The path is slow, tiring, my arms tremble as I tighten the hammer, it's not that I don't have the strength to wield it, it's just that I need the rage and my fatigue disappears, this particular enemy needs my courage, he's one of the walking dead of the steppe wolf clan, elite among their ranks, He couldn't stand against the arrows of the dark elves, and now because of that damned opening in the elven citadel, he stands there with a tenth of the speed but more than twice the strength, he must not stand a chance, no matter if there is a cure, if the Overlord manages to fix it, this idiot must die!
My hammer smashes into his knees, shattering them, he falls face first, just enough to hit the side of my shield, it cracked, it was beautiful, he was dead again as he fell, and when I noticed that, tiredness overcame me again, I'm sleepy, very sleepy, my eyes are burning from exhaustion, but I can't sleep, not with this damned god ruining my rest, even in the best of physical condition it's exhausting to face him, now at the limit of my strength, with more than four hundred undead or whatever they want to call them, burned or torn to pieces behind me, with few provisions, carrying the weight of my tools and a few ores, I feel like I'm living in a walking nightmare.
The first ten hours were no problem, a few enemies, dispatched, reach the shelters of Lilith, where humans continue to feed succubi and incubi according to their tastes, stock up on food, another two days of walking, eliminating, dodging, dozing, there began the torture, still asleep and half deaf to the cries of the God of Justice, I can hear his feet dragging, now I faced not only the few who arrived inside the forest, these days I face every warrior, every mercenary, every elf, every beast that did not survive the attack of the Lich King's army, I manage to get up, the anger overcomes me because they have denied them their eternal rest, I finish them off and end up only a little more exhausted than the last time, but I do it again and again and again, I am at my limit, I need sleep, some protection, something.
After another day of wandering, I keep finding the remains of the convoy, it must have been big, with pain I saw warrior dwarves that I also had to eliminate, I am convinced that they did not suffer, at least in my hands nothing like that happened, all their pain they lived in the hands of other unpleasant beings, Finally I see the exit of the forest, I think that to the south this forest is even bigger, but I begin to see how scarce it is little by little, just before the exit to the plains, I see another cave like the one where I took refuge long ago, at the beginning of my adventures.
It is small and made of clay, perhaps it served as an outpost for human hunters or species of the same size, after knowing the Nagas I don't want to think that it belongs to them, but a glance convinces me of the lack of hair, as well as scale residues or odors typical of some of the many magical species that surround or live here, With great economy (partly due to physical and mental exhaustion, but above all due to anticipation) I introduce myself and immediately the murmur of the forest fades away, no doubt that I am a little big, it should be a cave of provisions, but with the ones I carry I could hardly fill a few cubic centimeters of it, and they will be even more reduced since I have not eaten for almost ten hours.
My stomach growls at the scarcity of food, a little dry bread and cold tasajo are food, I have only two wineskins left, so I drink water that I got from the last stream, sad, I long for a beer, the same that I cannot get even if I could, I should not if I want my revenge, before I fall asleep, several thoughts shake me, even a few shudders bring me out of the stupor and I fall asleep again.
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The dream I have is similar to the others, but its end is the one that wakes me up, knowing that I can expel attack magic as an unconscious measure against the onslaught of the "good" god, I have stored everything in bundles of lava lizards, so I am not in a hurry to find myself with coal from my tools or something, but no matter, not after the words of that stupid god warn me:
"Your revenge, if you want it, awaits you in the north, your brothers in the south, you can only choose one of them, I predict that if you choose one, I will personally see to it that you lose the other forever.
As I search for the damage I could have caused, I notice the circles of heat that marked the cave, the clay creaking as it cools, it is obvious that I have slept almost a day, the sun hits me in a sunset between the large mushrooms that today are the trunks of a forest that is only a shadow of what its inhabitants had, only this time they will defend it.
As I leave the cave, an aroma distracts me, it's delicious! Meat, vegetables, broth, someone was cooking an animal stew (I could not tell what it was by the smell) at the top of the cave a pot bubbled in the heat of the cave that I held as if it were a stone oven, around the cave a handful of undead lay, an arrow between his eyes and several sword cuts betrayed that they had not come to die, someone took care of them.
A whistle distracts me and immediately I feel the air, my scales could take care of it, but it is not the intention, so I raise my hand and stop the arrow with my hand, while the hammer hangs from the strap at its base, I see a tip with blood, they had used this arrow before, before it came to charge my runes, I realize that I could not have stopped this arrow before, not with the intense fatigue I had, so someone was watching my back, anyway I could only do something while they decided whether to be friend or foe, I drop the arrow and yell "I'm going to kill you! I drop the arrow and call, "I'll drink this stew, if you want I'll share it with you, it wasn't very nice to use me as a stove, but a few bites of food will cover the payment for my work," they don't answer? Perfect, with one hand I hold the mace, it's already loaded, with the other I take the cueco (wow, it's hot) and take a few sips, waiting for, I don't know, a strange taste, something that would indicate the use of poison, but a few seconds later I forget the caution, it's delicious, it's a rabbit stew, of a quality I didn't know before, its seasoning is soft, but still I can identify many complexities, a real meal to identify who prepared it.
Just as I start to see the end of the pot I feel another arrow on its way, this one I don't even dodge, it comes loaded with a +2 magic missile, but that doesn't work against my scales, at a signal they detach from the shoulder pads and start to float, waiting to intercept, they do it well, the scale that stopped the arrow didn't even suffer a dent, but it still doesn't finish the impact when mine goes, the hammer comes with tremor impact magic was originally, but this time it goes together with one of speed and one of resistance, The impact hits the trunk where the arrow came from, a high pitched scream sounds and a very well camouflaged figure falls, I approach without haste, it's a dark elf, I can't judge well but he looks young, several bags hang from his shoulder and a miraculously intact bow, I know I have to respect them because that's what the darklord wants, but if he tries something stupid again I'll have to kill him, since he's one of us it will be a quiet death.
By the time I get to where he is, he is already incorporated, he checks his belongings and decides that he will be able to dedicate some of his time to me, he turns his face to me, a face all smiles and brightness in his eyes, "I am Moon's reflection, his greatest admirer! I will help you on your journey" Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad to kill her before she said those stupid things.