In the world where Roland used to live, this kind of ship, with its extremely shallow draught and low center of gravity, could be seen everywhere along almost all the river routes. In the old days, the ships stacked with sand or gravel, almost flat with the surface of the water, were all barges. As long as there was a tugboat, it could pull several barges forward like a train.
Fantasy · Er Mu
Come to think of it, the first creature he killed was called a larva. If he were to assume that Mountain King was a mature Puppeteer Worm — and already a tyrant… then what the hell would it transform into after becoming a moth?
Fantasy · Guiltythree
"... But in the Dream Realm, no such restrictions exist. Theoretically, you can stumble upon an Unholy Titan and die before even realizing what happened. So be careful and stick to the regions with enemies on par with your own rank. It's not an ironclad guarantee, but at least there will be less of a chance of you biting off more than you can chew."
Fantasy · Guiltythree
[Silver Bell: a small memento of a long-lost home, which once brought its owner comfort and joy. Its clear ringing can be heard from miles away.]
Fantasy · Guiltythree
'So he's smart, too? What a scam!'
Fantasy · Guiltythree
'How do I get rid of that thing?'
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Seeing that the creature's upper arms were busy, one of the soldiers screamed and lunged forward, brandishing his long spear. Without turning its head, the tyrant extended one of its shorter lower arms, caught the soldier's head in an iron grip and squeezed, crushing the poor man's skull like a soap bubble. A moment later, the headless body was tossed over the cliff and disappeared into the abyss below.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
And yet, he had to deal with this Mountain King somehow to avoid an even more miserable death. The ridiculous degree to which the odds were stacked against him from the very beginning of this delayed execution had gotten old a long time ago, so he didn't have any more energy to think about it. What was there to fear, after all? He was already as good as dead. It's not like he could get any deader.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
What saved his skin this time was not quick reaction, but simple presence of mind. Sunny might not have learned any fancy combat techniques, since his childhood was spent on the streets instead of a school. But the streets, too, were a kind of teacher. He had spent his whole life fighting for survival, quite often literally. That experience allowed him to keep a cool head on his shoulders in the midst of any conflict.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
"Uh… 18," Ning said.
Eastern · Snoring_Panda
As seconds went by, she started to get worried. When she saw no movement at all, she realized he was in trouble and would need to save him.
Eastern · Snoring_Panda
"Oh my god, you really do love dagger don't you," Ning said when he saw that.
Eastern · Snoring_Panda
'Unless, it's because early men came from the beasts too, so it was possible back in those periods,' Ning thought. He tried to stop thinking about it, but his mind kept thinking about it.
Eastern · Snoring_Panda
"Ah, yes yes," Zand said. He then turned to the field to see so many of the villagers as well as his own soldier working. "Are they harvesting it right now?" he asked.
Eastern · Snoring_Panda
<You now have the ability to ignore 15% of Physical damage your body could suffer>
Eastern · Snoring_Panda
TooMuchDog
In front of Rex's very eyes, his mother's head was ripped off.
The Invincible Full-Moon System
Fantasy · Mrboogey13