Siege At The Settlements (Book 6) by Craig Halloran Read Free Book Online

fast. It would be open season on him and the dwarves.
    “Brenwar,” Nath yelled, “get over here!”
    Brenwar pushed his way through the skirmish. Nath tossed the amulet on the ground.
    “Smash it! Hurry!”
    War Hammer went up and came down.
    Krang!
    The hammer hummed like a great chime, but the stone remained.
    The dragons arrived. No sooner had they, than the dwarves initiated a full-scale assault. The first three of them were flung aside like toys. Others were stomped into the ground.
    A white bolt shot from the sky.
    Ka-Room!
    A dragon roared. A smoking hole was in its side.
    Bayzog hung in the air above. He yelled down. “I can’t hold them off! Do something!”
    The Elderwood Staff sparked to life. White-hot light blasted from it and smacked into another dragon.
    One by one, the dragons’ wings hummed to life and slowly they sailed up and surrounded Bayzog.
    “Dragon,” Ben said holding arrows, “I need your spit on these.”
    Nath spat on the tips. They glowed to life.
    Ben nocked and fired.
    Whiz—Boom!
    The arrow exploded into one dragon’s neck. It bucked in midair and crashed through the roof of a building below it.
    Above, Bayzog tried to float away, but the dragons cut him off.
    Nath couldn’t get up there. He couldn’t do anything. His friend would be dead any moment.
    He slammed Dormus into the ground.
    “Call them off!”
    Dormus licked his bleeding lips and smiled. “No.” The Overseer might not be that formidable, but he made it clear that he was stubborn as an orc and loyal as a hound to the cause of Barnubus.
    Ben nocked another arrow.
    “No,” Nath said, “Bayzog’s too close.” Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Fang’s dragon hilt glimmering on Ben’s hip. He yanked his sword out.
    It burned hot as a furnace on his fingers.
    “No, Fang! I won’t let go this time!”
    Sweat burst on his forehead. He hefted the sword over his head with both hands. Even though it weighed a ton, resisting him, he brought the blade down on the amulet.
    Dormus screamed.
    The stone shattered with a gale-like blast of air, knocking everyone off their feet.
    Nath still held the burning hot sword in his hands. “You need to trust me again, Fang!” He slid it in back in the sheath. Peeled off his smoking hands.
    Bayzog floated down beside him.
    “You did it,” the elven wizard said. He pointed skyward. “See?”
    The dragons landed, scurried through the muddy streets and disappeared into the farmland.
    Nath saw a couple of smaller dragons fly through the night. “Did you see that?” Nath said.
    Bayzog nodded.
    Nath squeezed Bayzog’s shoulder. The elf had a nasty gash on his arm.
    “Is that a flesh wound I see on you?”
    “Better a flesh wound than a death wound,” Bayzog replied.
    “Well it took you long enough to get here, Elf,” Brenwar said. “We blew the Horn of Summons an age ago. What took you so long?”
    “Dwarves are heavy. And the giant bats didn’t like them. But they got them here, didn’t they?”
    “Humph.”
    “Of course, if I could summon dragons,” Bayzog said, reaching down and picking up a shard of the amulet, “that would be fascinating. I need time to investigate this.” He narrowed his violet eyes. “Interesting. It’s warm. Almost living.”
    Everyone leaned in for a closer look.
    “Say,” Nath said, “where’s Gorlee?”
    Glitch!
    Pain erupted in Nath’s side.
    Dormus had jammed a glowing dagger between Nath’s ribs. “Death to Nath Dragon!” the Overseer yelled. “Death!”

Chapter 12
    N arnum. The Free City that wasn’t so free anymore.
    “Any news?” a woman said, looking over the balcony of the tallest tower in the city.
    The tower stood hundreds of feet tall. The proud centerpiece of civilization that housed some of the finest citizens of Narnum and Nalzambor. The Clerics of Barnabus controlled it now. They came. They conquered. They hurled those who resisted from the tower, one right after the other. She could still hear their