Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER IV: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (6)

CHAPTER IV: FELLOWHSHIP FIELDS (6)

Between the underground roots of the giant trunk of the tavern they had abandoned, a battle had raged. The m******e had gotten in the way; the paths of the tavern were destroyed, and treasured. The fallen giants, and the small homes of the hidden town perpetuated in flames and ashes. The place was full of soldiers from the north, as the group of the God of Air was on the outskirts of the tree; examining the belongings, of the giants, and leaving some of them, alive and in chains.

"Sir, we have two of the owners of the tavern where the criminals were!" exclaims one of the soldiers.

"Bring them, then!" exclaims Amsiret.

Then the soldiers brought two little creatures, one dressed in blue, and the other dressed in green. His legs were short and thin; one was paunchy, and the other was even more paunchy. His beards were long and treasured, and his gaze was one of wonder and adrenaline.

"This is a true joke?" exclaims Amsiret. "What the hell are shore goblins doing in these meadows?"

"We are mountain goblins!" exclaims the blue.

"Whatever they call themselves," responds the God of Air. "Where the hell did the fugitives go ?!"

"There were no fugitives here at Three Gobs!" exclaims the green goblin. "And for your information your highness, we do not provide answers to disgusting kings of the north!"

"And what about those from the south?" exclaims a distant voice.

Among the nearby roads, the Plasma God approached. His posture was booming, and his solidity was imposing and fearful. He threw the body of the red goblin, in front of them; who had been electrocuted moments before.

"Moblin! Why ?! " exclaims the blue goblin.

"He was our brother!" exclaims the green goblin. "It was his birthday! Slaughtermen! Pay us! "

The Plasma God quickly bent down, and grabbed both goblins and began to choke them, bringing them with him.

"I don't give a damn about his b****y brother," Arac replies. “If you don't cooperate, this is what will happen to both of you! Except that I will cut off their arms and their little heads in front of both of them so that they can sweat the pain that damned usurpers deserve! "

Arac threw them against the grass, while they wept for his brother, along with their chains attached to their sides.

“I don't think they will work for us if you destroy their throats,” exclaims Amsiret.

"They're not going to do us much good anyway," Arac responds. “They escaped into the waters of the sea from the thousand algae. They crossed to the other side, but I have no idea it's there. "

"Is seriously? Exclaims the god of air.

"This is the stupidest route to go south," exclaims Arach. “I have no idea why the hell they crossed over there, it's an impossible road! And there is no way to get there if it is not through those tunnels under the water! "

"Well, if we have to cross, we will cross!" exclaims Amsiret.

"What are you not hearing shame of the air?" exclaims Arach. “There is no way to cross those water tunnels! It takes years and years of experience to know those damn cavities. Death is certain there. "

"So how the hell did they cross over to the other side?" exclaims Amsiret. "What the hell did they get in if they didn't know the way?"

The Plasma God changed his gaze slowly, and began to look around the log; and those dozens of prisoners, like the other dozens of bodies lying on the ground.

"They were not going alone," exclaims Arac. “They were accompanied. I couldn't identify them, but your riders did. "

"Who were they, Rigobert?" exclaims Amsiret, towards one of his riders.

"Two giants sir," exclaims the soldier. "One was seriously injured."

"Wait a minute," Arac exclaims, cornering the goblins in a nearby tree. "Where the hell is Giant Iseo ?!"

"Sir, no - we have no idea!" exclaims a goblin. "

"He, he was behind the tavern!" exclaims the other.

"Those vermin are heading for the shores of the coast!" exclaims Arach.

"Who the hell is Iseo?" exclaims Amsiret.

"He is the giant who tried to marry Emerita," exclaims Arac. “He knows the waters of these islands better than you and I together! And they're heading in the direction of their f*****g boat! They want to escape the island! "

"How the hell do you know that?" exclaims Amsiret.

"Because that's what I'm trying to do with the queen of the south!" exclaims Arach. "That bastard is going to pay me! Now run away with my son and that vermin! "

"And the only way to the shores I know of is through the eastern woods," exclaims Amsiret. “It will take us dozens of days to reach him. And if these crossed successfully, we will never arrive in time. We will never reach them. "

"Talk useless goblins!" exclaims Arach. “How the hell will we cross! I know there must be another way! "

"There isn't!" exclaims the blue goblin.

"And if there is, we will never tell you!" exclaims the green goblin.

Arach then hit the green goblin; grabbed the blue goblin, and I go holding him from head to toe. An electric current began to flow from his hand, which began to generate intense cramps at the goblin's feet; between screams of pain and fury.

"Do you see these currents, my friend?" Arac exclaims green goblin. “They neutralize your partner's nerves. The more you hold your friend, the more these currents will rise, and the higher they rise, the more the pain of death accords his little body. "

"Ignore Girmell!" exclaims the blue goblin. "Ignore him!"

"If you don't tell me the other way when you get to the other side of the sea, your little friend will be electrocuted and explode into thousands of pieces in front of everyone! You don't have much time left!"

The blue goblin began to be covered with a purple current that dominated his body and echoed him in pain and suffering. His face turned purple, his body was electrocuted with greater intensity between purple currents, perpetuating the certain death of the little goblin.

"It's okay! It's okay!" responds the goblin. "I will tell them!"

Arach released the goblin just in time, for even his pupils were filling with an intense violet color that soothed his little heart. The green goblin ran to his friend, the paunchier of the two. He tried to lift it, while it recovered the air and the color on his face.

"Talk filthy goblin!" exclaims Arach.

"We will guide them," exclaims the goblin. “The company has crossed the secret forest between the favorite shores. The path will take us to the hidden bridge over the algae, and we will reach the forest at dawn tomorrow. But be warned, for where we are going is the deepest and most feared forest in the south. For in these meadows they are ruled by a single sorceress, whose right hand drives out good, and whose right hand drives out true evil. She whom the sun knows as her daughter, but the moons allude as her goddess: Lady Babushka. "