*Slowly getting cornered wasn't well for me. Or maybe *Slowly getting cornered wasn't optimistic.
I wiped some blood off my face and shook my spear to get rid of the excess blood. Then I jumped to the side. At the place I just stood a Kobold's claw slashed. Frustrated with its failure it joined up with its two friends and started to corner me to one of the sides of the square like tower. Slowly getting cornered didn't bowned well for me. So instead I opted for something more favorable, like making this into a one versus two instead of the tedious three. The wretched stench of the Kobolds breath caught my nose and made me gage. But I strengthened my mediocre resolve and allowed my instincts to guide me through this ordeal.
Fantasy · The_FBI_god
Ah, ok. :)
Just the other day I had witnessed Jasmine convincing him to pray to me for a good season and harvest. So here he was, standing in front of me. He seemed to be quite sentimental about this lodge and acted guilty of some crime. He seemed apologetic about abandoning the lodge all these years.
Fantasy · The_FBI_god
*Lenart, take the four axes and the saw you have in this village and starting chopping trees.
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Fantasy · The_FBI_god
*barricade Also, if this person had a daughter, he probably should have enough experience to know that angering people that are helping you isn't the greatest idea.
"Barrikade the door retards!" I said to them aloud so everyone could hear it, young or old. First they flinged hearing my voice, but Lenart did as told. He laid all the food and gadgets they brought with them in front of the door, while keeping the weapons.
Fantasy · The_FBI_god
Silent creak? Maybe quiet creak, or loud creak. But I don't think silent makes much sense here.
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Fantasy · The_FBI_god
Logically, after a few years without this deity, this person should be quite skeptical about the deity. If I were him, I would've just thought that we were lucky to have a good season and harvest.
Just the other day I had witnessed Jasmine convincing him to pray to me for a good season and harvest. So here he was, standing in front of me. He seemed to be quite sentimental about this lodge and acted guilty of some crime. He seemed apologetic about abandoning the lodge all these years.
Fantasy · The_FBI_god
I seriously hope some people the MC will fight in the future will have magic without incantation.
''Magic without incantation'…If you ask any aspiring mage, or even veteran mages, accomplished in their own right, this is the most common aspiration shared by them. Since the dawn of magic, it's felt as if invocations were truly the chains set on our will; binding us not to break free of our weaknesses.
Fantasy · DelzGB
Hmm. Good, at least this system has something that can tell us how someone can detect the host. Instead of having "absolute perfect concealment" and getting seen 15 chapters later.
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Fantasy · Wahi
Bad game design
However, when she started to search among those precious resources again, she was completely stumped. Because these things that aided cultivation were either for eating, drinking, or inhaling.
Fantasy · Ghostfire
This is actually amazing. Many novels merely let their first customer happen to be a princess and then randomly buy the manuals. But this is totally different! Well done!
With a self-satisfied smirk, the youth turned and left.
Eastern · Wise_Weed
People in the Four Divine Heavens: *deletes the world*
"Jasmine, by 'Leo', are you talking about Sword Emperor Leo? The one that died a couple of months ago?" One of the teachers asked for clarification.
Fantasy · MyLittleBrother
Task completed: Make your dad proud Reward: Euphoria
"My son is actually a martial emperor...?" After the phone was hung up, Lin Hao couldn't calm down, and held his phone for a while.
Eastern · abinn
System:
"What? You don't have any storage space?" Lin Tian frowned when he heard the system's words.
Eastern · abinn
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Florida Man's General Store in Cultivation World
Fantasy · DamnPlotArmor