Cursed Cleric by Salvador Mercer (Claire-Agon Ranger #4)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 496 Kb
Cursed Cleric: When EVIL rises, GOOD needs a Hero.
A thousand years ago, on the world of Claire-Agon, a war raged between men and dragons, destroying the creatures and the land’s many civilizations.
The ancient nemesis of man is revealed as dragons awaken while Ulatha is covered in darkness as the undead walk again. Targon, and his trusted band of heroes, must confront the challenges and villains that stand in their way as they face their worst fears and the balance of their world lies in their hands.
Only together, and with the help of a Dead Druid, will they be able to bridge the gap of a thousand years and use history to aid in their epic struggle. Urged on by the Arnen Druid, Elister, the party seeks out the only known power to fight the overwhelming evil and darkness of the dreaded lich and the Kesh’s Mad Mage. To fight fire with fire they must seek and find the Cursed Cleric.
In doing so, they must pray she helps them, otherwise, they will face a gruesome death at the hands of the walking dead and Agon will be plunged into darkness forever.
“Captain Stallo shook his head, “Of course not, my Lord. We will honor our liege and fulfil our blood oath to your High Mage.”
“Good,” Kyros said, returning his gaze at the open, sloped field in front of him. “It would be a shame if the High Mage had to renegotiate your contract during a time of crisis. It could go poorly for your ruling class.”
The pomp and hubris from the wizard oozed with every word, and Stallo understood why only the most desperate of realms on his continent contemplated working with, or for, the Kesh wizard class. It was seen as a move of desperation amongst the other bands of his land. “We will fight.”
“Then see to it that your men are ready,” Kyros said coolly. “The dark army will be within range in a matter of minutes.”
Not sure if he was being dismissed, or if he was being delegated a task to carry out, Captain Stallo had no desire to cross the Kesh wizard since the tales were legendary of the many people who were executed on the spot after talking back to one of their magic-users. Leaning over the tower and looking back along the narrow parapet that allowed his archers a platform from which to fire, he barked a command. “Bows ready. Pull your arrows.”