Patroclus was a much more well-rounded leader. He not only sought talent in strength, but also in wits. Only someone as shrewd as Harmon would come up with this devious plan of pitting Moye against Wang Tong.
The thought of Patroclus' compliment brought a smile on to Harmon's face.
Meanwhile, Wang Tong was fumbling to find a solution before it was too late. They were racing against time; once the dark lord returned, they would not have another chance of sacking the castle.
However, the enemy had decided to turtle inside their castle and avoid any form of confrontation. Even after much deliberation with his men, Wang Tong was unable to reach a solution. They wagered that if the situation didn't turn around in a day, they would have to pull back.
If that happened, Wang Tong conceded that he would have to sneak into the dark palace alone to kill Moye. However, he was not sure if the dark lord would have the decency of having a one on one fight with him.
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Chapters:
1 The Blood Drinker
2 Meet The Cave Daemon
3 Not-So-Magical Magic Weapon
4 For The Thunder God Tynos!
5 Bad Dream
6 The Last Warning
7 Who Framed Benmar Whitebeard?
8 A Spriggan's Horn
9 Hunter-Hunted
10 The Lion-Man
11 Pick Up Guide
12 Adamantine Cricket
Our story began on the frozen tundra, where barbarians roamed over thousands of years after the first landing of Bok. They were hearty warriors that valued strength and honor above anything else. Rolf the rat boy was the adopted son of Chieftain Kram of the Wolverine Tribe, although the latter claimed that the boy was merely his spoil from a war with the devious rat-men, Stakors. Being bullied and looked down upon by the tribe, Rolf was determined to claim his honor as a true barbarian, but little did he know that the immortal gods had an entirely different plan for him.
Meanwhile, storm clouds are gathering inside the walled city of Ubbin Falls at the edge of the Tundra…