Chapter 45: Elves
Morning sunlight spilled across the village as Caelen stretched and stepped outside. He raised his hand and focused.
[System: Cast Earth Magic – Golem Creation]
The ground rumbled, and a rough shape rose from the earth. One arm looked like a hammer, the other like a claw. The two dwarves, Dorgrim and Borin, sat nearby with mugs in hand, watching.
Dorgrim blinked. "By the beard of my grandfather... what in the stone-biting hell is that?"
"That's... a golem," Borin muttered. "And I think I need a stronger drink."
Caelen gave a grin. "He's harmless. Unless I tell him to chop trees."
[System: Command Entered – Chop Trees]
The golem turned and marched toward the edge of the forest, arms swinging.
Borin stood. "I'm too old for surprises like this."
"You'll get used to it," Caelen said. Then he made another golem, smaller and stouter, and gave it a mining command.
[System: Command Entered – Mine Stones]