Shadow Gambit by Adam Drake Read Free Book Online

incoherently.
     
    I fired.
     
    The magma arrow struck home, burying itself deep into the back of the mayor's misshaped head.
     
    The mutant stopped inhaling and screamed with agony. Hot lava spewed from his mouth and out from his eyes and ears. Like a volcano, the lava gushed over him, melting him down in waves.
     
    In moments, all that remained was a bubbling pool of molten rock.
     
    I looked to Thorm and Feign. The black acid had vanished and the Holy Knight had dropped the barrier. Both looked at the mayor's lava pool in amazement.
     
    Mudhoof lay on the ground looking bewildered, one hand still gripping his ax handle for dear life.
     
    I ran over to him. “Are you okay, Muddie?”
     
    The minotaur looked up at me, wide eyed, and said, “This quest sucks.”
     

     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    “That was intense,” said Thorm. He held a hand over a dark blemish on the armor of one arm where the black vomit had touched it. The armor glowed, and the blemish vanished.
     
    “Thank you for your quick reaction,” said Feign to Thorm. “I shudder to think what the result would have been.”
     
    “Not good,” I said and satisfied they were okay, walked over to Mudhoof who stood next to the molten mound that had been the mayor. The lava had hardened, but was still lethally hot.
     
    Mudhoof said, “If this mayor idiot was our first fight, what are the rest going to be like?” It was strange to hear doubt coming from him. We'd adventured together many times, and he'd never expressed this much concern over a quest.
     
    “I don't know,” I said, shrugging and watched the molten mayor puddle cool. “Probably worse, would be my guess. Quests usually get progressively difficult the further along you go. I'm under the impression we have our work cut out for us today.”
     
    “That voice he used,” Feign said. “Someone was speaking through him. Taunting us. The final boss, perhaps?” Nearly every big quest had a final bad guy to fight to gain access to the quest's greatest loot.
     
    “Guy had it out for us, that's for sure,” said Mudhoof. He hefted his great ax onto one shoulder. “Nice play with that arrow, Vee. We could have wiped right here. Just as we were starting. We would have been the laughingstock of the whole game. Not something I would have enjoyed.”
     
    I patted the minotaur on the elbow, the highest spot I could reach. “The game caught us with our guard down, so to speak. But now we're armed with the special knowledge we didn't have before.”
     
    “What's that?” Mudhoof said.
     
    “That we need to treat every encounter as a possible wipe scenario. No getting lazy, or expecting an easy ride.”
     
    Thorm and Feign came to stand next to the rocky puddle. Phlixx threw pebbles into it and giggled at the hissing noise they made.
     
    “He didn't drop any loot,” Mudhoof said. “I figure after all that we deserve something more than this puddle of crud.”
     
    “It hasn't cooled enough, yet.” To Feign I asked, “Perhaps you can speed things up a little?”
     
    The ice mage gave a small bow. “Of course. Allow me.” He leaned forward and blew out as if at a candle. A cold gust of icy air enveloped the hot rock. It crackled loudly, then turned from a hot red to black.
     
    “That should do it,” Feign said.
     
    Phlixx tossed another pebble and when it landed, the mass of black rock shattered and crumbled to dust. Soon it all faded away.
     
    “Okay,” Mudhoof said. “Where to next? The town? He was the mayor so that makes sense.”
     
    Stating the obvious was Mudhoof's way of dealing with his anger, so I didn't poke fun at him. At least not right now. “That sounds like a plan. We'll go see what the mayor was ranting and raving about.”
     
    We continued down the trail, but now more on edge than ever. This game had proven it would throw in fatal encounters from the get-go and we needed to respect that. I kept Phlixx on snoop mode while Thorm had cast an aura of