Titan: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 4) Jez Cajiao (top ten books of all time TXT) đ
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Eventually, I released it, opening my eyes as I heard Tang let out a faint groan. I smiled and watched him as he tried to shift, then twisted, obviously attempting to get comfy.
That lasted for about two seconds, before his eyes flew wide and he looked about, before falling off the bed entirely.
âWhoa!â he cried, landing on his head, and sliding the rest of the way to the floor as he struggled to turn himself the right way around.
Being the good friend that I am, I sat and watched him, and I heard Jian start laughing as well, clearly relieved to see Tang back in the land of the living.
âWhat the hell happened?â Tang growled eventually when he managed to get himself back together and upright.
âWe won,â I said simply, then let out a sigh. âBut we lost Stephanos,â I finished sadly, and Tang blanched.
âNo⊠dammit.â He sat down hard on the tiny bed. âI liked him.â
âMe too,â I said. âHe saved me, and I wasnât fast enough.â I swallowed hard against the lump that had appeared in my throat.
âHe saved you?â Tang said slowly, and I nodded. âWhile I was where⊠asleep?â His tone dripped with bitterness. âItâs my place as your bodyguard to defend you, and Stephanos died because I got a damn splinterâŠ?â
âA splinter that was nearly the size of a damn spear,â I exaggerated, and he shrugged.
âIt was still a splinter,â he said morosely. âWhat about everyone else?â
âTheyâre all good; only Bane is still injured now. Well, and meâŠâ I said, gesturing with my stump.
âAnd Stephanosâ body?â he asked, straightening up.
âLost overboard to the sea. Whoever those ships came from officially, there were Drow aboard them, and they were in command.â
âFuckers!â he spat, and I had to agree with him.
âYeah, apparently, Iâm pretty high on the list of people they want dead,â I said, shrugging.
âBelieve me, thatâs a long list,â Tang said grimly. He thought in silence for a moment, then met my gaze with steely determination. âThereâs a settlement of High Elves somewhere on the far side of The Knife. Iâd bet theyâll know where the Drow are coming from, if anyone does.â
âThe Knife?â I asked, and he blinked before nodding and gesturing toward the distant shore of Dravith.
âThe mountain range that runs from north to south along down the continent. I donât know what it used to be called, and thereâs about a dozen names for it now, depending on who you ask. I always liked âThe Knifeâ. Kinda makes sense, seeing as it cuts down the middle of the continent. Sorry, Iâm just used to everyone knowing some things.â
âThatâs fine, and yeah, sounds logical,â I said. âWhere do you think the High Elves would be, though, and what makes you think theyâd help?â
âThey hate the Drow; like seriously hate them. Iâm a bastard offshoot, as far as the âHigh Elvesâ are concerned; there used to be a few different races of Elves, but we all started from the âHighâ or âPureâ Elves. The Drow were Elves lured away into the darkness by Lloth and seduced, while others moved to the deserts, the woodlands, or the sea, and more. The High Elves refused to âwater down their bloodlineâ by intermingling with the other races and established their own exclusive cities on each continent. Theyâre generally purist stuck up assholes, but some are all right. If they know where a Drow city is, theyâll either be raiding it, at war with it, or looking to recruit adventurers to destroy it. Since youâre hated by Lloth, theyâll at least give you help to fight her.â
âAnd quests, probablyâŠâ I said, rubbing my chin in thought.
âOh, hell yes, especially if you bring the gods back. Theyâll probably even let you into the city, rather than shouting down from atop a wall at you. And thatâs a hell of an honor,â he said sourly.
âYou sound like you hate them?â I asked, and he shook his head, sighing.
âI donât hate them, I just⊠well, my mother was a High Elfâs daughter. Once her grandmotherâs people found out that my grandmother had fallen in love with a âLow Elf,â she was banished. Forbidden to speak to any of her friends or family ever again. She was twelve at the time. She used to tell us tales about the âCity of Lightâ, and every time she did, sheâd cry. Made me want to teach them a lesson, you know? The Cataclysm came not long after she was banished and my grandfather died, leaving her alone to raise my mother. Eventually, a settlement of âLow Elvesâ took them in, and the rest is history. She never knew if they all survived fine, or if they were wiped out. Hell, sheâd never tell anyone where the city was, even after theyâd done that to her.â
âWhat makes you think theyâre still around?â I asked, and he grinned.
âBecause every so often, a caravan shows up from them, and I know they donât have any Airships at the very least, because they bring all sorts of stuff to try to trade for one. The city lords of Himnel and Narkolt both agreed that theyâd never sell one under any circumstances, and neither will the gnomes, soâŠâ
âSo thereâs at least three cities out there somewhere that we donât know about, then?â I asked. âThe âCity of Lightâ, the Drow city, and I assume the gnomes have one?â
âThe gnomes have a couple of villages way down in the south. Small ones, but protected to an insane degree, from what I heard. But yeah, two cities, at least.â
âWell, it gives us a target for the future to open up trading relations if nothing else.â I said hopefully.
âYeah, well, if you ever go, I want a place on the team, okay, boss?â he asked and I smiled at him.
âSure, Tang. Now go on; go get some rest or
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