Chapter 91: Chapter 91 – Kreka the Evolved

Within the town, on the outskirts to the mountains.

Kreka dodged a sharp blade strike from a green man with little budding horns. The green humanoid reached far past his height.

Kreka barely managed to reach the man's chest in height, but he was not feared. He had to reach the skies above, past the water prison that surrounded them. All for the great warrior that freed them from their shackles.

He would pay back the great warrior twofold, no, threefold, no, tenfold! He and his men would reach the heavens, and follow the great warrior and rule the world!

The blade scratched up against his scaled cheek. He snarled at the near miss.

The great warrior would not have been hit by that. I needs to be faster, stronger, more flexible.

Kreka growled a hiss. He knelt down to the ground and snapped his leg forward while grabbing a hand full of fine dirt.

The green humanoid stepped back, out of range of the kick, but it was never Kreka’s intention to injure.

Kreka dashed forward, hand full of dirt in one and his spiked club in the other. He was about to swing his mace, but pulled it back at the last second. He threw the handful of dirt just as the humanoid flinched from the attack. The dirt buffeted its face.

The green humanoid didn’t dare wipe its face, and instead dodged to the side. But a wide swing of Kreka’s mace collided against its skull.

The pointed tips of the mace stuck into the side of the hardened brain cage.

Kreka wasted no time and thrusted his sharp, clawed nails into the humanoid's throat. He clenched his hand tight around the bone within.

The green man attempted to break free, but Kreka’s grasp only tightened as the blood seeped into his scales. A red hue emitted from the cracks in between his scales and his hand tightened like a high-powered vice.

A crack transmitted into Kreka’s palm and the green humanoid powerlessly fell to the ground.

Kreka took a deep breath and glanced behind him. His brothers had finished their fights, and only one had died. They had won.

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Kreka raised his mace high up into the air, as high as a kobold could reach, anyway.

The other kobolds screamed and shouted, their throats turned raw. But they continued anyway.

“For the great warrior,” Kreka howled. “For the Lady, we will take over the world and help her rise. We will bleed, and we will die, but we will ascend!”

The kobolds war cry erupted into a boom as it resounded through the entire forest.

Kreka scratched his head as a foreign voice entered his head. It had happened when he approached the body of Warlord Dreigno. Some miniscule black thing, not even the size of a human fingernail had leapt at him. It didn’t hurt, and with life down in this place, everything was usually out to hurt him.

So he didn’t mind it. Until a strange voice began talking to him. At first he was concerned, but as he fought, he got stronger. Faster than the others, it even gave him something called a class?

He wasn’t sure, the other kobolds didn’t know either.

Kreka gazed at the screen within his mind.

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