The terrifying roar of the war drums thundered more and more as the two adventurers neared the Mountain of Icepeaks.
“Look out!” exclaimed Lillin and shot the wolf that was running towards her companion.
Surprised, Chris let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Let’s proceed with caution.”
Chris and Lillin breezed through the fertile lands of Elderwood, and killed any creature that threatened their lives. After a few moments of nonstop running, they reached the foot of the mountain. Black smoke tarnished the supposed clear sky.
“The village chief! We have to talk to him before it’s too late!” Chris dashed towards the village at full speed.
“Stay calm! The village is surrounded by the Yetis and the Grass Goblins! Ugh… he’s always so reckless,” Lillin followed cautiously.
The Cyclops are holding the raiders at bay, but the grass goblins continue to come from all directions. Goblins and Yetis are being slain from left to right, but reinforcements keep on coming.
“Where are they all coming from? Why are they here?” asked a Cyclops warrior.
The village chief shrugged his shoulders. “We do not know their intentions, but we must hold until the humans arrive.”
Coming from the south, a familiar form emerged. It was Chris, angrily slaughtering the grass goblins.
“Reinforcements?” exclaimed the Cyclops.
“No. It looks like he’s alone. Who is he?” asked the village chief.
The Cyclops went towards the human. Fighting alongside each other, they defeated the small group of grass goblins in the area. The two conversed and walked straight to the village chief.
“Are you the village chief?” asked Chris.
“Yes. I am Gorlon, the village chief of Ishrock,” was the calm reply.
“Then you have a lot to answer from me!” Chris said angrily.