The Kartoss Gambit (The Way of the Shaman: Book #2) by Vasily Mahanenko Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Vasily Mahanenko
that time I was the one running, with the Wild Pack at my heels — the main fighting force of the Dark Empire pitted against the players. They did get me in the end. I just couldn't run and at the same time take aim and shoot at three-hundred level-mobs. Now, however, I had one big advantage in that I could summon Lightning Spirits as I ran. The main thing is to keep an eye on Energy, while I'm singing them songs.
The Goblin went into the forest, trying to choose hard-to-reach places. Being small, he slid under the branches very easily, which was no simple task for me. The tree branches would not just knock the breath out of me, taking off my Energy, but hit me in the face, competing with the goblin in reducing my Hit Points. Before he reached the trees I managed to get that pointy-eared menace almost down to zero, but his life bar, though flashing red, refused to disappear. I saw that I would never catch up with the goblin inside such a forest and stood every chance to lose him, so I stopped and started to summon a Lightning Spirit. I needed just three seconds to...
The arrival of an arrow again took 220 Hit Points off me. Oh no, you're not getting away with it this time, you bastard! Take that! The last words of the song about the Shaman flew off my lips, the goblin yelped and his frame went grey. At last!
Experience gained: +200 Experience, points remaining until next level: 1001.
Skill increase:
+5% to Intellect. Total: 23%.
Achievement earned!
The Defender of the Empire level 1 (19 Kartoss minion kills until the next level).
Achievement reward: damage cause to all the members of the Kartoss Dark Empire is increased by 1%.
You can look at the list of achievements in the character settings.
With some difficulty I struggled through the branches to the goblin's body and picked up twenty gold, an ordinary bow and a dozen crooked arrows. My loot had no stat bonuses, so I decided to sell it to an NPC trader. I had little desire to be seen by the other players with this rubbish — just so they could have a laugh at my expense. Never mind — a couple of extra gold coins wouldn't burst my pockets. After I summoned a Healing Spirit on myself, increasing my Energy and Hit Points, I had time to think. I just couldn't get my head around what just happened: what was this pointy-eared and bad smelling character doing in the neighbourhood of Beatwick? And, more importantly, why on earth was he so keen to hunt me down? From what I can remember of specific traits of dark goblins, they never hunt alone. Usually they form a pack — the larger the better. And now this naive mob decided to attack me one-on-one. This was all very strange.
I shook my head in disappointment that I hadn't come across any wolves today, got up and headed back to the village. I will try a different direction tomorrow: perhaps I'll bump into the pack there, even if the Headman did clearly say that the wolves were roaming around somewhere in this area. Well, we'll see, I guess. The main thing was to avoid having this quest becoming a dead weight. I was extremely reluctant to lose any reputation, which, as experience showed, my Shaman would have considerable difficulty in raising. I did, of course, have some hopes for the daily +5 to reputation that I was receiving thanks to the First Kill, but having to wait a couple of years...
I barely made two steps, when I heard a twig quietly snapping behind me. That couldn't be the goblin coming back to life, surely. I turned around. I closed my eyes, waited a couple of seconds and opened them again. Nothing changed. A stupid thought popped into my head that I should continue walking straight as if nothing happened. So much for my being upset at not being able to find the pack. There they are, the lot of them, with their level twenty leader, who was nearly as tall as me. Trying to do anything when you are surrounded by ten wolves is pretty pointless. One thing was comforting — the eyes of the wolves
The Goblin went into the forest, trying to choose hard-to-reach places. Being small, he slid under the branches very easily, which was no simple task for me. The tree branches would not just knock the breath out of me, taking off my Energy, but hit me in the face, competing with the goblin in reducing my Hit Points. Before he reached the trees I managed to get that pointy-eared menace almost down to zero, but his life bar, though flashing red, refused to disappear. I saw that I would never catch up with the goblin inside such a forest and stood every chance to lose him, so I stopped and started to summon a Lightning Spirit. I needed just three seconds to...
The arrival of an arrow again took 220 Hit Points off me. Oh no, you're not getting away with it this time, you bastard! Take that! The last words of the song about the Shaman flew off my lips, the goblin yelped and his frame went grey. At last!
Experience gained: +200 Experience, points remaining until next level: 1001.
Skill increase:
+5% to Intellect. Total: 23%.
Achievement earned!
The Defender of the Empire level 1 (19 Kartoss minion kills until the next level).
Achievement reward: damage cause to all the members of the Kartoss Dark Empire is increased by 1%.
You can look at the list of achievements in the character settings.
With some difficulty I struggled through the branches to the goblin's body and picked up twenty gold, an ordinary bow and a dozen crooked arrows. My loot had no stat bonuses, so I decided to sell it to an NPC trader. I had little desire to be seen by the other players with this rubbish — just so they could have a laugh at my expense. Never mind — a couple of extra gold coins wouldn't burst my pockets. After I summoned a Healing Spirit on myself, increasing my Energy and Hit Points, I had time to think. I just couldn't get my head around what just happened: what was this pointy-eared and bad smelling character doing in the neighbourhood of Beatwick? And, more importantly, why on earth was he so keen to hunt me down? From what I can remember of specific traits of dark goblins, they never hunt alone. Usually they form a pack — the larger the better. And now this naive mob decided to attack me one-on-one. This was all very strange.
I shook my head in disappointment that I hadn't come across any wolves today, got up and headed back to the village. I will try a different direction tomorrow: perhaps I'll bump into the pack there, even if the Headman did clearly say that the wolves were roaming around somewhere in this area. Well, we'll see, I guess. The main thing was to avoid having this quest becoming a dead weight. I was extremely reluctant to lose any reputation, which, as experience showed, my Shaman would have considerable difficulty in raising. I did, of course, have some hopes for the daily +5 to reputation that I was receiving thanks to the First Kill, but having to wait a couple of years...
I barely made two steps, when I heard a twig quietly snapping behind me. That couldn't be the goblin coming back to life, surely. I turned around. I closed my eyes, waited a couple of seconds and opened them again. Nothing changed. A stupid thought popped into my head that I should continue walking straight as if nothing happened. So much for my being upset at not being able to find the pack. There they are, the lot of them, with their level twenty leader, who was nearly as tall as me. Trying to do anything when you are surrounded by ten wolves is pretty pointless. One thing was comforting — the eyes of the wolves
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