Titan: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 4) Jez Cajiao (top ten books of all time TXT) š
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Thomas grinned at Coran as the pair ran side by side. The trail they followed was well-trodden by the time they hit it, the green leaves and reaching fronds smashed aside by well over a hundred other soldiers before them.
The hours of running, of constant drilling and pushing that the Dark Legion had instilled in them every day suddenly made perfect sense to Thomas, as they ran at a speed barely below a sprint for hour after hour in full armor.
The Trail-Masters, specialist mages of the Dark Church, hurried along with them, men, and women whose only points, it seemed, were invested in Intelligence and Wisdom. They flew atop disks of air, their voices echoing as they chanted the great āTrail-Songā.
The marching spell boosted the constitution of those who heard it, while decreasing the weight of the world upon them.
āGravity magic!ā Thomas grunted enviously, staring after them longingly as they flowed through the air, making it possible for the Dark Legion to literally run down horses and still be able to fight at the end of it, all in full armor.
āDonāt tell me youāre going to try to learn that next!ā Coran called to Thomas, grinning as he ran alongside him. āTwenty yearsā service, that calls for, on top of the standard!ā
āAnd itād be worth it!ā Thomas called back. āBesides, you know youāre only pissed because they wouldnāt teach you the Force-Push!ā
āItās stupid!ā Coran grunted. āImagine being able to use that in a fight; parry, Force-Push them over, stab, and youāre onto the next one!ā
āTrue, but we all know you only wanted it to be able to lift Mellaās dress!ā called Sergeant Belladonna from ahead of them as she laughed, and the others joined in.
āSeriously, how many people did you tell?ā Coran gasped, glaring at Thomas, who laughed and ran harder, resolving to stand out to Belladonna if it was the last thing he did.
Thomas was part of the Advance, a place of high honor, heād been told, as the team of three hundred rushed forward, closing the distance to the Great Tower. They were to get the Portal Mages there and hold the territory until they could create a stable bridge for the rest of the army, all five thousand of them, to cross over.
Such a portal was horrifically expensive, not just in material costs, but in lives. At least some of the twelve mages required to build it were guaranteed to die in the casting. Literally years and years of specific, dedicated training went into each mage, and most would be able to cast such a great working only once or twice before being drained to point of death or crippling injury.
The survivors would be rewarded, and the dead bundled away. Part of Thomas rebelled against such waste, but the new part, the part that was growing to glory in the fight, in the sheer relief of not having to worry anymore, of each day being fresh, filled with opportunities to test himself, to fight and to grow, that part reveled in it.
Thomas jumped over a large rock in his path and landed with a crunch, his black and gold breastplate bouncing slightly atop his chain-mail hauberk. He grunted, resolving to get his straps checked by Coran when he stopped, even as he shifted his bags to a better location, keeping a constant watch on the sides of the trail and hoping some monster might try its luck.
The march; hell, the sprint, he might as well call it, had been worked out as just over four hundred miles, apparently. The column could do an average of ten miles an hour, slowed substantially because the damn terrain was so heavily wooded. Two of the Trail-Masters were literally charged with smashing the trees apart as they went, then the soldiers would run over the wreckage. Each company got half an hour in the lead before dropping back, and the next one cycled forward to stomp the ground flat.
Four hundred miles, with the soldiers running for ten hours a day, gave an estimate of four days for the Dark Legion Advance to reach the Tower, and another day to set up the portals.
Thomas couldnāt wait. Five more days, and heād be able to gut the fucker that had claimed his brotherās name.
He glared out of the full-face helm, hearing his rough breathing echoing raspily, as the constant anger, one of Nimonās Dark Gifts, bubbled along, directly competing against the steady low-level rage heād spent his life filled with.
The result was a warrior who was rising fast in the Dark Legion, and who had already caught the approving eye of others, as well as inciting jealousy and hatred.
That was good, though.
As Nimon taught, only the strong could live. The weak were food.
The End of Book Four
Facebook and Patreon
Hi everyone, well, thereās a steadily growing Facebook group youāll find here at https://www.facebook.com/UnderVerse-105675691131178/, where you can message me, leave comments and I occasionally run giveawaysā¦ (This will be happening more, its just a question of time!)
Thereās my Website, where you can sign up to the mailing list: https://theunderverse.co.uk/
And lastly, for those whoāve got a hankering for the next book alreadyā¦ thereās the Patreon site, where once this book goes live, Iāll be uploading the first few chapters of book 5 :-)
https://www.patreon.com/Jezcajiao
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