David Bishop and the Legend of the Orb T.C. Crawford (easy to read books for adults list .txt) 📖

may be undead, but they fall quickly!” cried Captain Ryan. “They don’t fight like real men. They aren’t cautious, but that gives us the advantage! Strike them down at the joints and head!”

The men began passing along the message from the front of the line toward the back. The soldiers all nodded in acknowledgement at their instructions on how to best defeat their new foe.

“Oh, I’m really going to enjoy this!” said Rex, pommeling his axe in his hand. He was eager for the battle to begin – he always enjoyed a good fight.

Tyrius quickly instructed Erin and David to move towards the back of the army and wait for the signal to separate with their group. Once the battle began, it would be easy for them to move around the outskirts of the fighting near the tree line and get into position to enter through their secret passageway.

Captain Ryan instructed Sergeant Jeffries to help lead his men in the main battle while he led Erin and David along with a small group of soldiers through the hidden passage. They would then meet up at the front gate once they successfully stormed the inner walls and defeated the archers and other resistance they were sure to encounter.

“What about you, Tyrius? Are you coming with us?” asked Erin, not eager to let her friend out of her sight again.

“No, child….my duty is to stay with the main force to help them with the mages alongside Orin. But do not worry. I will be fine. Once you reach the inner walls and get the gates cleared for us, I will meet up with you and David for your final meeting with General Krauss.” He embraced her and held her tightly for as long as he dared. “Now go, you must prepare for battle!” he said urgently.

David and Erin, along with Captain Ryan and a few other soldiers, swiftly moved into position near the back of the army to prepare for their part to play. They knew it was only a matter of time before the battle would begin and they had to be ready.

Suddenly, a loud horn blew from within the Elven forces, signaling the time had come to attack. Immediately they drew their bows and began firing volley after volley of their magical arrows into the ranks of the undead. Line after line of undead began to stagger and drop from the onslaught of arrows, but the Elves noticed that no matter how many they fell, they were being replaced by more from behind. It wasn’t having any effect.

They continued their onslaught and started firing at the archers on the tops of the walls as well, taking them down to prevent them from carrying out their ranged attacks against their forces. Elven archers had mastered the art of war over centuries of practice and were skilled marksmen; their arrows flew high over the undead army and hit their mark each time. The volley of arrows had a more deadly effect on the archers, as they fell from the battlement with each strike, screaming as they hurled to the ground with a thud. They were live archers, not undead.

With the archers being picked off by the Elves, the barbarians and remaining soldiers took their chance and charged towards the undead enemy lines. The sound of their roar was deafening, the thunderous hammering of their feet drowned out the wind and rain and shook the very ground beneath their feet as they charged down the battlefield towards their foe.

They crashed into the frontline of the undead, axes and swords swinging with enough force and skill that would terrify any normal man. But these weren’t normal men.

Completely undeterred by the ferocity of the attack, the undead fought back mercilessly. The battle commenced into a deadly free for all.

Rex was tearing through the undead like they were ragdolls, swinging his mighty axe to and fro. He was severing heads and limbs with every swing, creating a deadly circle around him that dropped anything that dared enter within his reach.

“Is that all you got? Go back to the depths of hell where you came from!” he screamed as he cut another undead nearly in two.

Suddenly spheres of fire began to shoot from out of the portholes and into the raging battle below. Despite the rain, whatever the flames came into contact with immediately stuck and caught fire, sending countless men into a frenzy rushing around, trying to put out the flames. It was useless.

Tyrius and Orin looked at each other and nodded with a shared look of determination. Mages… it was time for them to do their part.

Immediately Orin began casting flames and hurling them back at the openings in the walls. He could hear the devilish screams of the mages as they caught fire and dissipated. Tyrius began working towards deflecting the incoming ballistics and putting out the fires that were springing up around the battlefield. Smoke from burning bodies began filling the air while steam from the fires evaporating the pools of rainwater began to hiss all around them.

As Tyrius was working to deflect an incoming fireball, a group of undead soldiers had found their way out of the main battle and began charging toward him. He quickly threw up his hand and sent a shockwave outward, sending the men flying backward through the air. When they landed, they were quickly decapitated by nearby soldiers who had been coming to Tyrius’ aid.

“I guess you’re not so helpless after all!” one of the men screamed out to him, grinning.

“You worry about your own battles, let me worry about mine!” shouted Tyrius, as serious as ever.

As the battle raged on, David and Erin followed Captain Ryan and his small group of men around the outskirts of what used to be the farmland surrounding the city. They reached the point where they were directly across from the secret entryway in the side of the outer walls.

Quickly they darted across the open landscape of burned crops and decimated