Troll Nation by James Hunter, eden Hudson (The Rogue Dungeon Book 3)
English | 2019 | Urban Fantasy | ePUB | 830 Kb
Troll Nation : Build. Evolve. Conquer. The dawn of the Troll Nation has begun …
Roark von Graf—former noble and hedge-mage, current mid-level mob in a MMORPG—has taken down the Dungeon Lord of the Cruel Citadel, but the battle has only started.
Lowen, right hand to the Tyrant King, has come to Hearthworld, and he is building an army of his own. Worse, Lowen and company have taken over one of the most powerful dungeons in the game, The Vault of the Radiant Shield. Even as a Jotnar and a newly minted Dungeon Lord, Roark is supremely outclassed and he bloody well knows it. If he’s going to weather what’s to come and topple the Tyrant King, he’ll have to unlock the secrets of the stolen World Stone Pendant, master his new Hexorcist class, form some very unlikely allies, and most important … Grief some heroes. Let the games begin!
Roark cringed. The sound bounced off the formations, echoing back to them even louder than the original.
“What the hell, Richard?” someone hissed.
Richard sniffed. “It’s allergy season.”
“Ever heard of Clearezitin?”
“Ever heard of mind your own business?”
“Shut it,” Braind_Fish snapped in a sharp whisper.
Flitting shadows overhead caught Roark’s eye.
It was not a flock of glowing Malaika Heralds, he saw as they dipped into the light, but a drove of stony beasts that looked as if they had been carved out of white marble. The creatures had razor-sharp tusks poking out of a boar’s mouth, wide marble chests tapering down to clawed feet, and the hunched back and muscular haunches of an enormous toad. Improbable wings of stone stretched up from the creature’s back, then flattened, sending them diving, tusks-first, toward the heroes.
Just above their heads floated spidery white text declaring them [Gargoyles].
“Overhead!” Roark shouted, lifting his bow and spinning to follow the dive of the closest creature.
The heroes turned their combined weaponry against the sky. Roark released his first shot amid a flurry of multicolored spells and thrown spears. His arrow slammed into the shoulder of a [Lesser Watching Gargoyle], detonating on impact and sending down a rain of pebbles.