Chapitre 540: Hatton's New Greeters
It is said that no plan survives contact with the enemy; so it was with our plans.
My first warning was the fleeing of animals from within the fence, parting like a curtain. Well, I had time for a brief look...
"We have incoming!" I screamed.
Zoltar looked up to the sky.
"Hostile walkers!" I clarified. "That way!"
I had already pulled a meager slab of wood from my inventory. Properly speaking, it was a targe. It worked as a shield for me. <1>
"Nogar! You said they were nocturnal!" Doran shouted.
"They're supposed to be!" Nogar shouted. "All near me! Anti-Undead Ward, Extended Area!"
Were they ghouls, or morlocks? At this range, it was hard to...
They were spearmen. As in, they were carrying spears. Something neither were known for.
"I see weapons!" I called, approaching the wavering dome. "Shields to the fore!"
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
Mike_Kochis
Mike_Kochis So, I'm growing old. I don't need a cane, and I can still drive my own damn self, thank you. But one simple bug has left me drained.
But enough about me. Morlocks are inspired by H. G. Well's creatures of similar name. Cannibalistic, merciless creatures that live just beneath the skin of the Earth. Not certain I did them properly in the last book, but I'm trying to get them right now.
Especially because things that, as they admit, don't normally need human tools... SOMETHING below the Earth has convinced them that the surface is a better place to live. Plus, they admit to being afraid of the Merge Flesh (reasons coming next chapter). So keeping them haughty and implying they could eat you at any moment... Well, again, hope I'm doing them justice.
Thank you for your continued reading! It's what keeps me writing, even when I want to rest my pillow on my head and tell the world to just go away for a week a so.
Cadeaux
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