounding throat. If this is a member of the hunting party or even Drutha, I will not hesitate… I cannot hesitate , she thought. Another sound and there was movement. Squinting her eyes in search of any glimpse of the threat, she saw a flash of the fur of a hulking humanoid figure. It was running through the trees at full speed. Running from something, when you’re that huge and dangerous looking… Tower, it can move fast, though , she thought as the creature rapidly drew closer. Too fast… I couldn’t outrun them or anything quick enough to be chasing them, she realized. So she kept herself hidden. It blew past her, giving no notice to the orc in the branches overhead. A winged shadow came after, and time came to a crawl as a black face looked up at hers. Her heart stopped beating as the creature slowed below her. The shadow let out a painful ear-piercing scream, and continued after its chosen target. And before the shadow did the same, she watched the furred creature dive into the hole. The sun’s light trickled over the ground, bringing brightness to the area surrounding the cavity in the earth. Two other shadows raced below, stopping at the edge of the canopy’s shade. They’d been too slow to follow their winged brother, and sunlight now blocked their way. I can’t return to my people empty handed, but what in the tower is going on here? She asked herself silently. * * * A howling sound began to rise from the tunnel ahead. They had finally drawn near enough to their exit that Nik could hear the snarling wind… Snarling… That’s not the wind! He realized with a start at the same time as Doggy and Ryan both growled. A furred beast ran toward them in the dark. It was down on all-fours. It moves like the evil version of me from the trials, but it’s… wearing clothes? he thought. Nik drew his shield and spear from his inventory, pushed the image of his