ear that our actionswon’t be enough!”Scars turned to look at the other Black Ships as they struggled to match the Tammerland’s steepclimb. “Now!” he screamed. Tristan heard another strange sound, then gasped as a gigantic sinkhole developed, its closestedge not ten meters away. Eager to join the fray, the nineteen other warriors followed.
“There’s a good fellow,” he said. “Are you bleedin’ crazy?”Lothar looked around again. The Darkling stood and placed the bloody cords into a pocket, then donned his clothing again. More than half of our wagons are gone.
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