He gritted his teeth as he pulled himself closer to the front. Zel saw their bodies disappear into the mass of Goblins as the coach turned. Three Goblins had grabbed on as well and had been crawling towards Reynold with daggers in hand. He ran forwards, cut down a charging Hob with a slash of his claws, leapt-and caught hold of the carriage as it streaked by the other way. He did none of those things and instead turned his attention back to the battle. The could have pointed out his lack of experience or Skills in battlefield command, the dangers of turning over strategy to someone else, or simply asked what Zel was doing. There were a thousand things that he could have said. Thomast nodded as Zel pointed, shouting over the roar of Humans and Goblins clashing. “I’m turning over control of the left flank to you! Hold your ground or we’ll be overrun!” Funny, he didn’t know if he’d ever said more than a few words to the man. They were the highest-level warriors on the field, or so Zel sensed. The was breathing heavily, but like Zel, he was ready to fight. Zel turned his head and looked at Thomast. Again the green-skinned monsters scattered, screaming and crying out in pain and horror as the carriage crushed them mercilessly. Zel roared at Reynold and saw the coach speed off and turn-into the Goblin lines. “Get ready to execute the plan! Turn and pick me up!” He turned as Zel leapt, scattering enemies and allies with his landing. The and fought with rapid thrusts and lunges that took down his opponents before they could strike. The clothing was probably enchanted, but Thomast had yet to take a blow. The Thomast fought in a doublet of red and gold cloth, much of which had been stained a deeper crimson still by blood. Another man who stood out in the sea of armored bodies. Zel waited until he saw his target in the crowd. The ’s face was pallid and his hands shook a bit, but he was still upright, still driving with impeccable accuracy. Zel glanced ahead and saw Reynold driving the coach with minute flicks of the reins. Human, cheering as they saw the Drake flash by, Goblins, drawing back in fear and hatred. Hundreds, thousands of faces turned his way. Zel Shivertail gripped the side of Magnolia Reinhart’s carriage, feeling the wind blasting off his scales. The Goblins looked like people sometimes. It was easy to see only the enemy in them, but it was strange how there was a person behind each ’s face.
#ZEL SHARDS OF WAR FULL#
Their faces, sometimes covered beneath helmets, sometimes full of hate or despair. You saw the enemy as you gutted them with your claws or with a sword. Even if you didn’t want to-at close range, that was all you could see. She hoped he knew he was walking into a trap.įaces. Zel Shivertail was not the kind of who would risk a prolonged battle against the Goblin Lord, whose army was matched against his. The Goblin Lord’s army was superior to the Human one, but the Goblin Lord had yet to meet Zel Shivertail on the field of battle. The hero of the Antinium Wars, the famous, the Tidebreaker. He stared at Zel, and then turned to his lieutenants. She glared, her jaw working against the tight leather strips holding her mouth shut. She glared at him, her mouth gagged.Ĭoming for you. Now the Goblin Lord’s eyes turned to Osthia. Their numbers had been cut down by Zel already. Eater of Spears, Snapjaw, the Goblin …none could say it aloud. The Goblin Lord’s lieutenants stood around him. He spoke, his voice filled with hatred and frustration. The Goblin Lord sat astride his massive Shield Spider mount, staring at Zel Shivertail with narrowed eyes. She was not the only one with her attention on the Drake. Now Osthia watched him streak back across the battlefield, carried by a pink magical carriage that scythed across the Goblin front-line, running down any Goblin careless enough to get in its way. And indeed, they had been forced back, humbled by one figure who had made the battlefield swirl around him. Despite their superior numbers, the thousands of elite Hobs and the presence of the undead, the Goblins had failed to overwhelm the Human army time and time again. She had been forced to watch it all, as Goblins crashed into the ranks of Humans with their undead allies.Ĭrashed and broke. She estimated that the true length was just over two hours. To Osthia Blackwing, held captive in the heart of the Goblin army, it felt as though the battle had gone on for a week, and yet, at the same time, it had felt like it had rushed by in the course of minutes. Both sides struggled against each other, shouting, and the clash of arms filling the air. The cold, muddy ground was warmed with blood and fresh bodies.
Outside of Invrisil, a battle was being fought between an army of Goblins and an army of Humans.
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