Chrysalis

Chapter 371

In the distance, a rising tide of fangs, claws and flesh approached. When Morrelia squinted, she could make out the individual forms of the monsters as they undulated across the land and between the trees. There didn’t seem to be an end to the horde. They spread. Like water pooling over the floor from a spilled cup, until they filled the space in front of her.

It wouldn’t be long until they lapped up against the fortifications the villagers had erected and the battle would begin in earnest.

"I’m still not certain we shoulda put ourselves so close to our ’neighbours’," Isaac muttered.

Morrelia rolled her eyes.

"You spent several days with their leader and came home just fine. Do you really think they’re going to eat us?"

The former guard shifted uncomfortably.

"I’m jus’ sayin’ we might want to on our guard once the fightin’ is done. Maybe we look appetising at that point."

"If we live to see the end of this battle, there’ll be tens of thousands of dead monsters right over there. I don’t think they’ll need to turn on us for food," Morrelia pointed out before turning her back on the man.

Despite his experience in the field with Anthony, he still had difficulty overcoming his instincts to distrust monsters.

Not that he’s entirely wrong about that.

just ... wasn’t. She was cautious of them, always cautious, but not afraid. Perhaps she was just losing

until they arrive?" Enid asked,

turned to face the leader of the human village and nodded her head respectfully. Enid may never have been a soldier, but she had Morrelia’s respect for her

be less than an hour before the main body of the horde reaches us. Could be a lot less if they decide to pick up the pace

the edge of the dirt wall at the monsters. Morrelia choked back a laugh as she watched the older woman. Enid looked as if she were staring at dog that had spread mud on her carpet rather than a slavering mass of Dungeon monsters the likes of which

get our people in position then.

Isaac chipped

suspected him of ulterior motives, as it was she believed he was simply accustomed to greasing

before she leapt down from the rampart and jogged toward

intimidating air that was only heightened by the plethora of weapons that graced her form. Her bow, dual blades, knives strapped to her forearms and sheathed in her

spread by nearby trees. Looking at their tired faces, Morrelia mentally kicked herself. She had to continuously remind herself that she wasn’t dealing

beat them down, they stood up. When she drilled them to exhaustion, they wanted more. When the monsters charged, they charged

little further. Constant practice in the village, constant delves into the Dungeon, had brought everyone to the edge. Morrelia herself had barely slept in the past week, snatching a few hours here and there. She was used to it however, broken sleep like this was standard

You did everything you could, let’s see if it was enough to keep

drew a deep

SICK! THERE’S BLOOD TO BE SPILLED AND

instantly to her call. Sleep was

she know that on the rampart someone was having

he

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