outpost

The outpost is It was literally a shell. The place where Goblin and trolls used to be a sheath to filter out intruders. It's really It was below that. "This is a bait." Dried said. After a wooden weave, a gap created by artificially cutting rocks and soil. to the inside of it Cold air flows out. "The main camp is underground." Naid fixes the sword. The entrance is narrow. But it's deep inside. The more you go down to the ground The smell of the grass disappeared Instead, the smell of blood, metal, and wet stone is mixed. On the wall. It's not a vine, it's a chain instead of a tree There is a carved column standing. This is not nature. It's an occupation. Let's take a few steps down the stairs The shadow moves first. a goblin scout. My eyes are shining I'm going to send a signal. Dried doesn't hesitate. a crossbow shot. There is no sound. Only the body rests against the wall. from below Heavy breathing sounds overlapping. Troll. Swamp trolls among them. The mud mixed with groundwater It moves sticky underfoot. Naird steps forward. Iced chavre. in a narrow aisles The sword bends like a wave Cut the troll's knee exactly. The moment you fall down Chaser shot by Dryard. without time to run away I'm out of breath. Further inside. The ceiling rises. It is the main underground hall in earnest. through the columns The nagas glide out. The scales scratch the wet stone. from above The shadow of the Gryphon jockey glimpses. a vertical channel connected to the ground. "I'll block the stomach." Dried says. Wave shot. The vision wave that has spread to the curve Block the passage. in the meantime Naird is struck by Minotaur. The moment the horns hit an electric sword. My muscles are stiff The balance falls apart. Iced chavre Cut exactly below the neck. deep underground One more beacon is on. It's not a tree or a grass Life Essence Storage. "This is the real place." The dryer speaks low. This place is It's not just a military base. draw nature the main camp for fuel. And not yet going down to the heart of the basement There is one door left. from beyond the door There is no sound. No breath, no footsteps. There is only a will. Naird held up his sword The dryer pulls the crossbow