The Crafter's Defense: A Dungeon Core Novel (Dungeon Crafting Book 2) Jonathan Brooks (large ebook reader TXT) š
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Thanks ā Iāll have to play with it a little and see what I can find out.
Before she did that, however, she checked her Core Selection Menu to find out what else had changed.
Core Selection Menu
Dungeon Classification:
Constructs
Core Size:
18
Available Mana:
943/12517
Ambient Mana Absorption:
10/hour
Available Raw Material (RM):
12500/34674
Convert Raw Material to Mana?
12500 RM -- > 500 Mana
Current Dungeon Monsters:
11252
Constructs Creation Options:
16
Monster Seed Schematics:
85 (3)
Current Traps:
30
Trap Construction Options:
All
Core-specific Skills:
5
Current Visitors:
1
Other than an increase in her maximum Available Mana and Raw Material, nothing much had changed. It was strange seeing that she had over 11,000 Dungeon Monsters, but when she considered that 10,000 of them were Shears floating 200 feet above the wasteland, it wasnāt so hard to comprehend. The rest were filling up various workshops, her Home room, and of course the trapped (and currently non-trapped) defensive rooms. The one thing that didnāt change like it normally did was her Ambient Mana Absorption, which looked like it had completely maxed out at 10 Mana per hour.
Sandra took control of her Golems near her churning water vats to check on the progress of the Flax retting and saw that it was still going to take a couple of days for it to complete. With that still for the future, and with no other crafts calling out to her for attention, she turned to her waiting defensive rooms and decided to fill another couple of them with strong traps now that she had a greater amount of maximum Mana at her disposal.
But the whole time she was thinking about what she could do with her new skill.
Chapter 6
Crouching down behind some brush near one of the giant trees that marked the boundary between the Elven and Gnomish lands, Echo took careful aim at the small boar shuffling noisily through the dead leaves carpeting the forest floor. It appeared to be just wandering aimlessly around, without any particular purpose; it was that reason ā along with the blank-seeming consciousness behind the eyes ā that clued the young Elf Ranger into what she was hunting.
She let the fingertips of her right hand release her arrow, while at the same time using a small application of her Air Element on her projectile. While she didnāt have great strength in Air as opposed to her Holy element, it was more than enough to correct the slight imperfection in her aim for her arrow to slam right into the boarās dead-looking eye, driving straight into its brain. A small squeal escaped its mouth before it collapsed to the ground as its legs folded under it, the critically shot Ironwood arrow vibrating slowly as it buried itself so deep it likely impacted the rear inside of its skull.
I hope that didnāt chip the arrowhead; I mustāve put too much into that draw. Within seconds, the boar stopped twitching andā¦disappeared, leaving behind her arrow and something else on the ground. While her perfect shot through its eye was ideal when she was hunting natural game ā thereby not damaging its hide or ruining any of its meat ā it didnāt really matter that much when killing the dungeonās nearby monsters. It helped with killing the boar quickly and efficiently, however; she wasnāt real adept at fighting up-close and if she had missed, she wasnāt sure if sheād be able to kill it with the long knife that was strapped to her right thigh.
Echo froze and looked and listened around her for almost five minutes before she stood up and dropped her active camouflage. She only felt a little drained from the use of the Holy element to bend the light around her, causing her to be cloaked in a near-invisibility that gained her the name everyone knew her as now; while she wasnāt completely invisible, there were only faint āechoesā of her form left behind when she moved at more than a snailās pace through the forest.
She slipped her artfully crafted bow over her shoulder, resting it against the supple brown and dark-green-accented leather jerkin she wearing, which matched her tight-fitting bottoms; the last thing she wanted while sneaking through the underbrush of the forest was to have her clothing snag on something and give her away. Her arms and hands were also covered up ā as well as a hood covering her fine, waist-length silver hair ā because anything that caused her to stand out amongst the trees in the few times that she didnāt have her active camouflage working could be deadly.
It was hot back in the village of Avensglen, where there werenāt towering trees blocking the sunlight and gifting her with the cool air that she reveled in when she went hunting. From the elderās stories, their race used to live primarily amongst the trees, but ever since the dungeons along their border started to become more and more dangerous, they had taken to living in the wide-open plains of Symenora, their Elvish homeland. Only Lyringlade ā their capital city in the middle of Symenora ā had the towering trees that were representative of their people. Which was probably why there were so many of their dwindling race living there now.
There were only a few villages and towns located around the border of their land that were still inhabited and that hadnāt been overrun by dungeon monsters. The village of Avensglen ā where she was based out of ā and the others were vital to maintain because they provided much-needed dungeon loot that wasnāt readily available anywhere else. While the Elites working out of the
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