The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 60: Book 2, Chapter 11: Heir To A Broken Empire

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Quests had been gained, completed, and the rewards granted. The problem with the pair of quests Nik had received was that they had left him with more questions. There's a whole new domain menu with a built-in shop! And of course, I don't have enough points to actually buy any of the upgrades. We can reset the levels and face new challenges to earn more points, but all of the currently available upgrades are just defenses for this single tower. The tower itself was a terrible, nightmarish place, and Nik found the prospect of going back in to be wildly unappealing. The next notification was interesting, though. Feature Locked By Location After all of the horrific things we just went through, I still don't see anything that has to do with the domains. How am I supposed to— his train of thought derailed as he exited the Emberwood Tower. Feature Unlocked Addy, who'd left the tower by his side, had continued forward for a moment, having failed to notice him fall behind. The corner of his vision was covered by a round, semi-transparent map. As soon as he noticed it, the small map grew to fill his entire field of view, and as the members of his lowerguard piled out behind him, he was knocked forward by the jumble of bodies. The Stormclaws had exited back-to-back through the shimmering doorway, and they ran into each other the same way upon reaching the other side. Nik chuckled to himself as he watched his friends going through the same facial expressions that he'd probably made a few heartbeats ago. They could see it, too. Worik, who was the last of the goblins to arrive in the forest proper, smacked into Stics’ back, and said, “Jeez, who decided to stop walkin’… What in the tower? Why is there… Wait, no. How is there a map in my face? Are you guys seein’—” Thud… Thud-thud. A series of impacts from behind his right side knocked Worik forward and into the back of Stics’ shoulder. The only one of the four who'd already exited the tower and was facing Worik's direction was Nik. He summoned his shield, with Stics and Kath following suit. They reacted too late to stop the next volley. The arrows had seemingly come out of nowhere. Even as he moved, Nik watched arrows slip past his guard's still-rising shields. Those shields dropped as each of the goblins stumbled and fell. He'd let his vigilance slip, and the consequences had come. In a matter of heartbeats, three of his allies had been downed. Only the sight of their HP in his vision stopped him from panicking. Then he noticed the small word that appeared beside each of their names. Paralyzed. A bestial battle cry came from his rear, followed by the barbarian that it belonged to. Addy rushed past him toward the source of the attack. The other adventurers were arriving to a scene of chaos, leaving the tower to find collapsed goblins and Addy vanishing into the trees. “Adventurers, stick together here and help my friends. Wolf, I need your nose; Harper and I will follow you.” Orders issued, Nik started in the direction that Addy had gone in. One thing was evident. Not only had the barbarian gotten a head start, but she was faster than he was. Wolf had also quickly gotten ahead of him, but the shifter was keeping his pace just slow enough to allow Nik and Harper to keep up. The trail led them through thickets, copses, and across a shallow stream that soaked the bottom of Wolf's pant legs. Once they made it across the water, they stopped following only scents and broken twigs and began tracking drops of blood. The further they trailed after Addy, the more blood they found, and the lower her HP plunged. A harsh voice screamed from beyond the next hill, and Wolf stopped at the crest. When Nik reached the top to join the shifter, he looked down to the scene below. Addy was covered in her own blood, arrowheads protruding from every limb, and HP so low it could easily be called the edge of death. Yet, the barbarian stood, holding an orc aloft by the throat. She lifted the orc even higher and then s