Heavy Armor by Stuart Thaman
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 336 Kb
Heavy Armor:The Lord of Darkarrow has been forced to respawn, but things aren’t exactly as they should be.
Kadorax has unlocked a powerful new class that few in Agglor have ever heard of. As a Bastion of Chaos Incarnate, he has the potential to become stronger than anyone has ever been, but he’ll need to carve through an army of jackals just to survive.
Oscine City has all but fallen. The Blackened Blades and the Priorate Knights have banded together for the first time in history. All of Agglor’s most powerful forces have joined ranks to stave off the new threat from the north, and still … it may not be enough.
“”What was your favorite food?” she asked him, her eyes narrowing as she wore a devilish grin.
Kadorax had to think for a moment before answering. “Maybe ice cream, but mostly because no one in Agglor has come up with it yet.”
“Oh, come on,” Estelle playfully scoffed. “You sound like a child. Ice cream?”
The waiter stopped by and refilled Kadorax’s mug from a large pitcher wrapped in a scarlet cloth. They weren’t in one of Agglor’s better restaurants, nothing like one of the fine establishments on the upper tiers of Kingsgate, where the nobility was served by hordes of attendants and paid their bills in gold, but it wasn’t a lowly sort of place, either. Kadorax nodded to the waiter and took a long drink, enjoying the thick, warm ale as it coursed down his throat.
“Well, if I have to pick something else, perhaps my favorite would be cold beer. Really cold. I don’t mind the warm stuff here, but I’ll buy a thousand kegs for the first man in Agglor to invent refrigeration.” He took another long swig before setting the now half-full mug on the table. Across from his drink, Estelle held a dainty glass—real, clear glass—with a few ounces of sweet white wine left in the bottom.
“Now you sound like a drunken college boy,” she countered.”